It's very early when you wake up, sun barely rising over the maze walls. It was silent outside, no one awake yet. Perfect.

You push yourself up and off the bed, leg aching slightly as you slowly walk over to the medicine cabinet, reaching in to take 2 painkillers. 

Technically, you hadn't been given the all clear to go back to work, but Clinton did say, 'you've basically fully recovered', so you took it as the sign you needed. You were so sick and tired of sitting around uselessly when you should be in the Maze, running and memorising. All because you got back to the glade a tiny bit too late and the doors of the maze basically closed of you, absolutely crushing your leg.

2 months. 2 whole months of laying in the stupid medical room of the Homestead, barley being able to move from one place to the other without help. Well that ends today.

Carefully pushing open the door, you glance around before moving as quickly and quietly as possible to get your uniform, strapping the chest piece on and grabbing your knives.

Your plan was going so unbelievably well, you could feel your heart start to race in excitement. You’re ready, everything perfectly in place, now you just have to wait for the doors to open.

Jogging around the side of the glade, you hid in the vines on the walls, crouched low so no one would see you if they walked past.

Any minute now….any second.

The rumble of the doors echoed through the silence of the glade, the large stone walls groaning as they withdrew into themselves creating an opening. Your heart skipped a beat.

Still hidden in the vines, you crept closer to the door. You knew you couldn’t go in yet, as much as you wanted too. The doors had only just opened, which meant Minho would be out any second to start his route, and you weren’t stupid enough to get caught by him, so you stayed hidden.

As if on cue, the leader of the Runners made his way out of Homestead, his own uniform and weapons on. But to your absolute horror, your boyfriend was right there with him.

Well shit.

Mission somewhat possible just became mission impossible, because Newt somehow had a sixth sense when it came to you, so whatever hope you had that you would make it out those doors without being caught disappeared.

You take a quiet step back, breath shallow, then another, and another, until your right back where you started before the doors opened.

Minho gets to the doors, says his goodbyes to Newt, and runs in. Newt however, stays right there.

Well shit again.

In all honesty, you had sort of forgot about him when you planned your great escape, figured he’d be asleep anyway since it was his day off. Clearly, he had no respect for the unspoken rules of a ‘day off’. Typical.

Newt stayed rooted to his spot in front of the maze walls, even when Ben ran past him to start his day, as if he himself didn’t know why he was up so early when he was so tired, or why his consciousness told him he had to be right here right now.

Two minutes passed before he finally decided to move, and your heart hadn’t quietened down for the entirely of that time. His eyes did a quick flick around, double checking to see if there was something his brain was skipping over. When he found nothing, he finally started moving back towards the Homestead, hopefully, to sleep and forget all about you.

You had to be quick now. You waited for him to get far enough that he wouldn’t hear you moving, and then dashed forward through the vines, stopping only briefly when you reached the end of your covers to double check he was still walking, before sprinting (limping) straight to the doors.

So close, so very close.

You’re turning the corner, smile big and bright as the sight of freedom finally becomes real.

And then you hear a cough from behind you.

Whatever high you were on came crashing down, that all too familiar ‘hem-hem’ echoing in your eardrums.

How. Literally, how.

You freeze, then turn ever so slightly to face him. Newt. The love of your life. The man of your dreams.

The destroyer of your goals.

He’s stood there, right behind you as if he never even moved, arms crossed and head tilted. You can’t read his face, can’t tell if he’s mad or smug. His furrowed eyebrows and smirk throwing you off.

“Newt! My love! What are you doing up so early? Do you feel sick baby-”

“Cut the bull shit.”

Okay.

Clearly pretending nothing was happening wasn’t going to works.

Your eyebrows raise in shock, a scoff leaving your mouth, “excuse me?”

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, his smirk becoming more clear. You shrug. “To work.”

He wasn’t going to take this from you. Not when you’d made it so far.

“Who said you’re allowed to do that?”

Your eyebrows raise impossibly higher, how could he stand there and look so good smug, telling you off like you’d done something wrong.

“Excuse me?” You repeat, stepping forward, crossing your own arms over your chest. “Do you have a problem with your girlfriend going to work?”

“I do when she’s supposed to be on bed rest for another three weeks to eliminate the chances of permanent damage.” He argues, coping you by stepping forward, straightening his back.

You narrow your eyes, “there’s no chance of permanent damage. My leg is fine, I can walk perfectly, you’re just wasting a bed keeping me in Homestead.”

He nods his head sarcastically at your statement, pretending for a second that you’ve convinced him. “Oh you’re so right love, how stupid of me to undermine your strength. My apologies, please, continue what you were doing.”

You smile at this, nodding your head in appreciation, before turning back towards the maze. You take two steps, then your lifted off your feet, hands wrapped tight around your thighs. “Hey!” You yell, betrayal evident in your tone, twisting your body and scratching at the arms that held you. “Newt-put me down right now!”

“No can do love I’m sorry. You’re still limping.” He turns around, you still kicking and scratching and twisting in his arms, and starts making his way towards homestead. He was taking you back to your bed.

“No! No I don’t wanna go back! Newt, please, I promise I’m okay put me down!” Still he shakes his head, feet not stopping for a second. You only had one option.

You throw yourself backwards and Newt goes flying, tripping over his legs and landing smack on the floor. You take advantage of the opportunity, slipping out his arms and sprinting in the direction of the Maze. You’re significantly further than you perceived yourself to be, but you didn’t let that stop you, feet stomping and breath heavy.

You hear a rough and angry huff from behind you, before a pair of footsteps are matching yours.

And you’re so close, so painfully close!

But it seemed the universe wasn’t on your side today, because for the third time, you were stopped.

A body tackled yours to the ground, flipping you over, knees holding your legs down, hands trapping yours to the grass beneath you.

Newts above you, anger very clear. He’s breathing heavy and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s had to run, or because of the whirlpool of emotions he’s experiencing. “What, do you think you’re doing?!”

You groan loudly, fed up with everything going on. The painkillers you took earlier were absolutely useless, and the falling and running causing your leg to extremely hurt, but your still fighting to get up.

“Stop!” He scolds. “Stop fighting! You’re not going into the maze! You’re going back to bed, okay?”

And you do stop, not because he told you to but because you’re tired. “But I’m fine-NO!” You’re picked up off the floor again, this time thrown over his shoulder, legs trapped and dangling. “Ughhhhh!”

“I’m sorry sweetheart but not today, not until your told your okay again.” You fall limp on his shoulders, body exhausted from the trouble it’s gone through. You couldn’t help but curse yourself for picking such a caring man, going out of his way to make sure you’re okay when he should be resting.