#tmrsmut

It had been four days.

Four days since everyone had fought for their lives and liberties at the Last City. Fending off WCKD, rebellions and a mind-eating virus.

And for everyone that had been conscious during those days, they finally let out that deep breath that they had been holding in for years.

The Right Arm had successfully saved as many immunes and people they could from the hands of WCKD, and had transported everyone to their Safe Haven. A little island location with the most breathtaking beach.

On the first day, Frypan, Gally and Minho had helped Vince load everything onto their ship. Their supplies, the survivors and their friends that were still recovering from the trauma and injuries their bodies had faced the day before. They had given Newt Thomas’ plasma that contained the cure as soon as they could, which knocked him out cold. Thomas was still in recovery from his battle wounds, and so were you.

On the second day, they had safely arrived in their new home. All hands were on deck to achieve a new home. Gally was building again, new homes for everyone and making sure they were comfortable. Frypan started scouting for food around the area and recruiting people to his new kitchen, and Minho, he was helping in any way he could. For he did not need to run anymore.

On the third day, Minho sat beside his friend's bed as he did every day. Newt began to stir awake. This jolted Minho from his seat with the biggest smile he had worn for many weeks.

As Newt's heavy and crusted over eyes began to open, the boy rubbed his face despite the pain he held all over his body.

‘Newt?’ Minho whispered, placing a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. Hoping to not startle him.

‘Minho?’ Newt hoarsely spoke back, staring at his friend in disbelief.

As much as Newt had remembered being cured and the events that happened to him that night, he was still missing blank spots in his memories.

He remembered crawling around the WCKD lab with Thomas and Y/N.

He remembered the fatigue and pain he felt that gradually got worse as they trudged around the city.

And then it's all black, until he remembers you. Laying on the ground, blood streaming from your side from the stab wound that he inflicted.

With that memory in his mind he turns to his friend.

‘Where are they?’ he said sternly, guilt laced in his voice as he hurriedly tried to get up from the cot he was put into.

Minho pushed his friend's shoulders back carefully, not wanting him to hurt himself.

‘Wo there. Lay back down please Newt you're going to hurt yourself.’ Minho exasperated trying to get his friend to calm down. “They are okay, they haven’t woken yet’ he said like it was the simplest thing.

‘What do you mean? What have I done? Where are they?’ He struggled to get out while fighting against his friend. Had he hurt you beyond repair? Was it too late? He had only just had you in his arms.

‘They are going to be fine. They lost a lot of blood, they just need some more time.’ Minho tried calming his friend. ‘Just relax please. You’re not looking to good yourself’ he sadly announced.

Newt sighed, laying back down while wincing and staring up at the wooden roof above his head. He honestly couldn't care less to ask the question of where he was, if they were safe, what happened to WCKD. None of that matters if it meant that you were in pain somewhere in the world.

‘Thomas hasn’t woken either yet. But he will and they will too. We made it Newt, you made it. We are safe now and everything will be okay. As soon as you rest and recover. I’m going to get someone to help you with the pain. Stay here’ Minho said sternly as he patted his friend on the shoulder and walked out of the hut.

Newt watched his friend leave the hut, waiting a couple of minutes before rising up out of the cot as he did before, feeling his head start to spin from the fast movement.

He stood fast and looked down at his feet, trying to ground himself before he made his way out of the hut and squinted from the bright sun that cascaded around his new surroundings.

As his eyes began to adjust he saw everyone. Tending to their new home, laughing with each other and enjoying the peace and serenity that they had built for themselves. He listened and heard nothing but tranquility and silence. No humming from electricity that he learnt to live with during the maze, no arguing that he became so used to in the months afterwards. Just silence.

It made his ears hurt. Because in his mind, all he heard was his thoughts screaming at him for what he had done to you.

Limping and aching, he hurriedly looked around him. You must be in this area recovering if he was too.

Searching each hut he passed, bursting through the doors like a maniac trying to see your smile again. Only to find that each one was either empty, or filled with supplies.

Growing frustrated in his panicked state he began yelling for you. Tripping up over his feet as he sprinted around on the sand.

He spotted another hut a couple meters ahead of him, using the last of his strength that he held he raced towards it, slamming open the wobbly door. And seeing you, lying peacefully in a cot, eyes closed.

He stopped immediately upon seeing your face. You looked so peaceful and tranquil. He approached with caution towards your still body, worried that any movement he makes will injure you just as it did days ago.

Opting to kneel on the ground beside your cot, he reached out and delicately held your hand, feeling how cold and pale it looked. Almost lifeless. It knocked the oxygen straight out of his lungs as he felt hot tears run down the sides of his dry cheeks.

He began to sob, no words being able to reach his lips apart from ‘I’m sorry’ millions of times as he became erratic. Gripping onto your fist as he broke down on the floor. He didn’t feel full anymore, the only reason why he wasn’t screaming right now was for the small movements of your chest rising each time you drew a silent breath.

Keeping his eyes trained on your matted hair that laced around your face, he lightly swept some of the strands away from your face before giving himself the courage to place his chapped lips on your forehead, before immediately rising to his feet and leaving the room. He felt as if the energy around him would bring you to your demise and he couldn’t risk that. Not when it came to you.

As soon as Newt had reached for the door handle and walked his way outside, he collapsed onto his knees, grabbing at his face and crying into his hands. How could he have done this to you? Even in the state that he was in those nights before, how could his love and adoration towards you not stop his actions and keep you out of harm's way? God, he wasn’t even able to tell you just how much he loved you before he hurt you.

Minho and Gally had spotted their friend from a mile away, already on their way back to him to keep him company and lift his spirits. They had never seen this boy as upset and broken before. His usual kind and happy nature, gone.

They rushed to him and held him on the ground as he sobbed. Mumbling how much of a monster he was and how he wished it was him that was in your shoes and not you to the two that held him.

Minho looked towards Gally, sad eyes holding onto his friends as he caressed Newt’s shoulders, no words being able to creep from his mouth as he communicated with Gally in silence.

What could they possibly do to mend a broken heart?

—

It had taken another day passing, and for Minho to sleep on the ground next to Newt for someone to convince Newt to drink some water, and eat something.

Thomas had woken now. His physical wounds began to heal, making his own way out of the hut and trying to rebuild his life again after everything that they had lost.

Brenda had decided to spend the day by your bedside. Wiping wet towels across your forehead and checking your wounds to see how they were healing.

When she found you laying on the concrete, blood dripping from the knife handle that hung tightly on your side. She made it her mission from then on to make sure you would survive. She tended to you when she could, made sure the fabric that laid under your head was comfortable enough and let the ocean breeze come through the front door to let you have fresh air.

When she had met everyone from the Glade back at her home, she had taken a liking to you immediately. Your kind nature, matching Newt’s was always something she was so fascinated by due to the onslaught of trauma you had been through.

So she would do everything she could in her power to make sure that you would be given the happiness and life you deserved once they got out of that hell hole.

‘You can do this Y/N’ she whispered, leaning her chin against the hand that laid on the cot beside your head.

—

Hours had passed now, the sun starting to fade away into the horizon and creating a cascade of purples and pinks. Everyone at the camp had set up a bonfire, celebrating the first night of freedom after setting up the camp for the last few days.

Newt sat besides Thomas, after reluctantly joining them all at the celebrations. Minho having to basically drag him out of the hut and force him to sit, and have a drink. To rejoice alongside his peers. Which Newt found so incredibly hard to do.

