𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝟖 || 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲!

"This shank needs to be punished!" Gally said for the third time that council meeting.

"Gally, if it wasn't for Thomas, he, Minho and Alby would all be shucking dead!" you protested, waving an arm haphazardly in Thomas's direction to prove your point.

"But it's against the rules-" he whined like a five-year-old, even balling his hands into fists and giving them a little shake.

"Gally, did you really want to lose our leader, the only Runner left besides Y/N, no offence, beautiful-" Newt squeezed your hand briefly. "-because of your obsession with the rules? That's bloody stupid."

"It's true," Minho agreed, huffing a sarcastic laugh. "I ran like a coward. And that shuckface stayed back and helped Alby. I ran. And Thomas was the one who thought of trapping that Griever in the walls."

"Oh my God, first with Y/N, now with Thomas: you guys are favouring the Greenies and letting them break rules left, right and centre!" the derision in his voice was evident. "What happened to order?"

"I didn't break a single rule!" you protested.

"But you were going to, weren't you?" Gally snorted. "You were going to run into that Maze!"

"But she didn't!" Newt threw his hands up in the air, exasperated. "And why does it matter what she might've done? Because she didn't do it! So, please, stay on topic, Gally!"

You looked around the council hall. A few people like Minho, Thomas, Fry and Chuck seemed to be firmly on your side. Sadly, more seemed to be on Gally's side, and others like Winston and Jeff seemed to be a little on the fence.

"All right, all right," Gally held up his hands. "Fine. Thomas should be banished."

"That's such shit, Gally!" you yelled, trying to lurch at him, but Newt quickly snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to him and kissing your temple gently.

Thomas looked helpless, but accepting. Like he thought it was fair to be banished for trying to save two of the most important people in the Glade society.

"Y/N, beautiful, please, calm down," Newt squeezed you tight. "You're both right, okay? Y/N, you're correct: Thomas shouldn't be banished. He may have done the wrong thing, but there were no long-lasting consequences. But Gally, you're also right: Tommy does need to be punished."

Gally smirked, Thomas hung his head, you felt tears rise in your eyes and Minho twisted his hands nervously.

"One night in the Slammer with no food," Newt finished.

"What?!" Gally howled.

"Don't you argue, alright?" Newt raised a single finger at the red-faced boy. "Have you perhaps thought that I'm now having to make this terribly difficult decisions? Did you really think that it was easy being second-in-command? So right now, I need all of you to stop arguing with each other, alright?"

Gally shook his head, storming out. You were about to go and get him, jumping up to follow Fry, when a loud klaxon blared in your ears.

"Greenie alarm!" you yelled, standing up at the same time as Newt, and everyone raced to the Box as it arrived. The shock in any of your expressions was clearly evident.

Gally threw back the lids and you and Newt jumped down.

"What do you guys see?" someone called down.

You and Newt couldn't even respond. You were staring at the raven-haired girl who currently lay unconscious in a corner of the Box.

"It's a girl," Newt said, mystified. "This is the second one in, like, a month."

"And there's no supplies," you said, kneeling next to the girl and shaking her gently. "Shit, I think she's dead."

"Wait! There's something in her hand," someone called. You bent to retrieve it, and unfurled it with Newt resting his head on his shoulder so he could see it.

"She's the last one ... ever," you read in unison.

"What the hell does that mean?" Newt scoffed. You poked the girl, and she started awake, heaving in deep gulps of air. She looked up at everyone peering into the Box ... one person in particular.

"Thomas!" she gasped. Then she fell backwards, her breathing steadying.

"Still think I'm overreacting?" Gally snarked, beginning to walk away. "Something's wrong with Thomas."

Clint and Jeff came bearing a stretcher and carried the girl back to the Med-Jacks' hut.

"Did you know her?" you asked Thomas.

"... no," he said unconvincingly after several seconds.

You shared a glance with Newt that said 'he's lying to us, the little shuckface'. "Well, okay."

- - -

"Is she in some shucking coma?" you said, in probably a terrible bedside manner but you couldn't be shucked to be polite when there were so many questions and potential repercussions for you to consider.

"Look, all we know is she won't wake up," Jeff said calmly. "We don't know what's up with her. But she keeps saying the same word, over and over."

"Which is?" Newt broke in.

The girl turned in her sleep, and whispered, "Thomas."

"Thomas," Jeff repeated. "So she definitely knows him."

"But I don't know her," Thomas said again, even more unconvincingly.

"Well, look, we gotta do something productive," you moaned.

Thomas began to stride away. "Done."

"Where do you think you're going?" Newt arched an eyebrow.

"Back into the Maze," Thomas called over his shoulder.

You, Newt and Minho all shared a look, and you and Minho ran from the Medjacks.

"Tommy, don't go in there alone, that's shucking stupid," you said.

"Well ... it seems like after Ben and Alby, no one wants to go in the Maze, so who'll go with me?" he argued.

"He's so mothershucking stupid," you said to Minho, who nodded in agreement.

"First off, shank," Minho started. You didn't know whether to grin or groan with the knowledge he was probably going to start sassing Thomas's head off. "I'm Keeper of the Runners. Unless I'm injured or dead, you have to go in with me. Second, Y/N and I have been running this Maze every day as long as we've each been here, so why would we just out and ditch?"

"And third," you put in. "You're gonna get yourself killed if you go in alone." You pause for a second, and then add. "And there's a dead Griever. I wanna investigate."

Thomas blinked. "Wow. Okay."

"Give me like five minutes and then Minho and I will go with you," you said. "Oh, and if you even think about leaving without us I will personally feed you to the Grievers and also lock you in the Slammer with a food-deprived Gally."

You turned and began to run back to the Homestead for supplies. Minho and Thomas looked at each other.

"Newt's lucky, eh?" Thomas laughed a little.

Minho shoved him lightly. "He is. But she's his girl and my best friend, so back off!"

The boys laughed as they ran after you.

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