Thomas was tense. He didn't want to trust these people, but he had a gut feeling that something good could come out of them. He still kept his hand on the knife in the back of his belt. Just in case the gut feeling was wrong. He glanced at the other boats that were next to him. His friends haven't done anything drastic. Yet. Thomas watched the water spray the sides of the boat, his body jostling up and down as the boat lurched forward. As they neared the shore, Thomas noticed the plane had landed and there were a lot of cars surrounding it. The guy pulled him to his feet while the girl docked the boat. Thomas stumbled onto the rocky shore and made his way over to Minho and Fry. There were large groups of men and women in all black with the same three letters on different articles of clothing. Hats, shirts, jackets, you name it. All of them were also armed with various weapons, making escape nearly impossible.

"I don't like this,"Fry said looking around at the "F.B.I" or whatever surrounding them. Minho nodded in response, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the area. Aris, Sonya, Harriet, and Newt were all walking into one of the planes. Jorge and Brenda not far behind. Not wanting to let them out of their sight, the three teens jogged over to where the others were seated.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Jorge nodded his head over to the three boys.

"Just looking at the view, probably the last time we are going to see it." Thomas was startled by the sudden jerk of the jet as it took off. He looked out one of the larger windows to find the other plane taking off behind them.
"Well isn't this fucking great." Brenda chuckled. "We are definitely going to die." The "F.B.I" agents made their way over to the group as soon as the plane stopped convulsing.

"I know this isn't gonna be hard but we need you all to turn over your bags and everything on your person. I know you don't trust us but I need to make sure my team is safe. Nothing personal." The owner of the voice was a big, ripped man with a Tony Stark-style goatee. Thomas saw something shiny near the man's- oh. Thomas stifled a laugh. The man was bald, which was not helping the weird shape of his head at all. It reminded Thomas of a fucked up starfish with weird points that were NOT natural. He pulled his eyes away before the man caught him staring, nudging Newt. Newt rolled his eyes at his antics, mouthing I know it's hard, but can you please stop being a bloody CHILD? That bastard.

"Yeah that isn't happening armono," Jorge pulled the bag at his feet behind his legs.

"Then I'm going to have to forcefully take them from you. Trust me when I say I don't want to hurt you kids..or you sir but if you give me a reason I won't hesitate," Jorge gasped and what the man implied putting a hand over his heart. The poor man looked close to tears. Minho snorted as Brenda rubbed Jorge's back comfortingly. The lead F.B.I agent, dubbed Starfish, rolled his eyes.

"Again, nothing personal. But seriously, I need to search your bags. You can get them right back after we're done. Everything will remain as it is, unless you have weapons. Those we will confiscate." Newt jerked his head up.

"THOU SHALT NEVER TAKETH MY PREEEECCIOUUUUUS!" Thomas screamed, panicked. Aris jumped a foot in the air, and let out the shrillest shriek Thomas ever heard coming out of a man's throat. Sonya gaped at him while Harriet doubled over laughing. The F.B.I agents took a step back. The young ones in the back reaching for the weapons at their sides.

"Kid….What the fuck. It's for our safety just as much as it is yours," Starfish said "And like I said, like five times before, we WILL take them forcefully." The young agents in the back started to move forward at that statement. Starfish's hand jerked up when he saw them in the corner of his eye.

"IF. NEED. BE" He turned his head to look at the youngins. "Get your asses back where you belong. Jackson get YOUR ass out of this motherfucking room to do something productive for once in your miserable life. I am so damn tired of your shit kid."

"Y..yes sir. Sorry sir," Jackson said, turning abruptly as running face first into a crate, knocking it over. "Shit"

"FUCK! SEE! THIS IS THE SHIT I AM TALKING ABOUT! Jesus Christ kid how the FUCK did you manage to graduate kindergarten!" Starfish's attention was now directly onto Jackson, hands making their way to his hips in a dad like manner. Not that Thomas ever had a dad that did that.

"Sorry sir I didn't see them there," Jackson said, voice muffled by the hand that had been placed on his nose to stop the blood. Starfish let out a long sigh, head dropping to his chest.

"Get your ass out of here,"

"Yes sir," Jackson scrambled out of the room. The metal door slamming shut behind him. Starfish pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a low chuckle ending in a long, drawn out sigh. Really long and drawn out. Damn, he has a lot of air in his lungs, Thomes though. Holy shit that's impressive. Starfish finally stopped and glared up at the kids.

"Hand over your bags," He paused and gritted his teeth. "Please" Minho smirked.

"Well since you said-"

"Fuck to the no Mr. Bald Man. Sorry if I'm being "impolite" but we have every fucking reason in this entire universe to not trust you guys." Thomas said. He sat up straight and puffed out his chest, mimicking Starfish before adding, "Nothing personal." Starfish stared at him, then lunged. Thomas shrieked, jumping back and landing in Minho's arms. Minho barely caught the young man, struggling under his weight.

"Shucking klunk, goddamn Thomas. You're heavy," Minho wrapped his arms around the younger man holding him to his chest as he adjusted his knees below Thoma's butt.

"Ok. I am sick and tired of this your shit, Thomas, that's your name right. I really don't want to have to do this..but you kids are being a pain in my ass so I'm not sorry anymore." Starfish's hand snapped up and his fingers pointed to the kids, plus Jorge, in front of him.