As you laid in your cot, darkness consumed the world outside. You begin to stir, shuffling around in the cot before awakening with a loud gasp and a wince. Your abdomen is still in pain, but mostly because you hadn’t moved in so long.

Looking around you, you first noticed the fresh smell of salt that hung in the air, the structure around you and the small candle that was alight next to your head.

Slowly making your way to be sat with your legs hanging off the cot. You sat trying to get a grasp on everything that rushed inside of your head.

You had been injured last you had remembered, but also Newt had been cured. Even just the thought of that had made you sigh happily out loud.

Taking your time to stand, you walked towards the door of your hut and opened the door. Looking around at your surroundings.

Even in the darkest you could see that you were by the ocean, the smell from before giving that away but even with how dark the night sky had become you could still see the moon's reflection on the tide as it rocked from the current.

Scanning around to the right you noticed more huts and structures halfway finished.

That was enough to tell you that you all had made it. This was the Safe Haven you all had dreamt about for years. The place where you all could finally relax and live your life the way it was meant to be lived.

Spotting the raging bonfire in the distance and the sound of cheering and laughter. You made your way over there slowly. Holding your wounds as you watched as faces you recognised became clearer in your vision.

The first face of which you saw, was Brenda’s as she came bounding over to you at the speed of light.

‘Y/N!’ she screeched happily and engulfed you in the tightest hug you had felt in a long time, almost sending you tumbling to the ground which caused you to giggle.

‘Brenda! We made it!’ you smiled happily and squeezed the girl back. Ignoring the mass amounts of pain in your side as you held her close. Happiness overtakes your senses rather than dealing with pain. You’ve dealt with enough of that in the past.

Pulling away, Brenda begins ‘God I knew you would make it. I missed you so much.’ she claims, grabbing each side of your face before bringing you back in. Laughing at her and you smile widely. ‘Can’t leave you here to deal with all the issues alone now can I?’ you smiled back at her and then pulled away again.

Smiling to yourself you look around and watch as faces you knew come closer to you.

Minho, Gally and Fry coming up from every direction and joining in for a massive group hug.

‘Welcome back Y/N’ Gally exclaims while messing around with the hair on top of your head. ‘Now that your back Y/N could you help Fry please? His food is making my stomach hurt again’ MInho laughs while his friend whacks him in the chest.

‘It’s so good to see you guys. I can’t believe we are finally here, it doesn't even feel real!’ you exclaim and laugh alongside them.

However, your mind isn’t exactly trying to stay in this moment too much longer. As your eyes search the crowd for the one face you beg to see. The only person you want to be held by.

Newt.

Where could he be? Is he okay? Did he make it to? And if so, why isn’t he here?

Brenda was the first to watch your eyes trail away from the conversations happening around you. Obviously knowing what you were searching for.

‘He’s by the pit Y/N’ she smiles and pushes you along as you give her the cheesiest grin back.

Making your way closer to the fire, you watch as faces, new and old pass by your vision. People who you had seen around the Right Arm and new recruits that you had helped save that night days ago smiling at you, nodding their heads and lifting their drinks as they indulge themselves.

Your smile started to grow smaller and smaller each time you looked around and could not see him.

Until, you did.

There he was, sitting quietly next to Thomas, nothing coming from his lips and his eyes dead as can be. This made you pout as you made your way over to the two.

Thomas looked up first, smiling and nudging his friend's shoulder while waving to you.

As soon as Newt looked up, you watched as his eyes went wide. Like a deer caught in the headlights. He almost looked scared to see you, that feeling making you stop in your tracks as your smile immediately disappeared off your face.

Was he not happy to see you? Was he angry at something you did?

You weren’t sure as you stood there, racking your brain for any wrongs that you may have done. While watching as Newt stood up, and instead of walking to you, hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.

You frowned, watching as the love of your life walked away from you. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

Thomas looked up to you from his spot by the fire at you. Watching the orange flames cascade around your figure as you looked defeated. He got up, and made his way immediately over to you.

‘Hey Y/N’ he said softly, rubbing the back of your forearm for comfort. All you could do in a response was look back up to him and give the smallest of smiles back before looking back at Newt’s disappearing figure in the distance.

‘He woke up a day before you and freaked. He didn’t think you would make it’ Thomas explained to you as he watched the cogs turn in your brain to understand what happened.

‘Does he think that this is his fault? I’m right here Thomas, why couldn’t he just come talk to me?’ you spoke back, finally looking at Thomas’ face with tears starting to form in your eyes.

He sighed lightly before bringing you into a tight embrace, letting you cry against his shoulder lightly. ‘I think that he is scared, Y/N. He needs you just as much as you need him.’ he starts to explain. ‘I have known Newt for a long time, and trust me on this. I have never seen him more happy and content than when he is by your side’ he reassures you as he lets you go.

As much as that fills your heart with joy, you need to go and find Newt and help him realize that everything is okay now.

Giving Thomas a tight nod you pull yourself away from him and begin walking in the direction that Newt has just headed to. Lifting your head up high as you trailed after him.

Since he had a head start, you walked fast until you could start to see his figure appearing in the distance. ‘Newt!’ you yelled, picking up your pace.

You knew he could hear you, but he just kept walking.

‘Newt, please!’ you yelled again, starting to jog despite the pain that you started to feel.

When Newt heard your sweet voice calling for him, it scared him. He wished that he just wasn’t here, maybe that would keep you out of harm's way. It wasn’t until you begged for him that he stopped. Not by choice, but the adoration he held for you in his heart stopped his legs before he could even think.

You saw when he stopped walking, but yet he was still turned and faced away from you. You jogged faster to him, reaching out to grab onto his arm.

‘Newt’ you whispered as you huffed, tugging on the sleeve of his jumper he adorned trying to get him to face you. ‘Please Newt, just tell me what I did. What happened? I don’t understand’ you rambled as your breathing started to normalize.

This made Newt turn around in an instant. ‘What you did? What do you mean what you did Y/N? I hurt you!’ he yelled back, causing you to take a step back. The wild look in his eye makes you remember the torment and anger he went through when he first discovered the virus.

‘You didn’t hurt me Newt, the virus was plaguing you! You were a crank Newt, that wasn’t you’ you whispered back, leaning backwards while staring into his hard eyes.

‘No Y/N, I hurt you. I stabbed you, the one person that I love and cherish. The one person who I thought maybe my stupid idiotic crank brain might think twice about. But no, I stabbed you. I caused you to be unconscious for days with no certainty of your recovery. I let you sit there on the ground while you bled out, too weak to even get up and help you myself’ he yelled back at you.

This stunned you. Not only his angry words directed at himself, but the word love. He had never said that to you before and this was not exactly how you expected it to happen.

This caused you to stay still, unnerved by his stature.

This caused him to look down at the sandy ground. ‘Right, well. Just stay away from me, please’ he begged. His heart breaking whilst turning around and beginning his journey away from you.

As you watched his footsteps make marks along the sand, trailing away you huffed.

‘Get back here Newt right now and face me yourself if you’re so scared!’ you yelled, causing the blonde to turn around and look at you wide eyed.

‘How am I ever going to prove to you that that wasn’t you Newt. What will make you realize in that shuck brain of yours that it was the damn  virus! Don’t make me stand here and watch you walk away from me while I spent the last year loving you!’ you yelled back.

You watched as Newt’s face immediately softened at your words. Love. How could someone he hurt so badly love him?

