Tired of Running

80|| alone again

// all i've got left
are the words
that you said \\

          She was laughing a bit too loudly.
Newt shushed her, trying to keep himself from laughing.  "You're gonna get us in trouble!"  He held his hand over her mouth, only making her laugh harder, "Would you bloody shut up, someone will catch us!" Harper pushed his hand off her, talking softly, "Oooh, you'd better hope it's not my brother!" She laughed, shaking her head. Newt raised his eyebrows, "You'd like that wouldn't you! You like the thrill of us sneaking around!" Harper snorted, "Maybe I'm a rebel." Newt hummed, "I'm quite positive you are, madame." Harper smirked, grinning as she closed the gap between them. Newt wrapped his arms around her waist securely, making sure she couldn't escape. "It's a supply room, Newton. Where am I gonna go?" Newt grinned, "Hopefully not away from me." Harper hummed, "I could never." She kissed him again, pushing herself against him comfortably. Newt held her close as they had a rare moment alone. There was no telling when it would be their turn to be dropped into the Maze... They had to cherish these moments together before they forgot it all... Thomas wouldn't be likely to burst in on them; too busy building the hell they would soon end up in.

Minutes turned into an hour, as Newt just held Harper against him. His forehead rested against her's, resting his hands on her waist. "I don't want things to change..." Newt sighed and kissed her forehead, "I know, love," he frowned. There wasn't anything to say. He couldn't lie when he didn't know what would happen. They would be together. But they wouldn't even remember each other... 

"Hey,"  Newt tilted her chin up, smiling, "We have each other now."  He hummed, shifting slightly, "Can't we enjoy that?"
Harper smiled back, "I dunno, that depends on if we ever get caught."  
Newt laughed, "You're a bad influence on me." 
Harper shrugged, "Yeah, and yet..." 
Her smile was contagious, "And yet..." 
Newt kissed her again.

     The air was cold and damp,  Newt shifted, groggy.  Wishing he could disappear into one of his dreams or memories.  He tightened his grip on the gun.  There was a very distant motor.  Newt stood to his feet, inhaling a shaky breath.  His head hurt, causing his vision to blur slightly.  He rubbed his face before standing to his feet.  The vehicle was definitely getting closer; but humans he could deal with.  And he preferred them to cranks.  Newt hoped to God it was W.I.C.K.E.D, but he wasn't sure if he would let them take him to her, or kill the soldiers as soon as he saw them.  Newt perched himself on a pile of collapsed cement from the tunnel.  He knew if he went in deeper he would run into cranks, but as he sat just inside the entrance to the tunnel, he could see anything approaching. 

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     Jorge slammed on the breaks, reading the sign ahead of them. "What the shuck is a checkpoint?"  Thomas leaned forward, "We have to go through."  Jorge started laughing, "You must really have lost it! A place like that will be crawling with cranks!  And they'll be completely past the gone!"  Thomas nodded, "Yeah, but I can guarantee that's where he went."  "I think you may be right..." Frypan had an amused smirk as he nodded towards the entrance of the tunnel.  Thomas started laughing, as Newt raised his hands up in exasperation, holstering his gun.  "Bloody hell..."  He walked up to the truck, sighing, "What are you shuckfaces doing!"  Jorge slid out of the car, "What are we doing! What do you think you're doing coming out here alone!" Jorge shook his head, "You're insane!"  Newt lowered his gaze; he knew deep down he wouldn't have made it.  Thomas didn't say anything, but squeezed Newt's shoulder, "It's good to see you.  I'm sorry—"  Newt nodded once, sighing, "Save it...  Let's go."