"Take their shit," The agents behind Starfish rushed forward. Grabbing the gladders, Brenda, and Jorge by the arms. Some of them pinning them to the benches, while the others grabbed the bags.

"Bloody hell, what twisted your pink lace panties?" Newt tried to rip his arm out of the guard's hand.

"You little shit!" Starfish ground out, marching over to the blonde and staring down at him. Newt defiantly stared back while Thomas and Minho glanced between the two. Starfish let out a low growl and turned on his heel, motioning for the agents holding the gladers and company to follow him. The gladers, plus Jorge and Brenda, were roughly led to a small camp of tents and badass looking vehicles. Thomas, Newt, Minho, Fry, Gally, Aris, Sonya, and Harriet were dragged to one of the larger vehicles on the left while Brenda and Jorge were taken to the vehicle on the left. Jorge looked at the kids in panic after he realized they were being separated. Thomas looked after his shoulder as he watched Brenda and Jorge get shoved into a smaller vehicle. Shit. Gally was the one putting up most of the struggle. He was stubborn as shit. It took four agents to get him in the car. The rest of the group seemed puny when put up against him, with the exception of Minho of course. Thomas pouted at his newfound "weakness" realization. Newt looked over at him and rolled his eyes, causing Thomas to pout more.

"What is it now you bloody idiot," Newt snarked at him. Minho glanced over and snickered.

"No talking!" a rough looking agent barked. Thomas took note of this latest mean-person-telling-him-what-to-do appearance. He looked like he had been to hell and back. His entire back was disfigured, which seemed kind of odd because how much shit do you have to go through for your fucking back to get disfigured. A long scar ran from the bottom right of his chin to the top of his right eyebrow. By the look of the scar, anyone could tell that it was not professionally stitched. Thomas decided he was going to dub him Scar Face. He stuck his tongue out at Scar Faces bravery making its way back to his small shriveled brain. The small smirk living on Scar Face's mouth vanished in an instant. Thomas felt a rough fist connect with his cheekbone. The force of the punch made Thomas slam against the side of the car he was leaning against and his head bounced off of the window. Blood filled the young runner's mouth. He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, feeling a long and semi deep cut from his teeth.

"Shit man," Thomas reached up to his head, already feeling a small bump forming where his head collided with the window. He spit the blood in his mouth in front of Scar Face's shoes.

"Do that again and I'll cut your tongue out boy. Do you understand me," Thomas reached up to touch his check with one hand while the other made rested upon his heart.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you Scar Face," Scar Face stopped and glared at Thomas, looking ready to rip off his head. Then, he abruptly turned and marched away. The other agents followed in suit. Minho smirked at Thomas, who in turn glared at him. Fry rolled his eyes at their antics.

They soon reached a stop and were thrown out of the car. Literally. Thomas fell to the dirt floor with a pained oomf. The agents grabbed them by the arms and yanked them to their feet, leading them into a small room with beds and one bathroom.

"Make yourselves at home, you may be here for a while," Scar Face smirked at them. The agents shoved them into the room and locked the door. As soon as they were gone, Newt instantly made his way towards Thomas. He grabbed his chin gently and checked his head.

"Are you alright? Those damn slintheads! Fuck them!" Newt prodded Thomas's head, checking for any blood. Thomas winced. "No blood, that's good. Shit Tommy, don't provoke them!"

"Get a room you too damn!" Gally walked towards the toilet. Newt rolled his eyes and continued checking Thomas over, rewarding his short term suffering with a quick peck on the cheek. Thomas smiled at him. Behind Newt, Thomas saw Minho and Gally making fake gagging gestures. He flipped them off, a gesture they gladly returned.

"Alright, considering we can't exactly leave, I say we do shit for shit and get some sleep. One of us'll keep watch and make rounds, ok?" Thomas made a move to stand, but Newt gently shoved him down to the bed.

"I'll go first," Gally reassured Newt. Sonya, Harriet, and Aris went to a king sized bed tucked in the corner. Come to think of it, they didn't really have a set type of mattress in the room. It seemed they caught whatever they could and stuffed them in. Thomas and Newt took the queen Thomas was currently sitting on, while Minho and Fry took twins. Gally opted to sit on the floor.

"Aye, slinthead," Minho threw a sheet at Gally's head. "It's not much but use that as a rope. Try adding strangulation with a bed sheet to that long list of kills you got." Gally chuckled. He wrapped each end of the bed sheet around each of his wrists. Thomas's last thought before he went to bed was that he looked like a goddamn serial killer with the sheet as his lethal weapon of choice.

A/n: Sorry 'bout the wait slintheads, writers block ya know? Along with the update we have some couple things that needed pointing out so the ships are as follows-

Newtmas- obviosly

Aris/Harriet/Sonya- saw this ship on a fic once and fell in love

Minho- lonely sorry bud

Fry- him and his food (would've shipped him with Winston, but he's dead)

Gally- Lonely boy

Jorge- not sure if he had a wife, but she'd be dead anyway so...

Brenda- again lonely...

Alrighty see you next update, don't forgoer to comment and save or do some shit with the story! Peace out my fellow greenies!