You watched as the clogs started to turn in his brain while he thought of what he could do. He could turn around, and continue walking. Maybe he could find someplace else on this island that would be far enough away from you to keep you safe?

Or maybe, he could just lift his head up, storm right to you and show you just how sorry he is and how much you fill the empty void in his heart? Mend the wounds that he had been facing for the last few days and just start again?

And the second option is exactly what he did.

Without a second thought, he raced towards you and held your face in his hands, causing you to look up at the boy's beautiful brown eyes.

‘I’m right here, Newt. Can’t you see that? I’m right here’ you whispered to him and you felt your body relax in his hands.

He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any form of regret of anxiety from his presence. Trying to find something that would make him run in the other direction. But he couldn’t, all he could see was the same love he held for you.

He wiped the tears that began flowing down your cheeks before leaning forwards and kissing you with all of his might. Hoping that the outpour of emotions that leaked from him would convey just how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

Leaning back into him, you reached your hands around his neck and reciprocated happily and passionately. Relaying every emotion you had in your brain at that moment. Never ever wanting to pull away from him.

He pulled away suddenly, placing his forehead against your own and resisting the smile that was aching to reach his lips.

‘I’m so sorry my love’ he whispered almost silently before taking his hands away from your face and wrapping them around your waist to hold you close, as his knees gave away from under him and he brought you down to the ground with him.

‘Shhh, it’s okay Newt. I’m here. We are both here, and we are safe.’ you smiled at him as you held him closely, rubbing the hair on the back of his head and rocking you both slowly.

Looking up from your position you watched as the last bits of the sun disappeared and the night became dark. But you didn’t care. You had made it.

Both of you had made it, alongside almost everyone you cared deeply about. You were safe.

It would take time to heal, both your own wounds but also Newt’s. It would take time to be comfortable again.

But time wasn’t something you were worried about anymore.

You have all of the time in the world.

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It felt like they all had been running for years. And it felt like there was no sign of stopping soon. No where they went felt safe, trustworthy. As long as WCKD wanted to find them there was nowhere safe for them to go.

That’s why the second Newt had woken you from your sleep that night many weeks ago, explaining that Thomas was going to sneak out and go get Minho back. You knew you would happily go too. Because no matter where you all were, you had to run.

You had made it through the tunnels filled with cranks, (thanks to Brenda and Jorge), made it through to the gates of the city, seeking refuge with a surprise entrance from Gally, and now you were waiting back with Frypan in Lawrence’s camp for the boys to come back and speak about a plan to get into the WCKD building. Usually having this many things happen to a person within the span of a couple days would traumatize someone, but after everything they had been through. Nothing was new at this point.

You sat on a stool, knees jumping up and down as you waited anxiously. ‘They are going to be fine, Y/N’ Frypan whispered to you, placing a hand on your shoulder in the hopes to calm you down. You just nodded, it felt weird to be away from Newt and Thomas amongst everything. You hadn’t been away from their presence in the longest time.

Suddenly, the grate that laid on the ground in which the boys had left through earlier popped right back open and revealed the three, causing a small smile to grow on your face before it settled back down due to the anxious looks on the others. Newt made his way over to you, giving you shoulder a little pat before taking a stance around a table.

Newt and yourself had a very unspoken connection, always leaning on each other in times of grief and being particularly cuddly with each other. It was something no one talked about, minds filled with more dangerous thoughts. But, you both knew how you felt for each other, it just wasn’t worth saying anything right now.

You followed the boys around the table, trying to understand what was going through their minds right now. The three were silent, not saying a word about what they saw. You just began presuming that something awful had just happened. ‘Well, did you find a way in?’ you asked Thomas, taking a glance at Gally along the way and standing next to Newt.

Newt seemed ridgid, a temperamental nature surrounding him. It made you look over at him, scanning over him for wounds or something that could make him seem so cold, which just wasn’t a characteristic that the boy held. ‘It’s Teresa’ Gally awared the group.

You took a step back, this was the same girl that was your friend back in the glade. You trusted her just like you did with the rest of the boys. But just like everything else in the world, it changed. She was the reason they weren’t in a safe haven now, the reason Minho was taken alongside all of the innocent young people that were safe for once.

‘No, there’s got to be another way’ Thomas spoke, while pacing back and forth around the table. ‘Like what? You’ve seen the building, she is our only way in,’ Gally pointed out, while looking down at the blueprints and map he held under his fingers. You looked towards the man before seeing out of the corner of your eye Newt starting to pick at his fingers and chew his nails off. He was angry, it made you go cold inside. Tearing your eyes away slowly from Newt’s movements you slowly spoke, ‘Do you really think that she would just help us?’. Gally looked towards you, starting to get agitated himself. ‘I don’t plan on asking her for permission’ he chuckled lightly.

‘Am I missing something here? This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct? Same dick?’ Brenda asked, making you hold back a slight bit of laughter on how Brenda described the girl. She wasn’t wrong, one bit. And with all the pent up emotion that you felt after everything it might just be time to use Teresa just like how she used you, and the people closest to you. ‘I like her’ Gally added to Brenda, making you all smile just slightly before Newt spoke, startling you all by his tone and appearance.

‘What? Are you afraid your little girlfriend is going to get hurt? Hmm? This has obviously never just been about rescuing Minho’ he started to ramble. Your eyes went wide with his demeanor as you instinctively reached a hand out from under the table to hold his own, which he quickly slapped away, eyeing you dangerously. ‘What are you talking about, Newt?’ you asked the boy, who never brought his eye contact away from Thomas who looked just as shocked as the rest of the group.

‘Teresa!’ Newt yelled, while climbing off his seat and stalking towards Thomas. ‘I mean, she’s the only reason why Minho went missing in the first place. Now we finally have the opportunity to get him back and, what?’ the blonde haired boy yelled and started to press Thomas against the wall while saliva and negativity was thrown out of his mouth. ‘You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside you still care about her, don’t you?’ Newt exclaimed. You look over to Frypan standing up now and eye him, trying to see if he had any idea of what was going on. He shrugged, never taking his eye’s of the boys.

‘Just admit it’ Newt asked of Thomas, venom laced in his voice. ‘Newt’ Thomas whispered, looking over to you for some sort of help knowing that Newt and yourself had a connection. You rose up from your position, stalking over behind Newt. ‘Don’t lie to me!’ he screamed, shoving Thomas roughly against the wall. This causes you to jump back slightly.

‘Dont. Lie. To Me’ Newt repeated himself, looking deep into Thomas’ eyes. You walked further behind Newt, gently caressing his arm in the hopes it might just calm him down in the slightest.  Suddenly, Newt's posture changed, looking back towards you, the group and then Thomas. ‘I’m sorry’ he whispered to his friends, ‘I’m sorry’ he whispered again to you before trailing himself out slowly to the door.

You looked at Thomas, still not knowing what had happened. ‘I’ll go talk to him’ you mumbled. Feeling the tension hot and heavy in the air. You followed your feet towards the door. Thomas following your steps closely behind you. What could've caused Newt to react like this? You thought, he just wasn’t this person. No matter what happened to him or the trauma that he had gone through, he never, ever, acted like this. You both walked in silence up to the roof. Seeing Newt with his feet dangling off the roof.

Making your way over to where he was sitting, you placed yourself right next to him with Thomas lingering behind you both. Obviously slightly scared to have another reaction like that from Newt.

