Him (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 9: Right

After helping an unconscious Thomas to the medical hut, or from what I've recently learned, the Med-Jack Hut, the rest of us decided to scatter and find time for ourselves.

Gally and his minions haven't been seen since the incident, but I think most of us could care less about them right now. We all need a break from everything, it was an eventful night.

I decided to sit atop the Glade tower, replaying what happened to the griever in my head. I still can't figure out whose voice that was, or how she knew what that word would do. All I know is that it can't go well with Gally and his accusations against the three of us.

"Mind if I come up?" A familiar British accent calls from below. I look down from the tower to see Newt staring up at me. "I don't see why not." I say back to him.

A couple of minutes go by before Newt pops open the tower's hatch and climbs through, giving me a warm smile as he sits down next to me. "How are you doing?" He asks, "Alright, I guess." I say back, keeping my head forward.

We sit in silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company. As crazy as it sounds, I feel safe with him. I haven't known Newt for long but I find myself relaxing whenever he's around. I wonder if he has that affect on other people too, or if it's just me. Either way, I'm glad he decided to come sit with me. Even if it's– I let out a sigh at my own thoughts. Even if it's because he thinks I worked for Wicked.

"Why did you come up here?" I ask in a monotone voice. I look at him when he doesn't answer. "You think I worked for them, don't you?" His eyes suddenly widen, "What? No. Y/n, whatever Gally said has no meaning to me. I just wanted to make sure that you were alright after everything."

My heart flutters at his words, signaling the butterflies in my stomach to flutter as well. I want to be honest with him, I want to tell him everything. He cares so much, about everyone, about me. From what I've seen, I know that I can trust him with anything. He's loyal.

"Newt, I have something to tell you." I can see the concern in his face as he waits for me to continue. "I don't know how you'll see me from now on, but I need to get this off my chest, and I want you to know what happened." He gives a small nod, letting me know that it's okay.

"Last night, when that griever was on top of me, I heard a voice. It wasn't anyone I knew, I still don't know whose voice it was, but it was in my head. It wasn't a thought. It's like this voice–she–was in my head.

"She kept repeating this word in a language I didn't know, and then she told me what it meant, or what it could do. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. Before I knew it, that stinger came flying down at me, and I felt like I didn't have a choice. I said that word and hoped for the best."

I pause and look away, remembering the moment all too well. "Newt, she saved me. Whoever that woman was, even if she's a part of Wicked, she saved me. And why else would Wicked try to save me?"

Once again, he doesn't speak. He looks over the Glade and shifts his leg to put his arm atop his knee, seeming to ponder on my secret. I wonder if he can hear my racing heart. Eventually, he looks back to me, licking his lips before speaking.

"Anything is possible, Y/n. I want you to keep that in mind." He begins, "Like you said before, to Gally, we are all on the same team. It doesn't matter who you were before the Glade, although I bet that version of you is still bloody amazing," I can't help but blush, "It matters who you are now and the choices you make now. Whether or not you worked for Wicked, you have proven that you are more than dedicated to helping us get out of here. You don't wanna be here and neither do the rest of us. That is more than enough to know that you are on our side, and that you're not, or are no longer, a part of Wicked."

I smile and face away for a moment, finding myself getting teary-eyed. I knew I would be okay telling Newt about the voice, but I never expected him to be so heartfelt and open and about something that is tearing the Glade apart. He really is a good leader.

I wipe my eyes and turn back to him, "Thank you." I say with a smile. "You're welcome, Y/n." He says softly, "You know I'll always be here for you–and for everyone, as well."

For a short moment, we sit here, staring into each other's eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks, emphasizing his accent on the "you". "Of course." I say. He licks his lips again and glances away, seeming to wonder how to start.

"Do you think we knew each other? Before we were put here."

I open my mouth to speak but quickly find that I don't even know how to start. What if I did know Newt before the Glade? It would make sense, wouldn't it? Unless our connection is pure trauma-bond, but what if it's not?

The way his presence calms me down, the butterflies in my stomach, how I knew he liked back scratches, the hand-holding, our hug that night he walked me to my hammock, and our overall comfortability with each other. How long have I really known Newt?

"I think we could've."

A small smile appears on his face, "I know it sounds silly. No one here remembers their life before the Glade. But you–you, Y/n. You're the only person that makes me wonder if we knew each other. We met just a few days ago and yet, it's like you've been here the whole time, right by my side."

I take a breath, "I don't think it's silly, Newt. I believe the chances of us knowing each other before the Glade are higher than we think, and even if we didn't, our connection to each other just feels so–"

"Right." He finishes for me.

My mouth falls agape, a smile beginning to grow, "Yeah. It feels right."

We silently bask in the color of each other's eyes, soft smiles on each of our lips. It seems like the acknowledgement of our mutual connection has only brought us closer. No surprise there, to be honest, but I'm glad we can admit that there's something between us. Something we don't know but are willing to explore again.

From below the tower, the sound of yelling and shouting begins to fill the air. Making the both of us stand up and survey the Glade for the source.

"Where is that coming from?" I ask, "I think it's coming from the Council Hall." We both rush down the tower and make our way to the Hall, the screaming and yelling becoming much more evident with each step we take.

We rush inside the broken building to see Gally and Minho screaming at the top of their lungs to each other, the rest of the boys arguing as well. I honestly think it's funny that they still use this place after the grievers destroyed it. I quickly glance around and become relieved to not find Thomas, Teresa, nor Chuck. I'd rather them not be here in the middle of this.

"Stay back." Newt whispers to me before stepping forward. "What the bloody hell is going on in here?!" He stops everyone mid-shout. "This shank!" Minho says while raising his arm to Gally, "Is trying to take over!"

"Take over?" Newt questions while crossing his arms. "Yeah, what else do you expect me to do?" Gally defends himself, "Thomas arrives and he starts breaking all the rules, starts to cause havoc anywhere he goes! Next, Y/n and Teresa just add onto it and everything really starts to go downhill. Have you even looked around, Newt? Our Glade is destroyed! Half the people we know are dead!" Gally stops himself and takes a quick breath, seeming to collect his thoughts before losing control.

"I'm tired of losing people, Newt." He admits, "I'm tired of everyone losing their lives to the maze and those damn grievers. We don't belong out there, Newt. Out there is where the danger is. Out there is where everyone dies. We belong in here, in the Glade."

"No, we don't." I intervene without even thinking, "You have been trapped here for a lot longer than I have, but I know that this is not your home. Whatever is beyond that maze is where we belong, our homes are out there Gally, not here." I pause, "Please."

Gally looks to the ground, contemplating his thoughts and giving me hope that maybe he's changing sides, maybe he understands and finally wants to leave. "I'm sorry, Y/n." I should've known better, "I really am, but you've left me no choice."

My body freezes at Gally's words as I hear the door open from behind me, it's too late. A sudden, hard object strikes the back of my head and I fall to the floor, succumbing to the overwhelming pain and excruciating headache. I can't help but close my eyes, drifting away from the Glade.