Love Me Till The Limit - Newt x Reader x Thomas

13

"And you're 100% sure this device will open the griever hole you guys found." Ably questions for the millionth time whilst holding up a glowing item that Thomas claimed to have found in the dead grievers flesh.

"Yes." Thomas impatiently answers, I guess he was getting irritated with Ably needing constant reassurance. Both of us shared a glance and due to the way were we caught off guard we weren't expecting the other to be looking also. I guess the secret glimpses we took of each other weren't so secret anymore. The glade was losing light outside, the meeting was taking way longer than necessary and all hope at leaving this forsaken place tonight was fading.

"Does this mean we finally have a way out?" Someone from inside the crowd yells, followed shortly by everyone else asking the same question. Unfortunately Ably wasn't able to give the people their answer because my sister bursts through the door with an alarmed look on her face.

"The doors aren't closing." Her breathing was hard and for a split second I thought this was one of her unfunny pranks but when I, along with everyone else, stepped outside we were all met with the same frightening sight, my sister wasn't lying. Panic didn't take long at all to spread, within a mere minute there wasn't a person in sight whom wasn't freaking out. There was little to nothing I could do but the one thing I was cable of taking care of was keeping Cora safe, clutching onto her hand I knew she was scared.

Everything was moving so fast, my mind went foggy and my body felt unreal. It seemed I was in a dream like state until someone from in front of my began shaking my shoulders back and forth. My once blurry vision clear only for me to see Thomas inches away from my face.

"Y/n are you okay?" I nodded my head up and down even though that was the truthful answer considering I found it impossible to form a simple word. By the glossed over look in my eyes he could tell I wasn't all there, Cora was yelling for me to get it together but she sounded so far away. I had never experienced a panic attack prior to now but knew that's what was happening. I was barely able to pick up on a faint grievers scream but by the worried expression on Thomas's face it was closer than I had heard. Wasting no time whatsoever he swiftly sweeps me up into his arms, grabbing my sisters hand and sprinting to the nearest hut. In any other situation I would have most likely obsessed over the fact he was carrying me like a groom does with his bride but considering the circumstances I payed no attention to it.

Just when we were about to enter a shack three of the surrounding walls started to shake followed by unknown doors opening. It was eerily silent and for a moment I thought this was just some big elaborate scheme but movement from the shadows in the maze told me how wrong I was. Time appeared to be a made-up artifact in the few moments that came after the complete chaos the broke out. The people were moving in slow motion while the Grievers were being sped up, right then and there was when I finally came to my senses.

"We need to run, now!" I demand as I just out of Thomas's arms. Yet again I took my sisters hand but this time was different because I also took Thomas's.

"I'm never letting go even if it kills me." He vulnerably admits, adrenaline was rushing through both of our veins making us do or say in the moment things. Maybe it was the thought one or even both of us was going to die or maybe the immense amount of uncertainty there was about our future but if I was ever go to do it now was the time. I quickly push myself forward, connecting my lips to his. It was fast but he had time to react, to pull away but surprisingly returned this sudden action. I desired to cherish, lean into the kiss deeper and by the way his lips moved against mine I could tell he felt the same. I didn't want to pull away but needed to, our lives somewhat depended on it. My priority was keeping us alive at least through the night which meant pushing the kiss out of my mind for now, if we survived that's when I could reflect on it.

All three of us took off into the trees, hoping it would be harder for the grievers that were much bigger than us to guide through. Unfortunately that wasn't in the cards because only yards away from us someone whom I had never seen before had gotten taken out by one. The sight was enough to make me nauseous, on the verge of throwing up but for the sake on Thomas and Cora I kept pushing because the last thing I needed was to slow them down. Thomas sped up, taking the lead, by the spontaneous change in direction he had a specific destination in mind. We at last come up to a smaller shack I had never come by until now. Thomas practically pushes us in, closing the door quietly behind. Apparently everyone had the same idea as Thomas because there were at least 15 other people here, most of them I didn't recognize but when my eyes fell upon Newt I rushed over to hug him beyond joyful that everyone I cared about was alive.

I could feel Thomas burning holes into the back of my head, probably wondering why the hell I was getting cozy with Newt after kissing him but now wasn't the time to get jealous, we needed to appreciate most of us making it this far.

"You don't know how relieved I am to see you." I mumble into the nape Newts neck, him gently stroking my hair in response. After my brief reunion with him I tiptoe back to where Cora and Thomas were standing, I first check to make sure she didn't get any serious cuts of injuries than move onto Thomas doing the same thing. He had a small cut on his cheek, slight bead-lets of blood leaking out of it. I go to wipe it off with my thumb but he jerks his head back before I'm able to do so.

"Whats your problem?" I quietly hiss.

"You appeared to be quite friendly over there with Newt." I understand how it looked and why he was upset but now wasn't really the time to be doing this.  And to be fair we weren't necessarily an item, neither him or I had revealed what we felt about each other. 

"Thomas, you might not have noticed but our lives are at risk and that's kinda an after surviving a griever attack kind of conversation." He didn't get the chance to respond because everything escalated very quickly. In a spilt second the roof collapsed, it took everyone a moment to grasp what was happening but once we all saw the griever hand waving around above us we were terrified at what was going to happen next. Everyone was silent, my sister appeared to be on the verge of crying or screaming so just in case I clasped my hand over her mouth. If we were quite enough the griever might get bored and go away, but unfortunately that wasn't the case.

I caught sight of Ably whom was attempting to move everyone away from the middle of the hut but in the mist of it all he disregarded the worry for his own safety and before I could even scream at him to duck down or move the arm snatched him from above. No one hesitated to try and save him but it was useless, the one person who was able to grab ahold of him actually grabbed his shoe and it fell off, Ably was gone in a flash. We all exchanged glances, wondering what was next. Not much time had passed until a griever screeched much louder than the other time and by the pounding footsteps that sounded to be running into the maze that was their signal to stop todays tormenting. 

Taking Cora's hand I quietly tiptoe outside, making sure there weren't any stragglers left behind. Looking around I was quickly met with pure destruction, most of the huts were smashed in and some even still smoking from a fire of some sort. The garden was clearly destroyed, all and any of our crops were crushed down into the form of a large griever print. 

"Whats going to happen Y/n?" Cora questions, her voice wavering as if she was on the verge of crying.

"I wish I had the answer." I really did. From behind me I'm able to pick up on two specific pairs of footsteps, one belonging to Newt and the other Thomas. Maybe I was around them too often if I'm able to recognize how their footsteps sound. The tension that Thomas had towards Newt had vanished, things were put into perspective for him and I guess being mad at Newt wasn't going to change anything. They both stood on either side of me, all of us silently agreeing our lives were about to change and we didn't know if it was for the better or worse. Sad cheers erupted as the doors finally shut, and from across the glade Gally was already on his way over to make our lives a living hell.