Newt took in a deep breath, turning his head to look over the sunrise that started to cascade into the beaten down housing surrounding you all. No one dared to speak first. ‘I’m sorry about that. Back there’ he finally broke the silence. Looking towards Thomas first, with sincere eyes before turning to you and nodding. He looked back towards the sunrise and played with his fingers once more. ‘What’s up, Newt?’ you asked him sweetly, trying to calm him as he was obviously very anxious.

He smiled lightly before looking down towards his forearm. ‘I guess I can’t hide this anymore’ he spoke softly before pulling up the sleeves of his jacket. Your eyes went wide. Newt wasn’t immune. Your jaw hung, almost hitting the roof underneath you it felt. You felt a tear try to make its way to your eye but you tried your best to look strong, for him.

Thomas bent down to your levels, taking a closer look at Newt’s arm in sorrow. ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ you asked, a crack evident in your voice. Newt’s other hand reaches down to touch your thigh to give you some form of comfort. ‘Didn’t think it would make any difference. All I know is that WCKD must’ve put me in that maze for a reason. Maybe it was literally just so that they could tell the difference between immune’s like you and people like me,’ he admitted. It made your heart hurt, they could’ve helped him. Back when they first found the Right Arm, Mary would have helped. You took your eyes away from Newt’s arm, looking at the sunrise and trying to calm yourself down.

‘You know, we can still fix this Newt’ Thomas finally spoke, looking at his friend with hope still evident in his eyes, even though these days it looked like that fire was slowly burning away. ‘Don’t worry about me. This is about Minho. Now, he needs us. All of us’ he stated, looking towards you with a stern face. ‘So if there is even the slightest chance, that we can save him. That we can get him out of there then we have to take that. No matter what the cost’ Newt explained, looking back at Thomas again.

You were too confused, too angry to really speak now. He had been hiding this awful thing from you all for so long, his dignity and humble nature trying to protect you all from the truth but it could’ve been rectified. ‘Okay, I hear you’ Thomas spoke. Looking towards you. He knew how you felt about the boy. He knew what you were hiding behind your tongue. The feelings that you felt towards Newt and he knew that this would be affecting you in a much different way than he could imagine. ‘I’m going to give you guys a minute. I’ll be downstairs with the others’ Thomas mumbled, nodding towards you as you continued to look towards the sun. Newt nodded a thank you, watching Thomas’ retreating figure before turning to you again and hoping you would look at him.

‘Y/N?’ he asked sweetly, rubbing his thumb across your thigh and his other arm draped alongside himself, obviously becoming painful. ‘You know Newt, we could’ve done something. If you had just spoken about it sooner we could've done something to help you’ you stated, ripping your eyes away from the sunrise to look at him. Newt was taken aback slightly by your words but kept his composure. ‘It doesn’t matter now, Y/N, we have bigger and much greater issues to face’ he mumbled taking his hand away from you. ‘Our friend needs us-’ he added before you interrupted. ‘You need us! Newt, you need us. We need you! I need you’ you replied, letting your much awaited tears fall down your cheek.

‘Okay Y/N, I know but -’ You shook your head. ‘No Newt, you don’t understand. I need you more than you realize. More than you will ever know, especially now’ you huffed. Standing up to walk back down to the others to try and distract yourself from the fact that the love of your life was most likely going to die. ‘Y/N! Stop’ he announced behind you. You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face him with a scowl on your face. ‘You don’t know how much I need you! You don’t get it. I kept this from you all because I knew what would happen! You would help me instead of fighting for our freedom. I want us all to be safe, I need you to be safe’ he exclaimed, walking up closer to you.

‘I’m never going to be safe or feel safe if you won’t even be there with us’ you yelled back to him. He stopped himself, eyeing you up and down. Not knowing what to do in order to show you what he truly meant in this moment. He needs you to be safe so that he could be at peace, needs to know you are happy so that he can be happy. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He looked back into your eyes before storming up to you and entrapping you in a mighty kiss. One that knocked the air straight out of your lungs. You were shocked, eyes still open with so much emotion running through your veins that you didn’t even know what you were supposed to do or say. So instead, you melted into him and poured out your soul.

After a few seconds, holding each other, he backed away, leaning his head against your own and panting slightly. ‘I need you to be safe. That’s my priority,’ he whispered. You nodded, taken aback by the moment. Looking into his eyes, you could see how scared he was. How in pain he was. You placed your hand around the back side of his neck. ‘I need you next to me. Forever. So don’t get mad at me if I try to help you’ you whisper back. He smiled lightly, nodding before grabbing you close, holding you as the sun began to rise further up above the buildings.

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You had made it into the WCKD headquarters, after a rather rough interrogation of Teresa you all had come up with a plan of escaping. Newt, Thomas and Gally had luckily been able to disguise themselves as guards while you dressed yourself in a doctor's uniform. Luckily enough your face would definitely not be recognized easily now that Teresa had taken out your microchip. Your white lab coat bounced the bright white lights hanging from the ceilings. Newt stayed by your side, or right behind you the whole time. Sometimes squeezing your hand to make sure we're okay until you all had to fight your way out of there.

Luckily, you had found Minho. But now you were all trapped inside of a room with no foreseeable way out. ‘Newt, come on!’ Minho yelled, trying to get the boy to help him push down some drawers to block the door more. You paced around looking left, right and center for some way to get out of here. You all stood next to Thomas, wrapping your arm around Newt’s bicep as you began to feel cornered. Like a lab rat. ‘Oh shit’ Thomas mumbled, looking towards the door. Sparks started to come out from the other side as they attempted to pry the door open.

‘Any ideas?’ Minho asked, as we all slowly started to back away from our impending doom that awaited us on the other side of the doors. You unlocked yourself from Newt, causing him to flurry his arm back in an attempt to keep him near you, but you were too focussed on what Thomas was looking at. The windows. ‘Maybe’ Thomas mumbled before you ran across the room and grabbed a tank of nitrogen that laid on the ground. Newt followed after you, getting Thomas and Minho to replace you as the boys chucked it out of the window.

You started to freak out, dying from falling out of a building wasn’t exactly how you pictured your death but at least you wouldn’t die being a WCKD lab rat.

Watching the tank fall into the water bed on the ground you looked back at Newt, reaching to him. ‘Okay, it’s doable,’ you mumbled, mostly to yourself for reassurance. The three boys looked at you like it was crazy. ‘We just need a little running start’ Thomas agreed while backing up further from the window frame. Newt grabbed your hand and held you close to him. He was getting weaker and weaker every second that passed, you hoped that deep down Brenda had gotten those remedies and that everything would be okay soon. Back to the way life should be. Peaceful, safe.

‘Are you sure about this?’ Minho asked Thomas. ‘Not really’ he admitted. That’s the first time you had seen him doubt himself, which made you shudder with anxieties but Newt gripped onto your waist as tight as he could muster, trying to calm you. ‘Nice pep talk’ Minho added. ‘Yeah, we are all bloody inspired’ Newt laughed. Giving you a light kiss on the head before turning back to the window. While you all stood around, procrastinating to avoid jumping out, you all heard a loud bang and scrape, seeing that Janson and the guards had made their way through the door. ‘Shit’ Thomas yelled before starting to run to the window. Minho, Newt and yourself following behind.

