Sodor Fallout Thomas Novels & Stories

Howard leaned against the back of his chair and looked up at her with a smirk. Liesel bent down and explained a few things to him in a low voice. Meanwhile, Thomas was in Bloomfield. He had a splitting headache after waking up. Cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor, and the room stank of cigarette smoke. Thomas was dumbfounded for a moment before immediately pushing the blankets off his body to smell himself. He sighed in relief when he did not pick up on any strong cigarette smoke, and he still smelled clean and refreshing. He leaned against the bed frame and was unable to regain his strength for some time.

Theo choked on the words, then asked, small and scared, "Thomas, you know how to… disarm bombs?" Thomas let something like a soft smile touch his face. "Yes. I can do anything." Theo was young; his fear was raw and immediate. Seeing Thomas hurt, seeing the bomb twitch toward zero, watching the room ignite—fear swelled in him. Yet Thomas's hands didn't shake. He worked deliberately, as if the smoke and the heat were another part of the room's geometry. With ten seconds left, he found the second crucial wire and cut it. Theo's body went taut, breath held. The countdown froze at eight seconds exactly. The bomb did not explode.

The four became fast friends and, by some miracle, spent the majority of their military career together. When they came back from the desert, Thomas had had enough and was ready to call it quits. He’d finished out his contract, and no matter what lies and compensation he was promised, he refused to extend it. Then he’d heard something had happened to Sanford and Dunn. Stateside. The two everyone had assumed would die in their boots were quietly discharged after what was deemed an accident, and it took Thomas almost a year to find where they’d disappeared to. He tracked them down in the wilderness of Ohio, of all places. They both had a hard edge and a wild look in their eye, and when he lear

"Madam, Master Carter let Second Master Carter go early this morning." Sylvia felt relief flood her. Then, she took her phone out of her pocket and found Thomas's number. When she was about to press it, the scenes of her being held down and coerced by Odell last night flashed into her mind again. After a few seconds of hesitation, she sent him a message. "Thomas, are you okay?" He replied in less than a minute. "Yeah." She thought about it and asked again, "Where are you now?" Thomas replied, "In the house on the outskirts."

Remember what I said,' Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind. "I thought you said you'd be late?" I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me," Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.

Todd came downstairs and immediately noticed the kiss marks on Thomas' body and the strong scent of perfume. His eyes narrowed as he asked, "Thomas, what happened?" "Todd, I'm so miserable!" Thomas lamented, "I was drugged, deceived, and even beaten..." Todd, although clever and mature for his age, had some knowledge blind spots. He furrowed his brow, "What?" "Thomas, shut it. Don't corrupt my son!" Haley walked over and threw the hot towel onto Thomas' face.

I added. Thomas remained silent for a while. After a few minutes, his cries slowly died down to small hiccups, and his breathing steadied again. Thomas slowly looked away from my chest and looked into my face. His hazel eyes were full of determination. “Thank you, Alpha Dylan and I won't be like my daddy when I grow up.” And with that, he stood up and ran away. I got up myself and watched as Thomas ran away to the next pup. “He is a special Kid,” Aidan said beside me

Dodge sighed, putting his handkerchief back into his black vest pocket. “And why were ya’ out here? If you don’t mind me askin’?” “No, no… You’re fine,” He sighed, downing the whiskey before looking at Cassidy straight, she now stood. “I’m chasin’ after someone, he must’a passed through this land a day or two ago,” “A man…” Cassidy wondered, Thomas’ brown eyes widened. “Cassidy, leave it.” Thomas coughed lowly as he stood, sweat beaded on his forehead. She hardly glanced his way unlike Dodge who looked at him as if Thomas was no more than a pesky bug.

Thomas and I waited for a few minutes before we walked out of the room. What we just heard might not be a confession, but it's an admission that something happened to have had Theo end up with the Sage while my mother died. “Let's go, “ I told Thomas before sliding into the car and driving off, the flash drive burning hot in my jacket pocket. Will it be empty, or will there be something in there?

Mikel woke up next to me, and he knew something was wrong right away. "What kind of press thing?" I asked, but I already knew I wasn't going to like it. Thomas was on the screen, standing at a podium. It looked like it was at the downtown Marriott. Even at 78, he had that Romano presence, the thing that built a whole empire. But his eyes looked really scary—like he was coolly planning something, but also super mad. "Folks," Thomas started, his voice sounding like he had been talking in boardrooms for decades. "I'm not here as a businessman today, but as a worried family member trying to help a kid."