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008 ⸺ the stars may be fake

Heyy

So i know it's been a while but I've been kinda burnt out because of school

But i thought i would write a quick fluff one shot that's set in the Glade because i really haven't done one of those yet...

Anyway enjoy

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Newt was just wandering around the Glade like he did most days at this time. Zart had shooed him from the garden, telling him that he had done enough work for that day. But as second-in-command he was supposed to be overseeing most of the stuff that went on during the day.

He was trying to keep himself busy. These days he found that if he wasn't doing something to keep himself occupied his mind would spiral into anxious thoughts, thoughts of Thomas. He had quickly taken a liking to the Greenie and was constantly worrying about him if he was left alone with his thoughts for too long.

And today was particularly bad, the sun was sinking was towards the horizon and Thomas and Minho still hadn't returned. The Maze doors would be closing and minute now, and if they didn't make it back soon they would be stuck out there. He knew that Thomas and Minho had done the previously impossible feat of surviving a night in the Maze before, but Newt would prefer if they didn't have to play that close to death again. At least not so soon after they had done it before.

He could still remember how Thomas looked coming out of the Maze the morning after being trapped, all cut up and bruised. Newt had forced him to spend the day resting in the Homestead after being tended to by the medjacks. But the worst part, to Newt, was how scared Thomas seemed to be. Newt had noticed him glancing over his shoulder many times since then. And his eyes when he first made it back to the Glade were dull, but with that unmistakable spark of terror. He was hurt, mentally as well as physically. He had been so jumpy and started keeping to himself, and it hurt Newt even more to see Thomas pull away from him. He vowed to himself that he would help Thomas return to normal.

As he had been lost in thought many of the runners had made it back. Newt was barely able to pull himself out of his head in time to see Minho and Thomas, running back into the Maze, side by side.

He breathed a sigh of relief, jogging over to the two runners as fast as his limp would let him.

They were both joking and teasing, but Newt could see that Thomas' smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and that he wasn't laughing as loud as Minho was. He went to call out for them, but before he could say anything Thomas was turning on his heels and walking quickly towards the forest.

"Hey, Minho" Newt smiled, finally reaching where the runner was standing. The raven-haired boy offered a nod of greeting to Newt, still clearly out of breath from his day in the Maze. "Did Tommy say where he was going ?" He turned his head to look at the spot that Thomas had run off to.

Minho shrugged, "Said he was going to go cool off, wasn't expecting him to run towards the deadheads though."

"Thanks Minho, I was going to go talk to him."

"Go get your man Newt." He smirked, clapping the blond on the back. Newt only glared at him before making his way over to the edge of the trees.

He walked through the woods, listening for any sign of Thomas. By now the sun had fully set, the doors to the maze had closed, and stars were starting to shine above them, though Newt could barely see them through the canopy of leaves over his head.