Newt grabbed onto you as you flew through the air, down what seemed like a hundred story building. Gripping onto his collar you didn’t dare look down until you all landed in the water, frantically trying to reach the surface to get another puff of oxygen. You were the first one to reach the surface, so you scanned for the others as they all started to appear on the surface. Looking back up at Janson briefly you started to make your way over to the edges of the pool, yanking yourself up and then helping Newt up, who seemed to be losing all his strength at this point which made you even scareder than you could be.

Before you could even ask him how he was feeling you heard the clocking of guns behind you, resulting in Newt clicking back on and dragging you behind him, to see four heavily armed guardsmen surrounding you all. Physically shaking you lent your head on Newt’s back. ‘You four! Don’t move’ one the guards announced through his mask. Letting your mind float elsewhere as you tried to take in your surroundings to see if there was any way to get out of this situation AGAIN.

‘Take it easy. Hey! Don’t even think about it’ the guard yelled at Thomas as the boy started to reach for the gun in his holster. ‘Get on your knees with your hands in the air’ he added, but before you could even start moving down to the ground, one of the other guards started to shoot down the others, falling to the ground. Ripping off his mask he showed that it was Gally. Letting out a sigh of relief as he did so.

‘Gally?’ Minho looked shocked to see his former friend again. ‘Minho’ he nodded before looking back up to the window we jumped down from. ‘You guys are nuts’

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Looking around, the last city was being blown into pieces. Everything around you is either falling down, or being shot at. It was a new level of terrifying that you hadn’t been aware of yet. Sure, it was a great distraction for you all to sneak out of the city without being noticed but Newt was falling to pieces too. Each second that passed it was harder and harder. You held him close to you, as you all cowered away in a pile of rubble to avoid the war that was going on around you all.

Thomas was speaking on the walkie talkie, speaking to Brenda about our chances of getting out. But you couldn’t listen, all of your energy being poured into Newt. ‘Listen to me, we are going to get you out of here’ you whispered to him as he panted and his face turned discolored. Thomas suddenly shot up. ‘We gotta move. Our ride is here’ he exclaimed while grabbing onto Newt, pulling him from the ground with the blonde leaning on his shoulder, Minho rushing to the other side as they dragged him along the uneven ground. You ran ahead with Gally, grasping Newt’s gun in your hand as you battled the streets. ‘Alright Newt, we are almost there,’ Gally claimed as we turned a corner. You nodded to your boy, held flimsily in the other's arms. You rushed forward only to be thrown back as a flying car was hurdled in front of you, landing on your back side. Slowly getting up with a ringing in your ears you hear Gally shouting to get back.

Lawrence’s army flooded through the new opening and began to take on WCKD and the city. You looked over to Newt, crawling over and placing your hands on his thighs, hoping he would look you in the eye. ‘We gotta go, we gotta go’ Thomas mumbled trying to pry Newt off the ground. ‘No we don’t’ Newt replied weakly as you looked at him, trying to bring the sick boy you loved from the ground. ‘Come on Newt, please’ you begged him. He started coughing up black slime, panting heavily. It made your heartbreak as you kept a worried eye on him. ‘Y/N, Minho and Gally. Run ahead, grab the serum. Get back to us as soon as you can’ Thomas mumbled to you all. ‘No’ you easily let out. ‘I’m not leaving him’ you said sternly. Thomas looked at you with pleading eyes, not wanting to give up on his friend but not wanting anyone to stay around here any longer. Newt too out of it to say anything back to you.

‘I won’t do it. I can’t do it. Gally, Minho, you two go. Now’ you begged them. ‘They're right. I can cover’ Gally told his friends. Eyeing you down and holding a hand to your shoulder for support. You gratefully nodded back, a weird feeling of Gally giving you hope but taking it in and processing it.

Newt grabbed Minho’s hand, thanking him kindly and looking back to you, black slime reaching down his neck and his eyes so bloodshot you couldn’t even see his normal brown ones anymore. You pressed your head against his hand as he fidgeted and coughed. The old Newt slowly flushing away from his aura and being drowned by the disease. You just hoped they would get back in time to save him.

He started to grunt as you laid your head on his hand. Looking back up at him you could see him starting to turn. ‘Newt! Newt please hang on. Please. Hang in there, for me’ you begged him as he continued on his path to insanity. ‘Hey!’ Thomas yelled, grabbing the boy's collar bringing him back into the real world. ‘We are going to try this. Okay? We got to move. Now’ Thomas instructed the boy, looking back at you as you nodded. Ready to carry Newt anywhere you had to. ‘Let’s get you up. Come on’ you asked of Newt as you tried lifting his arm up. ‘No, Y/N. No. Take this’ he begged as you shook him, ripping a necklace off his chest and trying to hand it to you. ‘Take it!’ he yelled. You knew it wasn’t him yelling, but you still stared at him in shock. You grabbed it immediately from his hand, looking at the small metal vile on the piece of fabric. ‘Please, Y/N/N. Please’ you nodded at his begging. A small tear coming from your eyes as you put it in your pocket of the lab coat you were still unfortunately wearing.

‘Now we have to go. Okay?’ Thomas begged the boy as he grabbed one shoulder and you leant down immediately grabbing the other to support him. You all grunted in pain, trying to drag the poor boy's legs across the ground.

You all searched the scenery in front of you, trying to find a place where you could go and hide, or even better yet closer to wherever Minho and Gally could be. Hurriedly dodging the bullets and people storming around you. Eventually, you ended up in what was the metro station. ‘Stay with me Newt. Please’ you begged as you grunting carrying the weight of the skinny boy across the ground.

Suddenly, he started to convulse and move unwillingly against Thomas’ and your own grip, slowly making his way back down to the ground. ‘No no no’ you mumbled, reaching back down to the ground to grab him. He was making animalistic noises and gasping for air. More tears came through the flood gates as you looked at Thomas. ‘We have to keep moving. We have to get him that serum. Now’ you begged him but all he could hear was his best friend in pain. Thomas hurriedly grabbed his shoulders, dragging him along the ground as you stood up. Hand clasped around your mouth so you didn’t sob.

Shortly after, Thomas collapsed onto the ground with Newt in his lap. You ran back over to them as Thomas stood from his friend. You pressed your fingers against your loved one's pulse, feeling how fast his heart rate was made you worry even more.

Thomas moved even more when he began hearing Teresa’s voice emitting around the city. Explaining to Thomas that there was still time. That he was the cure, his blood was the antidote to the virus. He could help save Newt, and he was the reason Brenda was still alive. This caused you to stand, if that would help you to hear her better. Thomas can save Newt, Thomas can end his suffering. Even just the thought made a small smile appear on your face as you turned back around to see your weak, paralysed boy start to climb up from the ground. ‘Newt’ you mumbled. Looking at him as he turned around, head slung to the side, black goo running from his mouth like a waterfall and eyes of a predator.

Suddenly the most animalistic screech came from his mouth, Thomas immediately throwing you away from his point of impact and being tackled by Newt himself. ‘Newt!’ you screamed, rushing off to the two as they fought on the ground. Thomas begged Newt to come to his senses and realize what he was doing. ‘Newt! It’s me!’ he yelled as the boy rushed over back towards him.

Thomas threw Newt to the ground, Newt spitting up blood and coming alive again. ‘I’m sorry Tommy, kill me!’ he yelled, making you let out an audible sob as you approached him. ‘We’re not doing that Newt, there’s a way!’ you yelled to him as you were within inches of him. Suddenly, he threw himself off the ground and tackled you to the ground. ‘Newt! Please! It’s me’ you yelled, holding his strong arms back as he tried to scratch and bite on you. After a few seconds of this behavior. The old Newt came back.

