Fingerprints

Thirty-six

The lab doors slid open and Sonya walked in, accompanied by two larger bodies, clad in heavy black armour. She took a deep breath and marched straight through toward the plastic curtain, before a doctor stopped the three. He was clearly in charge, holding his young head high and his broad shoulders pushed back.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked firmly, stopping the blond girl with a hand to the chest. One of the guards stepped forward, in front of the girl, who backed up into the second.

"We've been ordered to collect the girl." the first one spoke. The doctor frowned skeptically and glanced behind the guards shoulder to look at Sonya. She was struggling against the second guards grip, cursing and glaring everyone in the room down.

"Did Director Janson approve this?" The doctor asked.

"Of course sir. He's requested to speak to the two girls. It won't take long, she'll be back to you all within the hour." The first guard spoke as the second gripped onto the angry girl. "If we could hurry this up, whilst we still have a hold of that one, go ahead, check your emails if you have too." the guard pushed.

"No no, go ahead. Just make it quick." the sound doctor frowned and marched away. The guard led the other two toward the curtain, sharply pulling it backward. The woman was handcuffed to the bed, dark hair flowing down to her pale shoulders. Bruises and cuts were trailed down her light skin, figure small and thin, but blue eyes still filled with determination and defiance.

"Ma'am, if you'd like to come with me." the first guard pushed to her, gently unlocking the handcuffs with the small key hanging from the wall. She glanced up, eyes flicking from the two dark helmets, to the blond girl stood between them.

"Get off her!" She spat.

"If you would like to come with me." the first grabbed her by the arm, tugging her to her feet.

"Don't touch me you fucking bastards!" She immediately began to struggle, forcing the guard to twist her thin forearms behind her back. "Get off!" The helmet swooped down beside her ear, and breathed,

"wildfires, Ter'."

She immediately stopped, snapping her neck backward to stare, wide eyed at the helmet.

"Keep struggling." the helmet murmured. The woman nodded and kept yelling and twisting, as the two guards and her blond friend made it out of the sliding doors and round a corner.

The two men tugged off their helmets, Thomas finally getting a better view of the girl in front of him.

"Tom!" She gasped, launching herself at him. He immediately wrapped her arms around her slender figure, gripping her close to his body.

"Jesus Ter', you're so thin. What did they do to you?" He breathed a laugh into the crook of her neck.

"Tom..Tom I missed you so much." she whispered shakily, whole body quivering with the weight of the situation. He held her tighter, hand cupping the back of her head and fingers lacing into her raven hair.

"I missed you too. It's ok, hey, hey it's ok Ter', don't cry I've got you." he murmured after hearing the quiet sobs from his shoulder, tears pricking at his own eyes.

"I was starting to loose hope." she whispered, and looked up into the hazel eyes, "Is Brenda here?"

"Of course she is, you didn't expect me to come get you without Bren' did you?" He grinned, instantly feeling a pang as the whole love triangle thing shoved itself to his consciousness. He swallowed it back and held her close until the tears stopped flowing.

"Thank you Tom, thank you." She whispered.

"I've got you Ter', it's ok. Now," he reluctantly pulled away, as she wiped her tears and nodded toward him. "We need to get the others out. So you two can either wait for us outside, or come with us." he turned to the smaller blond, who was still stuck to her brother like glue.

"I'm coming with you." Sonya replied instantly, making a mad dash to grab her brothers hand.

"Who's this Son'?" Teresa asked softly, meeting Newt's eye for the first time. Thomas watched the glances exchanged between them, trying to decipher what they were thinking. Newt had never met Teresa before, but he knew a lot about her. It was clear how close they were, and how touchy they were, considering the fact she had her arms wrapped around one of the brunettes biceps. Teresa had never met Newt, and Thomas struggled to figure out what she thought of him at first glance.

"My brother I was telling you about. Newt."

"Oh, Tom, this is your partner?" He nodded, and she shot the blond a tiny smile, "Hi, I'm Teresa. Tom wanted me to meet you, but then I kinda went missing. But it's nice to meet you now."

"You two. I've heard a lot about you." Newt replied with a nod, the conversation seemingly over. Thomas decided not to mention that Newt was his boyfriend just yet, he didn't need bad blood and questioning when they were in the middle of a rescue mission.

"I'm staying with Tom." she decided. Thomas nodded and managed to pry himself away from the girl. He made his way over to Newt, Teresa hoot on his heels.

"Whats our situation?"

"Well, Brenda and Minho have found the shipping containers, and said they've figured out a way to distract the guards so that we can get them out. Unfortunately, there are a million ways that it could go wrong, and they've left the 'actually getting them out plan' to us. No doubt you'll think of some stupid plan that may get us killed, but, I trust ya." he shrugged, "although we need to hurry, before someone finds those three guards."

"Why are you leaving the planning to me?" He asked, following the blond as the four made their way down a corridor. Newt met his eye, before rolling them.

"Well, even if they are ridiculously stupid and life risking, they always seem to work."

"Damn buttercup, when did you get so reckless?" He teased.

"Minho's right, you made did it to me. I blame you for everything." He fake glowered at his partner.

"Aww you're sweet." Thomas over exaggeratedly smiled at him.

"You two don't seem to take this very seriously." Teresa butted in, a look of confusion and slight annoyance on her face.

"Well, you can't really when it's so serious. Nothing wrong with a bit of joking as longs we get the job done." Newt replied. The brunette watched Teresa's expression, as it formed into full fledged annoyance. 'She doesn't like him. Great.'

"Well-" she started.

"Tommy, the turning's here watch your back." The brit cut her off, four of them pressing their backs to the wall, just before a doorway. Thomas gave the blond a small eye roll at his tiny smug smile. He was clearly saying 'hows that for serious?'

Then he met Teresa's gaze. She was practically fuming, and the man guessed it was over the fact that she was cut off and the nickname. Teresa had always been the only one that wasn't family that had a nickname for Thomas. And now she wasn't, the american couldn't help but feel a little guilty. It may have been petty, but he could see why she was upset. So much had changed for him since he last saw her, and they both felt like something had shifted. The last few months had been some of the most eventful, and honestly, best of his life, and she hadn't been there with him. He leant forward and kissed her cheek quickly, smiling softly. When he met her blue eyes, his heart sank. She was still in love with him, it wasn't hard to see.

Teresa. Teresa. Teresa.

"You better have that plan sorted by now Tommy, Min' and Bren' are waiting for us." Newt brushed past his hand to get his attention.

"Oh, uh..yeah, I got something." He nodded.

"Well then, let's go Rambo." Newt grinned at him.

Newt. Newt. Newt.

Newt.