Finding Lost Love | newt x reader tmr fanfiction

2. memories

*Y/N'S POV*

We had been flying around for what seemed like days. What would happen if we found him? What would I say? What would happen between Thomas and I? Those questions kept filling my mind, all just reworded each time. "How much further Fry?".

"Not much...probably another ten minutes".

I look over at Thomas who was in complete and utter silence. I ask him if he is ok but no response. We finally arrive at the place we last saw Newt. The memories and trauma came rushing back to me.

"NO! YOU'RE NOT DEAD! YOU'RE NOT DEAD!".

"DON'T LEAVE ME! NOT NOW!".

"STOP! GET OFF ME! I CAN'T LEAVE HIM!".

My screams and crying echoed in my head. We walk over to the station, where his body laid. "where is he?". I look around, seeing a trail of black blood in the distance. I follow the trail hoping I'd see him. Screeching was heard in front of me. CRANKS! It charges at me only to stop inches away from my face. "you're part of the cure". He looks at me, circling around me as he's examining me.

"you wouldn't happen to see a blonde crank around here would you?".

"you don't mean the string-bean one with a funny accent?".

"that's the one!". He points over to a rusted down shed and looks back at me. "he's probably still sulking in there".

I fix up my bag on my shoulders and head toward the shed with the crank. As I get to the door, I hear sobs. The cranks knocks on the door as it creaks open the slightly bit. "hey kid, you gotta visitor". He walks off leaving alone outside the door. "Thanks". I softly say to the man.

"Y/N? Is that you?". I push the door open, revealing myself to him. There he was in the corner of the room, brushing away his tears. My eyes fill with water, staining my cheeks. He picks himself up and cautiously walks over to me. A few of the black veins were gone from his face, his pupils weren't so dark and murderous. "Newt!". I run into his arms and hood him tight. I missed this. I missed the love of my life. His arms slowly wrap around my waist, his head buried in my hair. He softly whispers into my ears, making it tickle a bit. "I told I would see you again soon love". My tears made puddles on his shirt. Before I knew it, the others rushed in, causing us to pull apart.

"oh my god! Newt!". Minho runs into his arms, followed by Frypan and Gally. Thomas and Brenda still standing in the doorway. Thomas expression looked annoyed but also upset. I walk over to him and hold on his hand. "hey are you ok?". He looks down at me and kisses my forehead, pulling me into a loose hug.

*NEWT'S POV*

I watch as Tommy pulls Y/N into a hug. Minho and Gally turn around and watch as well. "When the bloody hell did that happen?". I say to the two boys quietly so the other would hear us. "about the third weeks of being in the safe haven".

"So about three and a bit months ago, but they aren't a thing tho. Basically just friends with benefits". Minho added in. The blood in my body boiled. I get it. They thought I was dead, but they could've had a little decency to respect me a bit. "Thomas, Y/N. Take a bit of blood from me to give to Newt". Minho says to them. Thomas let's go of her as she reaches into her bag to grab out a syringe and a small tube. "Take a bit from my arm and drain it into the tube Gally", She stops and looks over at me before continuing to speaks. "Do the same with Thomas and Minho". He proceeds to do so, taking a bit of blood from each, wiping the needle after each person. Y/N stirred it with the needle of the syringe and pulls it up. "Try not to flinch".

She injects it into a vein in my arm, causing it to sting a bit. I look up at her and give her a soft smile, she gives one in return. "Guys i'm gonna take with him alone ok?". They all walk out and wait outside the shed. Thomas stands by the door and gives us a look. "I'll be fine. He won't hurt me obviously". He walks out and shuts the door behind him. She sits down on the old chair beside me and cups my face.

⚠️TW: MENTIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS⚠️

*Y/N'S POV*

"So...you and Tommy huh?". I roll my eyes at him playfully. I slowly shake my head and continue cupping his face while trying to hold in my laughter. "No! That's just...a distraction".

"A distraction from what love?".

"My broken heart. About a week after you died, I got incredibly depressed. I wouldn't leave my room, or eat, or sleep. Thomas was there for me". Sadness filled his eyes. He kisses my hands and pulls me close to his chest. "I am never leaving you again! I love you".

Those three words make me weak in the knees every time. My ached for him while we thought he was dead. "Come on, we should get back to the safe haven". We walk out and see everyone stare at us, i was confused. I look down to where everyone else was staring. I didn't realise we were holding hands. He grips onto my hand tighter as we make our back to the aircraft.

As we pass the station Newt stops in his path. He walks over to the dried puddle of black blood on the floor. His blood. "Hey..". I place a hand on his cheek.

"That's in the past now".

"It's still my blood Y/N".

"Yea I know. Let's just go".