You continued holding his arms back but released some tension from them, watching as Thomas was backing up and trying to see if Minho and Gally were close by. The boy above you huffed and puffed, holding back onto your arms to give you some sort of comfort. ‘I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry’ he pleaded with you. You nodded back to him, crying as you held him away from you when all you wanted to do was bring him closer. ‘It’s okay’ you let out breathlessly. Letting your head lean back to touch the ground.

Newt then reached into your pocket, grabbing the grab he had given you earlier and placing it on his head. ‘No!’ you screamed, kicking it out of his hand with the leg you had free from his straddle and watching it fly across the ground. Newt screeched again, going back to being a crank and trying to grab onto you.

Fighting against him was hard enough for you mentally, but then having to chuck him off you was even harder. He curled onto the ground, spitting out black goods before grabbing a knife that was in his pants. You stalked over behind him on your knees, trying to creep up on him and smack the knife out of his hand again. Afraid he was going to hurt himself. Before he turned around and swiped the knife on you, causing you to fall back onto the ground. You let out a yell to Thomas before Newt climbed back on top of you, grasping the knife with strength you didn’t know he had and trying to feed it into your heart. ‘Newt, please. I love you, please’ you screamed out. Trying to make reason with him as you watched the disease fight with his brain in his head.

He released his grip, making you relax for a moment before he reached around and stabbed you in the side. You let out a loud scream before you watched Brenda run up behind Minho and stab him in his side with the cure. You let out a long held breath as you began to pant yourself, Thomas immediately running over to you as you started to get tunnel vision.

‘Y/N! Stay with me okay. You’ll be okay, we’re all going to be okay’ she exclaimed, holding pressure around the knife on your side as you nodded slowly, turning your head over to look at the unconscious Newt. ‘Did you do it? Did you save him?’ you asked her softly. She nodded immediately, letting yourself relax as your vision caved in. ‘No Y/N. No!’ Brenda shook you, trying to get you to open your eyes as you tried your hardest. Seeing Newt start to stirr and awake as Thomas ran off, probably to talk to Teresa.

Newt woke and looked to his side, seeing your blood pool around your sides he raced over to you even though he was completely weak himself. ‘Y/N! No no no. Please stay with me okay? Please oh my god. I did this. Stay with me love we are going to safety. I’m okay. Everything is okay’ he mumbled trying to grab onto your bloody hand and hold it in his own.

You smiled nodding. ‘I’ll be okay’ you mumbled as Gally slowly began trying to pick you up to bring you to the ship, with Minho helping Newt off the ground. As your eyes began fading into the darkness….

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Waking up to the beautiful blue skies and radiant heat would be something that every standard human being would love. Watching the trees sway in the wind, and listening to the rustling leaves. But not for Y/N. Around one year ago when Y/N was flung into a world that surrounded her in a concrete wall. The Glade.

Waking up in a box with her memories wiped next to another girl she didn’t recognise was not exactly what she pictured her life to turn into but then again, she couldn’t even remember her life before that.

The loud rattle of the cage around her shook and screeched. Rubbing her eyes she took a wild look around her to see what the HELL was going on. Scanning around she saw nothing but a girl laying on the floor besides her. She knelt down next to the girl, looking up at the ceiling and screaming as she saw a door coming increasingly closer towards her. Y/N shook the girl, trying to awaken her but it was no use apparently. ‘Help!’ she screeched alongside the loudness of the box around her, hoping that there might just be one person on the other side that could help the two. Shielding herself in the corner of the box as it came to an agonising stop. The doors at the top were flung open, but she couldn’t bring herself to release from the corner she had situated herself in. Terrified of what might be on the other side of this. Hearing a pair of feet jump down inside the box with her she felt herself finally look up, regretting it for the most part as the sun blinded her ‘Newt, what do you see?’ she heard a voice coming from the mystery person. As she rubbed her eyes to get a better look around she saw what looked like 20 boys looking down at her. ‘It’s girls’ the boy beside her announced as he looked back and made eye contact with her own terrified ones. ‘Who are you?’ she all but whimpered as they all looked down upon the two girls. They all just looked back dumbfounded. ‘I’m Newt, do you know your name? Where you came from?’ Y/N shook her head, anxiety flooding her veins as she realised that she had nothing in her brain anymore. ‘It’s okay it's okay’ he stuttered back before looking down at the other girl next to her. Y/N looked back to the other girl that laid beside her. ‘I-I don’t know what happened. She just hasn’t responded’ she gulped back as she approached the body. Knowing that these boys are all just too shocked to really answer her questions. Y/N reached over to the girl before noticing something was in her hand. ‘What’s in the other one’s hand?’ someone asked from above making Y/N grab the girl's hand and take the piece of paper. Holding it out with shaking hands to give to the boy standing above her. He nodded kindly as a thank you, before he slowly unravelled the piece, ‘They’re the last ones, ever’ he exclaimed. Looking around to the boys around him. ‘What the hell does that mean?-’ he asked the others before the other girl jolted awake. Causing Y/N to walk backwards hitting the cage in shock. ‘Thomas’ she gasped before lulling back to unconsciousness. Y/N watched as all of the boys looked towards one of them. A boy with brown hair, and a mysterious glow in his eyes. He looked as confused as all of them were. Including herself. They made eye contact for a split second before Newt bent down to help carry the other girl out of the box before the boy she presumed to be Thomas reached a hand down to help her out.

That day Y/N will always remember. The day everything started. Her life had been a whirlwind, from what she remembered. The maze was an agonizing claustrophobic whirlwind of chaos. The moment both Teresa and herself were brought there, everything changed. Y/N stuck close to Newt for a long time at the beginning, the kindness he showed to her when showing up in the box never failed and he was always there for her. Teresa became like a sister, bonding over being the only females trapped in a compound filled with boys. And Thomas, became her closest ally, her companion and her best friend. She trusted him with her life and knew that she would follow him everywhere he went. Knowing that he would bring them all to safety. Deep, deep down Y/N knew she had feelings for the boy, the way she watched over him and ached for his support and attention. But, the world that they live in is not a world where feelings come first, she thought. Survival does. So, when Thomas brought them out of the maze and into what they thought was safety, she trusted him. Even after a shower and a meal, when Thomas said that he didn’t trust the place they had been brought to for safety, her survival instincts kicked right back in.

She watched as Thomas came back from his adventure with Aris in a state. ‘Thomas! What’s going on?’ she exclaimed as the boy looked frantic with wild eyes. Thomas grabbed a hold of her hand, ushering her to stay back as he ran towards the door. 'We gotta go, we gotta go,'' he kept repeating to everyone. Y/N looked over at Newt who looked just as confused and scared as she felt on the inside. ‘What do you mean we got to go?’ ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ were phrases thrown from Minho and Newt at the boy. Y/N watched as Thomas threw open a bed and ripped the sheets off of it, wrapping in around the door handle. The boys around her kept yelling at the boy, asking questions as Thomas would just mutter out little bits and pieces of what happened. ‘Thomas please just try and talk to us’ Y/N exclaimed with a sad look in her eyes as she watched the boy she cared for in such a state. ‘It’s WCKD! It’s still WCKD, it's always been WCKD’ he yelled back at all of them, looking back at her with sad eyes. Y/N mouth hung open slightly, as she was sure all of the others were doing too. Why did WCKD make this plot up and lie to say we were safe? Why would they give us food and clothes? Were some of the many questions roaming around in her brain. Thomas shot back to the grate under the bed and looked around at everyone. Slowly making his way back to Y/N. ‘We have to leave. Now he showed them as they all started hurriedly piling for the air vents. Y/N followed along suit, as Thomas grabbed her hand and started to lead the way out. ‘What about Teresa?’ she whispered as they tried to race along the maze (ironic) or air vents and make their way out. Thomas looked back at the girl, still trying to keep as close to her as possible as they found the exit of the air vents and Frypan kicked the grate open. ‘We need to find her and then go’ he whispered back, helping the girl get out of the grate with his arms before hurriedly walking around the corner to check if there were any guards nearby.

