#themazerunnner

The wind swayed, blowing a cold breeze over you as you kept your focus on the grass that seemed to dance in the wind. “You alright Y/N,” gally asked quietly taking a seat next you.

You could feel the gaze of the older boy, you could feel the concern that radiates off of him, it felt sickening. “ ‘M alright Gally,” you uttered,” just don’t feel to well. Not really sure what’s wrong,” you admitted, pulling grass from the ground trying to distract yourself from the situation. You weren't even sure what the situation was, but you were sure that there was one.

Gally skimmed his hand over the grass, taking your hand in his and took his time to rub small circles,” you need anything you tell me you shank,” his lame attempt of a joke cracked no smile,” i love you like a sister Y/N,” he admitted,” always gonna be here for you.” The concern cut like a knife, you didn’t know why but i felt like too much, but you knew deep down it's what you needed.

You chuckled, rubbing under your eyes harshly,” thanks Captain Gal.I really needed that.” A little weight had been taken off, and even the smallest of freedom felt nice.

Gally looked around the glade, seeing that Newt kept his gaze locked on you. Gally grinned,” i’m not the only shank here who is worried ya know? Newt over there looks pretty concerned,” you lifted your gaze from the grass and saw that indeed the blonde boy was looking at you with an intense gaze,” take a break and talk to him.” You looked over to protest the idea when Gally cut you off,” captain’s orders. Go. Now!”

“Alright you shank,” you muttered, pushing yourself up from ground, only offering a small wave as you walked away. You looked to the walls seeing that the sun was coming down, and seeing the runners standing at one of the entrances to the still open doors. “Aren't those supposed to be closed by now,” you asked standing beside Newt looking into the maze.

Newt bit at his lip,” they should be,” the stress slowing starting to fill him. The memories of when he used to be a runner flowed into his head. Newt was more than thankful that he didn't have to worry about making it back in time, but now that same stress was held for his friends.

You looked over at the older boy and reached out for him,” it’ll be fine. Maybe the creators are just pulling some sick joke.” Your left arm was slung around Newt’s shoulder and you slid your right arm across his stomach, keeping him in a side hug.

When you made contact with Newt, you could feel the anxiety off of the boy. His arms shook and he couldn’t seem to stop tapping his foot. “ Hope your right (Y/n).”

You looked into the abyss and feel something just drop in your gut,” yeah me too.”

*

Everything was falling apart. Everything did fall apart. The glade your home, was utterly destroyed. The gladers were divided, between staying in the glade and escaping the place they once called home. Thomas and Minho somehow managed to screw up, the walls wouldn’t close. Then the grievers attacked, you had been lucky that Gally dragged you and a few others to the box.

There you hunkered down, stayed silent, hoping that you made make it through the night. You were praying the rest of the gladers were safe, you were praying that Newt would be safe. The homestead wouldn't hold off the grievers and you had already heard the splintering of wood, and the screams of your friends in the night.

Too many lives had been lost, and the feeling of your stomach dropping hasn't left. Not a single sound was uttered. Gally looked down on you as you tried to hide yourself in one of the corners,” It’ll be okay (Y/N). We’re okay.”

You looked up through the metal bars of the box, the screams of the gladers and the shierks of the grievers had gone silent,” not all of us Gal,” you sighed, aggressively rubbing the tears from your eyes.

“They know how to fight,” Gally crouched down next to you,” Newt will be okay. One of the toughest shanks we know.” You nodded slowly and rested your head on his shoulder. After a short while the screams began to die down and the tension left your body, all you felt was the numbness that creeped up on you. Gally stood and pulled you up with him, keeping a death grip on your shaking form.

“I think they’re gone,” Gally whispered, gently cracking open the doors and peeking into the glade. Gally looked around, the grievers were gone and no other gladers were in sight. “Let's go find everyone yeah?” One by one everyone left the box and gazed at the glade. Your knuckles white at how tightly you gripped the handle of the knife.

You followed Gally over to the homestead, where you could finally see other gladers, some of your closests friends among them.

“Thank god,” you whispered, loosening your grip on the blade, and slipping it back into your belt.

Gallys paced on quickened as him marched his way up to Thomas,” Gally,” Thomas called out. Only a second later did Gally’s fist fly across Thomas’s face. The gladers started shouting at Gally as you rushed over and pushed him back from Thomas, and in the process Newt pulled you away.

