Her (Newt fan fiction/The Kill Order sequel)

Chapter 9 - Stars

After his talk with Thomas at dinner, Newt went to look for Marly. After ten minutes of searching, he found her sitting on a log. He plonked his butt down next to her - right in a pile of mud.

She found it hilarious, watching as Newt struggled to wipe his ass on the moss and grass growing nearby.

"Smooth, shuck face!"

She giggled, but Newt didn't. He didn't remeber using glader terminology around her... people rarely did anymore. It was like a reminder of the maze.

He was about to confront her when he stopped himself. He needed to trust her! So he sat down again, but before he could enlighten her on his feelings she spoke again.

"You're British aren't you? I can't believe I never noticed! So was my mum..."

She trailed off, and Newt's heart sank.

"Was?.."

"Yeah. She... she died just after the sun flares struck. Doesn't hurt anymore; and I guess if she'd lived, well it probably wouldn't have been worth it. I'm lucky."

She smiled sadly, looking Newt in the eyes.

"And so are you. You were in the maze for the worst of it, and though it probably didn't, and doesn't, seem that way you were way safer in there."

He understood what she meant. No cranks trying to eat them.

Trying to comfort her in some way, Newt changed the subject.

"But anyway, yeah I'm British - or so my accent says. I mean, I can't remember shuck all about anything before the maze."

Nice one, he thought. Change the subject to one equally as harrowing.

Like Newt, Marly didn't seem into all that touchy-feely, PDA crap. So it suprised him when she got up, and pulling him with her, lay down on the soft grassy ground. She reached for Newt's hand, and with her other, starting pointing to the sky, naming and telling Newt the stories of all the constellations she new. It was dark by the time she'd finished, ending on one Marly knew as 'The Hunter'.

Newt looked at her in the darkness. She wore a distant expression on her face, and he squezeed her hand.

"That was cool. No-ones ever showed me the stars before."

"I'm glad. You're a good listener."

"Where'd you learn all that?"

"My mum... we used to look every night when it was clear enough. Before all the, y'know. It was great,"

She replied, smiling at him again.

Newt didn't hesitate this time. He reached up, brushing her long hair out the way, and kissed her.