He always felt a connection to Y/N, not like the connection from the past that he felt with Teresa but something different. He always wanted to protect her, make sure she felt safe and warm before himself. He knows that he does this for everyone but in his heart he does it more for her. Needing to watch over her and watch her steps in the hopes that no harm is brought to her. He wishes he could just hold her in his arms constantly and make sure that nothing bad could ever reach her. Back in the maze, when the girls both first arrived he watched over her. Watching as she stood in the gardens with the sun gazing down on her Y/H/C coloured hair as it swayed in the slight wind inside the walls. He would always make it a mission as he exited the Maze each evening to walk past the Track-Hoe gardens and give her a smile and a wave. He knows deep down that in his heart he holds deep feelings for the girl, the way she would smile back at him and make his heart beat again despite the trauma he has endured and the way he felt the need to always reach for her hand to check for any injuries. The way that Y/N without a doubt trusted and believed in him as he helped them all escape the maze was the one thing that helped him have strength in his own decisions and made him carry on. But, the world they live in is about survival and not stopping. He just hopes that deep down, Y/N feels the same.

‘Come on, come on!’ he exclaimed to the rest of his friends as he still held on to Y/N. She looked back to the rest of them as they started making their way to rescue Teresa. ‘You guys go ahead there's something I gotta do’ the new boy from another maze added. ‘What are you talking about?’ Y/N asked him as she watched the boy stand by the grate. Looking up at Thomas she impatiently looked around the halls, hoping a guard wouldn’t pop up and harm anyone. ‘You guys want to get out of here, right?’ Aris asked before Winston jumped in the grate with him and scurried off to do what was needed. She could tell that Thomas trusted this boy, because in the end none of them would've known that this was still WCKD without him. Thomas nodded before grabbing Y/N hand again and racing back down the hall. She kept her eyes on her feet so that she didn’t trip before hearing Thomas gasp. Looking up she met eyes with one of the many doctors in the compound. She gulped before looking back at Thomas to see what they would do before an alarm blared, similar to the one that was blared while they were in the box. She opened her eyes wide before she looked towards the alarms and then back at Newt in hopes of knowing what their next step could be. She watched as Thomas grabbed a hold of the doctor roughly and demanded to know where Teresa was. She gulped looking back at Minho and Newt before following in Thomas and the doctor’s footsteps were leading, fast. Scurrying down the halls before they could get caught, Y/N ran ahead with Frypan before turning a corner and seeing a guard spotting them. Before even recognizing what was happening the guard shot at them causing the girl to squeal and duck, ‘Y/N watch out’ she heard Thomas exclaim as she ducked back around the corner with the rest of them before seeing Minho stand back. ‘Minho, what are you doing!’ Y/n yelled before watching the runner kick the guard back down for him to fall unconscious. ‘Shit, Minho’ Newt replied to his actions before Thomas ran forward and grabbed the gun of the guard and held it to the back of the doctor's body. Watching him begin to run again Y/N watched her steps and followed her friends down the halls again.

As they reached the medical wing they all ran into the room at once, Thomas raising the gun to all of the doctors before Y/N asked in a hurry ‘Where is she!’ she yelled before Thomas placed a hand on her back and motioned towards the curtains that seemed to have a medical gurney behind it. Ripping back the curtain Y/N was met with Teresa’s peaceful sleeping self. ‘Teresa?’ she said while holding onto her friends arms to try and get her to wake. ‘What did they do to you?’ she asked her friend as she started to wake up. ‘Y/N?’ she asked in a confused daze. The girl looked behind her to see Thomas and Newt beginning to restrain the doctors in medical wraps and anything they could find while Thomas kept looking back towards her with a scared gaze. ‘What's going on, Y/N?’ the girl asked while looking around worried. `We are getting out, right now. Come on’ she told her friend while helping her remove her IV’s and getting her out of the bed. Newt flipped a table to block the door as they all looked around for a means to escape. ‘Get back!’ Thomas yelled while grabbing a hold of Y/N behind him and keeping her close. ‘We have to get out of here!’ Y/N yelled while watching in terror as the guards tried to open the doors. Turning behind her she looked towards the glass that was along the wall. Grabbing a chair, Y/N rose it above her head and flung it at the door, to no avail. Thomas, noticing this, grabbed the chair from her and told her to stand back. Motioning towards Newt to grab another chair and help break the glass. As it shattered along the ground and all over the room, Y/N shielded her eyes watching as the boys told everyone to start jumping over the broken window. Y/N placed a blanket down for Teresa to hop over the glass while Thomas picked up Y/N and helped the girl to get over the window. In any other instance, this would've made her heart soar with butterflies but all she could think about right now was the group's safety. As they all made it over, they made their way to a door. ‘Stay behind me’ Thomas told Y/N before opening the door to show a guard standing in their way Subconsciously, Y/N gripped onto Newt’s hand before watching Thomas shoot the guard down with what seemed to be an electronic bullet designed to stun a target. Y/N looked up to him in shock before they all continued moving forward towards what they hoped would be an exit. Running down the halls, they all noticed the same door in which they arrived in which made them all run a bit faster. ‘There it is!’ Thomas yelled while holding the gun tight to his body and looking around in the hopes that Y/N would be near him and safe. Sprinting towards the door, Thomas grabbed the ID that he had stolen previously from a guard and swiped in into the key. Only for it to flash red, ‘Thomas’ she mumbled while scardiedly looking behind her as he struggled with the door. ‘Come on’ he mumbled back, sweating as he drove the key through and nothing changed. ‘Thomas!’ they all heard from behind them, slowly turning around to be met with Janson and his guard men. Y/N gulped and turned to look at her friend. Thomas grabbed the gun and loaded it, ready to shoot at the man as they started talking to one another. ``Open this door Janson!’ he asked, not so nicely. ‘You really don’t want me to, listen to me. I’m trying to save your life. The maze is one thing but you kids wouldn’t last one day out in the scorch. If the elements don’t kill you, the cranks will’ Janson yelled to the kids with his hands up. Y/N reached down to the floor to grab the key that Thomas had just dropped and continued swiping it through the key. Sweating with anxiety as it still wouldn’t work. Feeling Minho behind her she passed him the key and looked back to Thomas. ‘Yeah, let me guess WCKD is good?’ he asked the man while Janson bit his own tongue. ‘You’re not getting through that door’ he mumbled before Y/N spun around hearing a noise that unlocked the door to show Winston and Aris behind it. ‘Come on!’ Frypan exclaimed as he started sprinting again, Y/N immediately following and yelling for Thomas to hurry and join them. Thomas started to shoot back at Janson as he made his way backwards to the group. The door started to close on him so Y/N screamed for him. ‘Come on Thomas, run!’ she screamed to him as he ran as fast as he could, the door only a mere foot from being shut completely. She shut her eyes, not wanting to even see him locked behind that door, or even worse smushed underneath it. Hearing the sound of the door closing she gasped as he slid right underneath it and rose right at her feet, meeting face to face with her with such close proximity. He looked down into her eyes before grabbing her hand and running with the group back to the main doors, pulling the lever as they all ran into the night.

