AN: I've been trying to update for weeks but I kept getting an error message every time I tried. Here's to me finally having the sense to try using a different browser! Special thanks to MazeGirl (Guest) (Sorry it took longer) (Also sorry if there's mistakes, I wanted to get it up as soon as I fixed the issue I was having with the submission)

3rd person POV

"I had to do that." He breathed. "At least once." He watched her carefully.

"But I know you were just-" Then Sam moved her up to his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. His hands moved as well, lifting her legs until they were even with his hips.

You in that dress, my thoughts I confess

Well, they're dirty

Come on Eileen

"What the hell are you doing?" A voice came from the doorway. They froze. Newt backed away almost immediately.

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear (what he means)

At this moment, you mean everything

"Look, Tommy, it's-" Newt tried.

You in that dress, my thoughts I confess

"What are you gonna say, it's not what it looks like?" Thomas remarked angrily. "Because it looks like my best friend is screwing my little sister. You want to explain that?"

Come on Eileen...

The music faded out. Sam turned off the radio before the next song came on, then glared at Thomas.

"We're the same age." She snapped.

"You are younger by two minutes and I'm taller which also makes you my little sister, and I wasn't asking you." Thomas said. Sam frowned, biting her lip. "Newt, I'm asking you a question. What the hell made you think you could do that?"

"It's not as though we were doing anything wrong." Newt answered indignantly. "And me aside, Sam is perfectly capable of making her own choices. You're acting as if I...I mean, she..." Newt looked at Sam, unsure of what to say. Sam glanced at Thomas, then took Newt's hand in hers. Thomas was still scowling.

The radio started up again.

V is very, very extraordinary

Thomas glared at the radio. Boy, if looks could kill...that radio would be on fire. Sam let go of Newt's hand as she reached to turn it off again.

E is even more than anyone that you adore can

As she turned, she knocked it over. She reached to grab it before it hit the ground but almost fell off the table in the process.

Love is all that I can give to you

At least, she would have if Newt hadn't caught her. Newt, Thomas noticed, who looked incredibly worried over something as simple as her falling over. Newt who was looking at her like he never wanted to look at anything else. Sam watched as the radio bounced on the ground and the music was cut off. Thomas softened, watching as Newt pulled her back onto the table.

"Are you okay?" Thomas watched Sam for a response. She nodded. Newt let go of Sam.

"Look, mate." Newt started. He glanced at Sam, lingering on her before turning his attention back to Thomas. "If you don't...if you won't have it, then I won't-"

"No." Thomas said. "You know what? I...it's fine. You'll take care of her. Just...be careful, Newt."

Sam grinned and stood up, giving Thomas a hug. Newt watched their exchange, relieved Thomas had relaxed on the matter.

"I will." Newt promised. Thomas was still frowning.

"You hurt her and you're dead to me." Thomas threatened. "Understand?" Sam glared and moved to let go of him but he pulled her in and tried to ruffle her hair. She ducked away from his hand and smoothed back her hair. Thomas smiled at her. Newt nodded.

"Alright, I'm...whatever. I came in because they put out lunch and that's where everyone else went. I thought you'd be hungry." Thomas looked between the two of us. "For lunch. Come eat, I'm not leaving you two in here. And if you start kissing in front of me again, I will throw up." He left the room, clearly expecting them to follow.

Newt looked at Sam, grinning. She smiled back.

"It's a bloody good thing he stopped me." Newt chuckled softly. "I was just going to say I won't kiss you in front of him."

Sam laughed. Newt leaned towards her.

"Stop it! You'd better be coming!" Thomas called. Newt sobered, then he and Sam followed Thomas out the door.

"You're coming, right? Sam!"

Sam POV

Thomas was staring at me. I waved my hand in front of his face. Newt frowned.

"Hello?" Newt snapped his fingers. "You alright there, Tommy?" Thomas jolted out of it.

"What?" He managed. "Did you...what did you say?"

"I asked what you two were talking about," Newt was looking at him strangely, "but if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Just maybe don't avoid the question by staring at my girlfriend." His tone was light. His eyes weren't. Thomas looked from me to Newt.

