Across The Great Divide Chapter 1
A/N: Eeek! Guys this is awesome! We made it to Book Two of the Soulmate Chronicles Trilogy! Woooo! I'm super stoked about giving you guys more of this awesome story. Starting with what happened after the Gladers were removed from the Glade and placed into safe keeping for the time being. Hopefully this may clear up any confusion that you guys have about what happened with them and why it did the way it did. I admit, sedating them was a little harsh but I couldn't help but think that since none of the other Gladers but the ones in the pairings in this story knew of the outside world and would probably be less likely to cooperate when being told to leave the Glade. But yeah, it was the best I could think of so we'll just go with it. Theme song for this chapter is Bulletproof Picasso by Train.
12:30 p.m. Somewhere In Main Wicked Compound
Thomas let out a groan as he tried but was unable to move.
His body felt like lead and it made him concerned as to what the hell had happened to him.
It was then that he remembered.
Gally and his sister had gotten married.
Last night.
Was it last night?
And where the hell was he now?
And where the hell were they?
As he looked around he suddenly realized that he was back at the main Wicked compound making his heart frantically beat in a wild panic wondering where both his sister and Gally were along with Newt and the other Gladers.
All that he remembered was that Gally and his sister had just sealed their vows, and then all hell broke loose.
Guns.
He thought it was guns.
They shot through the crowd and shot at him and his sister and everyone in their home.
He let out a growl that sounded more like a groan at the thought that Wicked had not only interrupted his sister's wedding but had also managed to take him away from wherever she and her new husband were.
"Take it easy, son. Your motor skills are going to slowly return. The sedative I'm afraid was a little stronger than we bargained for."
A familiar voice said from the other side of the room making him turn his head to look over at its source.
There standing next to the door to whatever room he was in, was his father dressed in his normal Wicked scientist attire giving him a small smile that looked more like an apology than Thomas had ever seen in his entire life.
"Dad. What the fuck?"
Thomas gasped out as he tried to move but still found he couldn't making him unable to do anything more than just lay there at his father's and whoever else's mercy.
Marcus frowned slightly and held out his hands in a placating manner, desperate to calm his son who was no doubt having a panic attack of his own.
"Easy. Tom. Thomas. It's okay. You're safe."
He said in an even tone hoping and praying to whatever higher power existed that his son took it for what and calmed the hell down.
"Where is she? Where's Immy? And Gally and the others? Fuck dad what did you do?!"
Thomas cried out making Marcus's heart break for his young son who clearly didn't have a clue what was happening.
"They're all in a number of rooms down the hall just like this one. We thought it would be better if we woke you first so you could help us explain everything to the others. You seem to be very good at taking charge."
His father said with as he gave him a proud look and came to sit on the edge of the small bed that he was lying in.
"That doesn't fucking explain to me what happened. What the fuck did you do?"
Thomas gritted out as his jaw and facial muscles began to cramp up from lack of use.
Marcus ran a hand through his nearly nonexistent hair and regarded his son with the most honest look he could muster.
"Well it's simple really. Tom. We fucked up. And by fucked up I mean big time, son.
We had to evacuate the entire Glade because we found a large gas leak from one of the pipes that led to the Glade in one of our daily maintenance reports.
If we hadn't evacuated all of you when we did, you would've died from carbon monoxide poisoning."
Thomas's face scrunched up in a confused expression as he looked over at his father who clearly hadn't a clue on how to deal with his angry son.
"Poisoned? A gas leak? What the hell are you talking about?"
Thomas asked as he tried and finally succeeded in raising his hand to his face to rub down his pale skin tiredly.
"I know. It sounds unbelievable. I mean we both checked and double checked those pipes every single day even before anyone set foot in the Glade. I couldn't believe it myself when Paige told me.
And then she showed me and it indeed is what happened, Tom. It was rather lucky that we could get you all out as quickly and as organized as we were able to."
Marcus said as he reached out and gently patted his son knee that jerked slightly at the unfamiliar contact.
Thomas let out another groan and blinked his eyes so the room became slightly more visible before he tried and with the help of his father,
was able to position himself into a sitting position up against the soft pillows of the hospital bed that he was in.
"So, let me get this straight. You just had to ruin your only daughter's wedding to the love of her life because of a fucking gas leak that was going to kill us all?"
He said as he shot his father a look that clearly stated that he approved but didn't at the same time. Marcus sighed again and nodded in confirmation.
"I have the report in my office. You can look it over as much as you'd like as soon as we get around to waking everyone else up."
Thomas was silent for a few moments before he threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.
"And sedating us? That was the fucking best you could do? Geez, dad. Way to scare the living hell out of all of us. I'm pretty damn sure Immy and Gally the rest of the Gladers think they died by now."
He groaned making Marcus shake his head and give him a slightly ashamed look.
"I know. It was rather harsh. But it was Paige's idea. You know how she is. Always takes things to the extreme anytime she can. It was a sound decision in a lot of ways. But did I agree with it? Hell no."
He said as he let out a small chuckle.
Thomas shook his head trying to clear away all the fuzziness that existed in it at the moment before letting out a sigh of his own and looking up into his father's patient gaze.
"Well, I guess it was as good of a solution as any. I probably would've gone along with it if it were me that she was dealing with. Unfortunately, I seemed to be on the wrong side of that particular plan."
