Newt x Y/n - Maze Runner

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My palm pressed against the thick door to the homestead and it creaked open. Inside where two people. One was Alby, he was sitting  by with his arms crossed looking down at the other glader in front of him. That was Gally, he had the usual grim expression on his face as he spoke to Alby.

I coughed, drawing the attention to me once I entered. Once I did, both the keepers faces softened and both their bodies relaxed.

Walking next to him, Gally smiled and patted my shoulder.

"How you doing, shank?" His tone was low and soft.

I nodded and looked up at him, "Good. Arms a bit soar but what can you do."

I shrugged and lowered my head as Gally wrapped one arm around my body, tugging me into his side as he hugged me closely.

"Thank you, Alby." He nodded to the boy in front of us before walking out, his fingertips grazing my arm as he walk out of homestead.

Just as the door closed, my attention turned to Alby. He was sat on a log with his elbows pressing into his knees, picking at his nails with the other hand.

"Y/n, sit. I want you to finish telling me what you were earlier." His voice was flat but cautious. He knew something was up and he needed to know what.

I followed his instructions and sat down on the edge of a small wooden stump, cracking my knuckles once I was seated.

Alby smiled at me and nodded his head. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands, "Since the griever bit me... when I go to sleep I've been having...dreams." My voice was quiet and shaky.

Alby shifted and moved forwards, scanning my face, "Dreams?"

"Well... there less like dreams and more like..." I took a deep breath and chose my words carefully, "...memories. But there things I don't remember."

I watched as Albys eyes squinted, his lips thinning as his head twisted to the side, "What happens in them?"

I took a breath, the memories flooding through me once again, "There all different... the first one seemed like a fake nightmare. The maze scratched our names but everyone was dead, Minho was yelling for me but he... h-he died. Then there was a griever, it ran towards me and only stopped once it had... s-stung me."

Alby's eyes squinted and his arm moved towards me, landing on my knee, he started to draw circles with his thumb in an attempt to calm me.

"The second one was..." I stopped, trying to remember the scene, "I was in a weird room, it was all white and tiled with plain cupboards and bloodied tools."

"Tools?"

"Like surgical tools." I answered his question and continued, "I-I was tied down onto a table, my arms and legs bound. There was a strange lady whispering something in my ear..."

I paused, my eyes brows furrowing, "I- can't remember what."

"Don't worry... keep growing." Alby studied me further, sitting back on the log as he crossed his arms.

I nodded and did as he said, "She brought another girl in, Teresa... she looked around our age but she had a needle with liquid in it and she just... injected it into me and... that was it."

I watched as Alby started to think. His leg bouncing against the muddied floor as he thought, "Have you had any other dreams, memories, whatever they are?"

I shook my head.

He sighed and nodded at me, glancing to the floor again before he spoke, "Well... I don't think there is much we can do but... if any others happen, come talk to me." 

We both shared and smile and I stood up, pressing my palms to my thighs, feeling the warm fabric of my jeans rub against my skin. 

"Thanks, Alby." 

Pressing my hand to the door, it swung open, scraping against the dirt outside as I pushed. Alby sent me another smile and I left. The sun beamed down on my face, warming my skin as I squinted, using my hand to cover my eyes. 

I glanced around the glade, seeing as the slicers busied themselves with animals behind the blood house and the builders worked on a new hut beside the hammocks. Finally, my eyes settled on the track-hoes where Newt was helping Zart with the gardening. A smile filled my face. Walking towards the gardens as the sun shone against his fluffy hair making the space around him glow. 

I walked towards him, watching the uneven ground below my feet as my boots dug into the soft mud. 

"Hello, love. What did Alby need?" Newt's voice rung through the air as I entered the gardens.

Looking back up at him, I noticed the way he lent against the wood of the tree beside him, his body resting against the bark as he smirked at me, the red marks across his palms forming the shape of the tools he had been using during the day. 

I smiled and waddled over towards him, the feeling of his arms gently wrapping around my body causing me to blush, "Not much just wanting my opinion on somethings." I nodded into his chest, the sound of his soft heartbeat drumming into my ears with a calm repeated rhythm. 

"Well, the doors are closing in an hour and Thomas and Minho are back soon so you can go and harass them about missing out." Newt giggled, making my head bounce slightly as his chest moved up and down. 

I looked up at him, feeling his arms tighten around my waist, squeezing me into him further, "Thanks Newtie."

"Newtie?" His head twisted to the right and his eyes widened slightly. 

I giggled, "What you don't like it?" I pouted, making his smile widen as he lent down, bringing his lips to press against mine for a second. 

"I love it." 

Then we got interrupted. 

Again.