"I...I just zoned out. Sorry." He managed.

"Greenie!" Gally called from the front of the Homestead. "You're with Builders today." Gally looked over at me and sighed. "You too, sweetheart." I stared at him, then looked at Newt.

"Why?" I managed. What on earth had done to get the Greenie treatment? I had a job...being a Runner. Where they making me get a new one? What was wrong. Newt, who I'm sure could tell I was spiraling, put his hand on my knee.

"You're not ready to back yet." He said quietly. "You're just babysitting because you're the only person that likes him." I frowned.

"Well, the only one that was available." He amended. "Same thing." I glared at him. There was nothing wrong with Thomas, but the nature of the job was demeaning. He didn't seem to see it, but I did. I had been demoted.

"I'm not gonna wait all day, shanks." Gally called. I groaned and got up. Thomas followed me to Gally. Gally looked at me.

"You don't look happy." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. He scowled. I scowled back.

"What are we doing today?" Thomas asked. Clearly the ability to read a room wasn't one of the things he'd remembered. Gally looked at him with distaste.

"You'd know if you'd shut up and pay attention for once." He marched out. Thomas and I scrambled to follow him.

"I just don't get why you don't like me." Thomas finally said. "You seem to really hate me, what did I do to you?" Gally stopped. I winced and glanced around. We were halfway between the Builders and the Homestead. No witnesses. He turned.

"I don't have time for this, you need-"

"No, tell me what I did! Because you really seem to hate me and I don't understand." Thomas insisted. "Sam too, but I figured you were just a sexist asshole." I hit his arm and he looked at me.

"Don't bring me into this." I scowled. "I-I'm not-"

"That." Gally said. I stopped. What? Gally looked intensely at me. This wasn't hate from nowhere, there was definite reason behind it. And I wanted to melt into the ground to get away from his staring.

"I've been through the Changing too, Sam." Gally said. "I've seen things." He looked between me and Thomas. "Things like the two of you."

"Th-That's ridic-"

"Stop!" He snarled. I flinched and stepped back. Thomas stepped forward slightly.

"Stop...talking." Gally suddenly looked upset. It was unsettling.

"Just...go get wood from the Deadheads, we're low after yesterday's project." He managed.

"I-"

"Leave!" Gally stormed off, leaving Thomas and I standing in the middle of the field.

"We're gonna find any decent wood for what he wants in here, it's all dead." Thomas said. I gave him a pointed look.

"Right. Deadheads." He said. Finding out had been horrifying, I wasn't about to tell Thomas the real reason when it was only his...second day? I wasn't sure how long he'd been here. There were sounds like animals hiding in the forest. Birds rustling, squirrels snapping twigs. But there weren't any animals.

Thomas walked ahead of me as I struggled to keep up with his pace. His anger at Gally wasn't helping anyone, especially my comparatively short legs.

"You should-" I stopped, realizing he couldn't see me. I sighed. Suddenly Thomas stopped walking.

"I st-still think you-"

"Shut up." Thomas cut me off. Rude.

"H-hey-" I started. He covered my mouth with his hand.

"Seriously, shut up." He said quietly. I moved his hand.

"What is your problem?" I signed, scowling at him. Thomas glanced over his shoulder and around the area.

"I swear I just heard something." He signed. For a moment I was surprised. No one else had ever spoken to me in sign language before. I frowned.

"What, you mean us? It's nothing." I responded. Thomas glared.

"I'm serious, we should go back before we get-" He stopped. Because right then both of us heard something snap. And neither of us were moving.

"Did you hear that?" I asked. He nodded. Gesturing for me to follow, Thomas slowly started backing away towards the direction of the edge of the Deadheads.

Suddenly, someone flung themselves from the trees. We stumbled back, shocked. Shocked for different reasons most likely. Thomas was probably scared for his life. Or scarred for life.

Me...it was Ben. And he was a terrifying zombie.

AN: I feel like it's confusing, so just to be clear at this point only Thomas knows what's up with him and Sam. The first part was what he remembered. Hope you liked it!