“Let them figure this out love,” He whispered holding onto you waist,” im glad to see your okay,” you swore you could hear his voice crack.

For a moment you allowed yourself to melt into his touch,” i’m glad your okay too,” you whispered back, turning around to offer him a smile.

The worry that seemed ingrained in his expression fell away he was about to start when the shouts of Gally interrupted him. You both looked back to see Gally attempting to throw punches at Thomas.

Frypan and Winston pulled Gally away,” You heard what Alby said!,” Gally stated,” He’s one of them! They sent him here to destroy everything,” Gally kept rambling as he tried to fight off Winston and Frypan. “And now he has. Look around Thomas, Look around this is your fault.”

You sunk your body closer to Newt’s,” Gally that's enough! He wanted to get out of here! We’ve been trying to figure a way out for years!”

Gallys head snapped at you,” he ruined our home (Y/N)!! What else is he going to do.”

A heat had engulfed your body, a rage you hadn’t really felt before. The first wrong choice was leaving the safety of Newt’s hold,and your marched straight up to Gally.“ Gally you shuckface! Thomas is scared just like we all are, but this isn't home! We had lives before this that we can’t remember so shut your shuck mouth before you regre-” A loud smack rang in the air. You stumbled back as shock washed over Gally’s face.

“I-i’-i’m sorry (Y/N),” Gally rushed, trying to find his words. Slowly you backed away from him bumping into someone behind you. You glanced back and saw Newt, you saw the anger evident in his face and felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“You’ll regret that,” he started, but the yells from Teresa and Chuck cut him off. At first you felt enraged that Gally had the audacity to hit you, then embarrassment. Your cheek lightly throbbed with pain as you attempted to cradle your cheek.

Newt’s hand slipped from your waist has he ran over to Thomas,” Why in the bloody hell did he do this?”

“He thought Gally was right. He wanted to know,” Chuck told him, everyone glancing over and sneering at Gally.

Gally looked back at his friends,” throw Thomas and Teresa in the slammer.” Anyone who disagrees with me can join them.”

One by one everyone went taking their stand with gally, not ready to face his wrath. Newt kept a grip on you glancing down at you, trying to figure out what your next move would be.

“Love what do you want to do?” He whispered in your ear as Gally kept a strong  gaze on the two of you.

“I’ll side with him but i don't trust him, not again,” you breathed, following the other gladers to stand behind Gally.

The second you made it into the safe zone, Newt pulled you closer into him. “I promise you love, I’ll keep you safe okay. “ Newt could feel you slightly temoring against him ,” I lo-.” he stopped himself. It felt wrong, the wrong time, the wrong place, and the wrong reason for a confession.

The First Time

The high noon sun kept a watchful eye over the glade, beating down on the teenagers who worked on the inside. Everyone kept busy with the jobs they were given for the day, trying not to give into the heat of the sun. Around the glade everything seemed to move in slow motion, the gladers guzzling down water any chance they got. The days got hotter, the work moved slower, and the gladers were doing their best to not face the half-assed wrath of Alby.

Even his second in command couldn’t help but to lay back, breaking away from the simple work. Newt slumped against the stump of a tree, hiding away in the coolness of the shade. The sun made the work harder than what it need to be. The gardeners, who just had to pull out the weeds, were having complications finishing their task. Newt couldn’t imagine how tired the runners were going to be when they came back into the glade. Running in the blistering heat seemed like a death wish waiting to happen.

You stood with the other builders, surrounding the base of a nearly branchless tree. “You wanna build off of this you shank?” You ask turning towards Gally. Alby had decided that you might want some more secluded privacy away from the boys. Lucky for you, you were a builder and the guys you worked with didn’t actually hate you, so they were down with helping you.

Gally looked down at you,”should be fine. The branches are thick and plus it's just you girly, no need for nothing bigger.” He pulled you into his side, giving you a half-assed hug. Nothing about your interactions were romantic. From the second that you stepped out of the box, Gally protected you. In his eyes, you were the little sister he never had, and he made sure the rest of the gladers knew that if they hurt you, they would see the same pain.

From a distance, Newt watched you with the gladers. Gathering up the supplies, the planks of wood, and anything else that would be needed for the project. Newt watched you laughing with the others, wishing that he could be the one making you smile. You and Newt were friends, but he wanted more than that. Sadly, you were oblivious to the feelings that the british boy held for you. All the other boys in the glade knew, and didn’t try to manage the secret.