He breathed out unable to contain his laughter of disbelief.
Marcus let out the breath he was holding and sighed heavily with a small smile.
His son seemed to be calming down and coming to his senses making his job so much easier at that moment.
"Good. I'm glad you agree. Now why don't we head down the hall and check on the others? I can show you their vitals and such so you know exactly what we're dealing with.
Then we can proceed to administer the drugs that will counteract the sedatives."
He said as he slowly helped his son to his feet and Thomas nodded along in agreement. It made sense.
Everything that had happened to them in the past couple of hours made plenty of sense to Thomas.
As a scientist and head of the trials.
As a brother, and now brother in law, he didn't think it sounded so great after all.
But while he was warring with his two sides, he followed his father down the long white hall until they reached a room that was marked with his sister and Gally's names along with the word Restricted.
His father took a deep breath and opened the door to the room bracing himself for perhaps Thomas freaking out yet again at the sight of his sister and her new husband.
And he was right.
Thomas wasn't prepared to see his baby sister, dressed in her now dirty and ripped up wedding attire lying next to her husband who looked a lot worse off than she did.
Gally's shirt was slashed and crumpled around his body and he had numerous cuts and bruises lining his tall frame.
Thomas immediately went to his sister first, checking her over for any injuries that could have occurred when she had been evacuated.
He spied several bruises much like her husbands along her arms and legs and practically sneered in anger.
"You all just couldn't be gentle, could you? They both look like they just got fucking beat up."
He gritted out as he turned to his father who stood right behind him checking the monitors and machines that were hooked up to both his sister and Gally's bodies.
Thomas spied several IV lines in both their arms and also a hook up on each of them to a heart and brain monitor.
He turned quickly and began checking over their vitals while his father watched with an anxious expression.
"They seem like they have high elevated heart beats at the moment. Too high for my liking."
Thomas murmured as he turned to his father who nodded in agreement.
"It means that it's time to wake them up. They've been under for too long."
He explained as Thomas nodded slowly in understanding.
"What are we using to bring them back?"
He asked as his mind went back into his medical training mode much like he had been when he was working in the compound himself.
His father went over to a clipboard that was hanging on the wall and flipped through it before he nodded and handed it over to Thomas who read it quickly before placing it back where it hung before.
"Salt water to flush out the drugs. Old procedure, yet classic in its effects. Good call. It won't hurt them at all and will be effective almost immediately."
He murmured as his father nodded in agreement.
"I thought so too. All of your friends will be given the same thing. Except for one."
He said as Thomas's head whipped around faster than lightening at the mention of a problem.
"Who? What happened?"
He demanded as his father sighed heavily and went over to the desk that sat on the other side of the room and sifted through its contents until he pulled out a manila folder that showed that it was worn with age.
He walked slowly over and handed it to Thomas who opened it and read it over.
Once, twice, three different times before it practically dropped from his hands.
"Newt? He's diabetic? How did I not remember that?"
He asked more to himself than his father who stood only a few feet away observing his reactions.
His father shook his head and gave his son a sympathetic look.
"It's easy to overlook it when he was in the Glade. He had been monitored daily and his insulin levels were specially regulated through an implant in the muscle of his arm.
Now that he's back and we've put him under though, his sugar level crashed once already and might crash again if we don't find the proper dose of insulin to give him.
But, despite the fact that his condition is rather serious, he seems to be doing as
well as can be expected and we are fully confident that he will be able to continue with the trials without any other problems."
Thomas sighed and nodded in agreement.
He didn't like the fact that his lover and closest friend had a dangerous condition that could potentially be fatal, but he knew that he was in the best care possible while being involved with the trials and Wicked.
Wicked's labs and medical facilities were the most advanced ones in the entire world and were on the very brink of the latest cutting edge of science and medicine.
When the flare had surfaced around the world, the world leaders were quick to band together to fight for the cause of finding a cure to the deadly virus.
Thomas and his family were some of the first to be recruited by Wicked's task force in America.
It wasn't long before Gally and his family joined them to found the Academy for the future subjects of the Glade and other experiments.
Turning back to where his sister and Gally lay quietly side by side, he glanced once again at their vitals before nodding to himself knowing that they needed to do what needed to be done.
And first thing first was to wake his sister and her husband and then the rest of the Gladers before worrying more about Newt's condition.
"Alright. Let's get the procedure rooms prepared for them. I want everyone on hand for all of the Glader's recoveries. I want every single one of them monitored at all times."
Thomas instructed as his father nodded in agreement before heading out into the hall to gather the rest of the medical team.
Thomas noticed that his father left his old scrubs and lab coat along with his Wicked certified name tag on a chair next to the desk making Thomas smile fondly at the old memories that resurfaced at the sight of them.
"Let's get this done and over with. It's about time you two get to enjoy yourselves."
He murmured over in his sister's direction while he took his old clothes off the chair and made his way out of the room to find a locker room to change in.
And just like that, Thomas was reintroduced to life in the compound, but little did he know that soon him and all of his friends would have one of their very own that they would run and operate themselves.
As Marcus gathered the medical team, he hoped and prayed that Thomas and the others would forgive them for the lack of information that they had given them.
It was only a matter of time till they all found out about their new, and more complex lives.
