Day One, Greenie.

[wegotarunner]

[Open Spam]

[Thomas arrives on the deck of the ship with a look of weariness not only on his features, but one that's settled into his shoulders. Chuck's carving is still clutched tightly in his hand. There's still blood on his clothes. On his hands. His face is streaked with dirt and sweat and blood from a cut above his eye and another on his cheek.

So this is the Barge.

He looks up at the sky with wide eyes, momentarily distracted by the sight and forgetting the events of the last few hours. But only momentarily. He blinks himself out of his dazed stupor and rubs a hand over his face. It takes him a moment to get his bearings. The first thing he needs to do is find his room, and take a long, hot shower. Change his clothes. Get something to eat. It's been hours since he last ate anything and his stomach isn't happy about it.

And then he's going to explore the Barge, find out where everything is. Figure out what to do from there. He's sure there's a lot to learn about this place, about the people he's now sharing space with. He's not completely thrilled about having to meet a whole slew of new people. People who won't know him, who will probably treat him like an outsider. Like he's not to be trusted.

Truthfully, he's still not sure should be. He remembers Newt's words. That who he used to be doesn't matter, it's who he is now that counts. And he can't save them if he focuses on things he can't do anything about. He has to stay focused.

For Newt. For Minho. For Teresa. For Alby. Ben. Even for Gally.

But most of all, for Chuck.]

[Video]

[Thomas appears on screen looking better than he had only an hour ago for those who ran into him on the way from the deck to his room. He's cleaned up, all the blood and sweat and dirt gone from his skin. The cut above his eye and the one on his cheek are still there but they look a little less angry now. He also looks a little hesitant, like he's not sure about this.]

Someone said I should introduce myself.

I'm Thomas.

Comments

[wegotarunner]

[He chews his lower lip and looks back at her nervously.]

I don't remember. I don't remember much of anything before the Glade.

[lydiascreams]

You don't remember you life before it? How long were you in there?

[wegotarunner]

Not really. Bits and pieces.

[He knows she's going to have a million more questions when he responds to her second question. He does, too.]

About a week.

[lydiascreams]

[A million questions is right. But considering he just got here, he has apparently no memory aside from a week of his life, and that week already gave him a reason to make a deal with the admiral, she'll stick to one question.]

So you don't remember much before this week? There's someone here who might be able to help you.

[wegotarunner]

[He looks skeptical at that.]

How?

[lydiascreams]

[Explaining Jean's abilities is definitely not something she's willing to do. Mostly because it's not her secret to tell. But also because it can be overwhelming if he doesn't know about not everyone here being fully human.]

It's complicated. Once you've settled in, I'll tell you more about it. [And that sounds kinda ominous.]

It's nothing bad, though. Just-- some people here can work with different things.

[wegotarunner]

[It does sound ominous. And strange. But right now that's how Thomas feels about pretty much everything, so he's apparently just batting a thousand.]

Okay.

[lydiascreams]

[She smiles softly at him, then nods, glad he's letting it go. She wants to talk to Jean, first.]

I'll help you find your cabin, and then I'll show you where to find food.

[wegotarunner]

[He's letting it go for now, mostly because he's hungry and dirty and exhausted. He's not entirely sure this isn't some really weird dream.]

Okay. Thanks, Lydia.

[lydiascreams]

Of course, follow me. [She picks up Prada and starts toward the door. She's glad he accepted the offer this time because-- well, he looks like Stiles so she feels a little responsible for him. And he's just gonna have to learn to live with it.]