Everything, all of it, seemed like a dream.
They'd found the Right Arm. She had a mom.
Newt, and the others had assured her that it was completely fine if she wanted to spend time getting to know her mom, but it felt odd not being with them.
Vince had been surprised at first, but then had just rolled with it. Apparently her mom had talked about Emma and her brother to him some, and Vince seemed glad that Mary had her daughter back.
Emma could also sense that there was something going on between him and Mary, but chose not to ask.
Besides, it wasn't really her place to anyways.
It all felt so incredibly surreal, some small part of Emma wondered if maybe she was still hallucinating. But ever since Kyra had woken her up with whatever she'd done, she had stopped having them.
And though the both of them were a little uncertain at first, soon enough Mary and Emma (or, Grace) were talking about anything and everything.
Mostly they discussed Emma's life she remembered so far, her friends, memories from her time in the Maze, her mother's eyes sparkling whenever Emma talked about Newt, with a knowing glint in her eyes.
And then Mary would tell her little stories, here and there, about David, her dad, their dog Bark, her brother Ben, who had always been so overprotective of Emma, ever since she was born.
And the song she used to sing to her as a lullaby......
Emma's eyes had watered a little when she explained to Mary that she had often found herself humming a song when she was in the Maze,but had always been frustrated that she never knew the words.
Her mother sung it to her then, both women trying and failing not to cry.
Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help, falling in love with you.......
Emma could tell that some things were difficult for her mom to talk about, but she understood. Some things were hard for her to talk about too.
Like Chuck, Winston, Alby. Ben. Jack.
But for the most part, she was okay now. Emma had so much now that she didn't have before, and for that she was immensely grateful.
WCKD couldn't hurt them anymore.
After awhile, Mary had noticed how she was always looking around, making sure she could see where her friends were, most particularly Newt, and encouraged Emma to go spend some time with them now.
They would have years with which to catch up, so it was okay if she didn't spend ever waking minute with her mother, even though that did make Emma feel kind of guilty. Okay, incredibly guilty.
Everyone with the exceptions of Thomas, Teresa, and Aris were there, the latter down in the camp with Harriet and Sonya.
"Love, I thought you were spending time with your mum?" Newt said as she climbed up the small rocky ridge where the rest of them all sat, overlooking the camp.
"I was, but then she encouraged me to come spend some time with you guys. After all, we have a lifetime to catch up on everything," she said as she sat next to him, smiling.
"Maybe we can share your mom," Kyra suggested, partially sad and partially being sarcastic,
Minho giving her a sad smile.
"Well, I guess we could do that. After all, Newt was/is the Glade Mother, but he's mine, so I can definitely share my mom with you guys." Emma grinned.
The five of them exploded into laughter, with Newt caught between furiously blushing and laughing. Emma gave him a kiss on the cheek, which only made him blush harder, which she thought made him look incredibly handsome.
Kyra snorted. "I definitely ship it," she said, Frypan nodding in agreement.
Just then, Thomas came over the top of the ridge, sitting down with them .
Sitting in silence for a few, the group simply enjoyed the presence of each other's company.
"I wish Alby could've seen all this," Newt commented after a few.
"And Jack," Emma looked down.
"And Winston." Frypan sighed.
"And Chuck."
Thomas gazed down at Chuck's little wooden figurine again.
"He'd be proud of you, you know, Tommy," Newt told him.
"Yeah."
"Hey, Aris!" Frypan shouted down to him.
Aris waved back.
"Hey, guys!"
"I kinda like that kid," Fry admitted with a smile.
"Yeah. I still don't trust him though," Minho smirked, eliciting chuckles from the others.
"Hey, where's Teresa?" Thomas suddenly asked.
Noticing that Newt kept blowing on his hands to keep them warm, Emma had him scoot back a ways so she could sit in front of him, and had him put his hands in the soft pockets of her coat.
Smiling, he leaned his cheek on top of her head.
"Thanks love. And she went up there."
Looking to where Newt pointed, they turned, seeing a person standing on the edge of a distant outcropping.
Thomas left to go see if Teresa was alright, while the rest of them remained sitting for awhile, talking about random things, mostly happy memories from their times in the Glade (with Kyra and Minho exchanging sarcasims every so often. She really was like the female copy of him).
Granted they had basically been trapped lab rats then, but they had all still managed to have some good times.
It was hard not to burst into hysterical laughter at certain stories, though it may have been their tiredness more than anything else.
Heading down into the camp to figure out where they would be sleeping tonight, Kyra stopped, squinting into the distance.
"What is that?"
Lights, not stars had appeared in the distance, and seemed to be getting closer.
Emma's eyes widened when she looked to see, recognizing the lights for what they were.
She barely had time to scream and warn everyone before the helicopters swooped down overhead, firing rocket blasts into the camp.
Mom. A horrible dread filled her, as the five of them ran down to the camp, ducking behind a couple of barrels.
"Where's Thomas?!" Minho yelled.
Suddenly familiar voices reached them over the sounds of screaming people and the explosions.
"Harriet! Ammo!"
Vince and she were in the bed of a truck, with Vince firing a shotgun at the WCKD soldiers, Harriet lugging over a canister of ammo.
"Vince! Harriet!" The group ran over, peeking over the edge of the pickup bed as they tried not to get shot.
"How can we help?!" Fry yelled.
"You need to cover us!" Harriet yelled back.
"Ammo!" Vince called again, then grabbed off his shotgun to Minho.
"Hey! Do you know how to use this thing?!"
Nodding, Minho took the weapon from him and began firing it into the smoke at any sign of the WCKD uniforms.
"Cover me! This fifty's our only chance!" Vince shouted, trying to boot up what looked like a machine gun in the back of the truck.
Rapidly an assortment of long and short range guns were put into their hands, with Kyra and Emma taking down men with every shot, aiming for the knees or armpits.
"Vince, hurry up! There's too many of them!" Newt shouted.
"I'm out!" Frypan yelled, panicked.
"Look out!" Kyra screamed, as a small object was tossed into the bed of the truck.
Vince glanced down at the object.
"Shit!!!!!"
In that instant, Newt threw himself on top of Emma in an attempt to protect her, before an explosion of electricity suddenly rendered them all paralyzed.
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