You looked up at the tree, while Gally secured the complicated knot that circled your thighs and waist. The other end of the rope was in Gallys hand, and it went of the biggest branch the builders could find. Your nerves were getting the better of you. Gally could sense you were off,” you’ll be alright. If it's about me dropping you, then don’t worry, I got you Y?N.”

A ghost of a smile washed over your face,” I know. Now hoist me up captain,” you laughed. As soon as Gally tugged at the rope you lightly screamed. He slowly stepped back to gently raise you higher into the air. The supplies hung to your right, and slowly you began to build. 

Time seemed to drag on you felt as if you had been in the air for hours. In the time you had managed to finish half of the base, and no longer needed Gally to keep you stable. The view never caught your eye, until you took your first actually break. Everything looked so much smaller from being so high up,” woah,” you breathed out. The others gladers looked much smaller, and everything felt less lonely. During your quick break, the heat finally hit.

You peaked your head over the edge, “Gally can we take a break, it's to damn hot up here!”

The boy nodded, giving you a small thumbs up. “Lemme get a hold of the rope okay?”

“Course,” you mustered, waiting for the signal to come down. The rope tugged against your hips, and you allowed yourself to slowly crawl off the ledge. Soon you were beginning your descent, and shortly after everything went black.

Gally watched as your half-alert figure slumped back, you hands let go of the rope, and you hung in the air. Gally turned the others, shouting out commands to get you down and to get a medjack.

Newt had been keeping an eye on your building process, making sure everything went well. A perk of being second in command, making sure things went the way they should. He thought everything had been going okay until he had heard Gally yelling out, and seeing your limp figure in the air. The garden tools in his hands hit the ground, and he took off sprinting. The boy’s limp held him back slightly, but he was determined.

Gally slowly brought you down as the medjacks finished their sprint over to you,” she’s probably just dehydrated,” Clint stated.

Gally sighed, running his hands over his hair,” stupid shank. Always overworking herself.”

Clint shrugged,” probably cause she feels like she needs to.”

“Is she okay,” Newt asked breathless as he finished his sprint over. He hunched over, regaining his breathe.

Gally shook his head,” Hope so.”

Clint looked over at Newt, “ help me with her Newt. Gally get us some more water please.” Gally nodded, sprinting off in the other direction.

“Can you get the rope off of her please?” Clint asked placing a damp rag on your forehead. Newt gently undid all the knots, threw the rope off to the side, and took you in his arms. Clint motioned for Newt to follow him to the hut.

Newt scanned your limp body, he felt his heart stop. The bags under your eyes were more than noticeable, and your skin looked more yellow than usual. The lack of care that you put into yourself broke his heart. He cared for you deeply, and wished that you would take care of yourself for once.

Clint held open the door to the hut, Newt following closely behind. Immediately he set you on one of the beds in the corner, moving to the end of the bed to let Clint do his job.

Clint looked over at the worried blonde,” you don’t have to stay, she’ll be fine. Y/N is just dehydrated.” Clint knew that Newt was not moving an inch, but he had to at least try.

Newt glanced over at you, then back at Clint,” I’ll stay. Hand me a cold rag will ya?” Newt rolled up the sheets, stuffed them under your ankles, and hoped that would help to get your blood circulating.

Clint glanced over, when he handed Newt the rag,” I’m going to see where Gally is. Y/N is gonna need water when she wakes up.”

Newt nodded, keeping his eyes on you. The door shut and Newt let out a long sigh, “ Y/N I told you take care of yourself and you just don’t know how to bloody listen,” he chuckled lightly,” if the roles were reversed you scold my ear off ya know.” The rag rested on your forehead, while Newt brushed your hair out of your face,” I know you can’t hear me but I lo-”

You had slowly started to awaken,” Newt?” you questioned. “What happened?”

“You passed out love, Clint’s getting you some water, so you should be fine.”

You nodded,” thanks for staying,” you mumbled. Placing your hands on the bed below you, you propped yourself against the wall behind you. The fluttering of your heart quickened when you realized Newt was still cooling you off with the cold rag.

“Of course. I have to make sure everyone is okay, love,” he smiled, still brushing the cloth across your face.

“Ohh nicknames now? Love? Seems a bit flirty,” you joked offering the blonde a small wink, silently wishing that he was attempting to make a move on you.

Newt chuckled lightly,” you rather me call you a shuck face?”

You furrowed your brows with a grimace,” no, love is fine. Great actually.”