A storm brewed atop of them as they ran through the sand dunes, Thomas’s hand never leaving hers as they climbed up upon the sand and avoided the searchlights of the guards from the compound. As they run away from the intruding lights, Thomas points out a peak in the sand in which they could hide behind for a small amount of time. Grabbing everyone to duck, placing Y/N right by his side as he grips onto her waist, laying in the burning sand. Y/N tucks her face into Thomas’s chest and listens to the onslaught of yelling from the search teams, hearing them get closer and closer every second that they lie there. ‘Okay everybody, go go! Stay low!’ Thomas announces patting the small on Y/N’s back and getting up from the ground. She follows his instructions, following each of his footsteps as they climb down further away from the guards and down another dune. She watches as her friend runs further ahead, following Teresa ‘Hey Teresa! We need to stick together’ Thomas yells to the girl but she keeps her pace strong as she sprints down the sand. As the sand whips up into their faces, cutting like razor blades on their freshly cleaned faces. Teresa spots what looks to be an abandoned mall or warehouse. Watching as her friend climbs in she follows in suit, leaving the boys to worry as they follow behind them. ‘Get down here!’ Y/N shouts as she looks around with her friend. ‘Where the hell are we?’ Minho asks, grabbing a torch he found on the ground and looks around the rubble and dirt that surrounds their bodies. ‘No, Thomas. Stop!’ Teresa says, stopping the group. ‘Tell me what's going on,’ she mumbles. Causing Y/N to stop in her tracks and look up to the boy with frantic looking hazel eyes. He walks slowly up to the girl, whispering ‘It’s WCKD. It’s WCKD they lied to us, we never escaped’ he claims and looks around at the group, eyes landing on Y/N as he subconsciously checks her to see if she's okay. ‘Aris and I found bodies. Too many to count’ Thomas explains. Y/N’s eyes go wide, ‘What do you mean, Thomas? Like, dead bodies?’ she asks him calmly, hoping to not scare anyone and walks closer to Thomas. ‘No, but they weren’t alive either. They were strung up, tubes coming out of them. They were being drained. There’s something inside of us that WCKD wants. Something in our blood or DNA. That’s why we need to get as far away from them as possible.’ he tells the group. We all look at him with shocked faces, glancing back at each other but Y/N’s gaze never leaves Thomas’s. Trying to recuperate what had happened and understand what they need to do. The rest of what the group talked about went through her ears, talking about where to go next. She was just in a state of slight panic over what could've happened to her, to Thomas, if they stayed. ‘The Right Arm, if they are really against WCKD maybe they can help us’ Thomas claimed. Looking back at the girl, hoping that she would believe in him and follow in his steps. She nodded, slowly, watching as Newt doubted him. ‘People, in the mountains. Mountain people. That’s your plan?’ Newt asked him. ‘It’s the only chance we have’ he whispered, looking back at Y/N the entire time. Causing her to nod at him.

‘Hey guys! Check this out’ Winston called over the group. Strings of wires and coils of copper laid on the ground, leading to the ceilings. Flashing Minho’s light towards it. ‘Someone’s been down here. And they have electricity,’ he exclaimed. The group looked around, looking to see any signs of life or movement. ‘Let's see what they have. Maybe we could use some of what's left,’ Thomas nodded to the group as they sectioned off, looking for supplies, food, clothes, really anything that could help them as they searched for safety. Y/N nodded towards Thomas as herself and the boy wandered off down the halls of old and used items. Water barrels, torches, everything that they could need leaning carefully untouched on cabinets. ‘Looks like people lived here’ Y/N explains to him, watching as Thomas almost relaxed at the sight of necessities. Thomas smiled lightly and nodded towards her. She leaned down grabbing a jacket off the floor, dusting the sand off its fabric and placing it on her body, flicking her hair over the fabric and adjusting it. Looking back at Thomas to see him watching her as he grabbed a torch off the ground, flicking it on. ‘Do you believe me?’ he muttered beside her, causing her to turn back towards him. ‘Do you trust in me that that place wasn’t safe?’ he asks her, slowly creeping closer. ‘Yes Thomas, I do. You got us out of there, some of those boys had been there for years. But your instincts are what got us out. And got us out again today’ she whispered back to him. Trying to reassure him as she got onto the ground and reached for what looks to be a thermos of some kind. Opening it to see if there was any water inside. ‘Good’ he whispered subtly before going on a search for items himself. ‘You give us hope Thomas, despite everything. Don’t doubt yourself’ she whispered back to him, smiling slightly to reassure him. Y/N looked to the side, seeing a pair of brown hiking boots. Anything would be better for her feet than the white shoes WCKD had given to them all. She slowly took off her own shoes and tried slipping her feet into the others. Feeling like they would fit well, she started doing the same for her other foot. Thomas walked over to her, bending down to one of the shoes placed on her feet and started tying it up for her, holding her calf in place. Shivers were sent up Y/N’s spine as she watched Thomas so graciously tie up her shoes, watching his long fingers tie a double knot for her. ‘Perfect fit’ he told her as he stood back up, standing as close as he did when he flung himself under the closing doors earlier. She smiled slightly, thanking the darkness of the warehouse they were in for hiding the very evident blush on her cheeks. Thomas looks at her, looking back down to her lips before noticing some sand scratching her soft face. Before he could stop himself, he used his hand to drag some of the sand away from her cheek. ‘You got some sand’ he whispered to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel the energy surrounding the girl pulling him to come closer to her,  wanting to hold her and kiss her lips. But he didn’t know what was right anymore, what he was supposed to do. ‘Thomas, I never did thank you. For everything you have done for all of us’ she stated. Slowly wanting to be closer to him. ‘You saved us. All of us. You saved me, even when you didn’t have to’ she told the boy, staring as deeply as she could into his eyes. ‘You gave us all a chance, and I know we will follow you until the end. At least, I will,’ she whispered. Thomas smiled at her words, hitting every broken piece of himself and pushing his anxieties and nervousness away from him. ‘I need you to stay with me, until the end’ he claims. Before feeling himself leaning in and capturing her lips in a short but sweet kiss. Y/N didn’t have time to respond to this, in too much shock from the moment and everything else that had happened that day. Looking back into his eyes she carefully grabbed his cheek in her soft hand and brought his face back down to her level, capturing him in a deep kiss. Pouring every feeling that she was feeling into it. Feeling his hand carefully wrap its way around her waist she relaxed, holding herself as close to him as possible. After a few moments, he pulled away, cradling himself to her as he began to talk ‘Y/N I -” before he could finish his worshipping of the girl, suddenly all of the lights surrounding them had turned on, causing them to panic and rip away from each other. Startled and looking around, Thomas grabbed her hand close to him as he looked at his surroundings. Hearing a ruckus from outside of where they were standing they heard Minho shouting ‘Hey!! RUN!’. Thomas and Y/N sprinted out to see the others watching Minho and Newt being chased by people. But not human people. Thomas’s eyes went wide as he started to sprint, holding Y/N’s hand as close to himself as possible, now was just not the right time to show Y/N how much he meant to her..

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