𝐷𝐴𝐼𝐿𝑌 𝐷𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁

𝐿𝐴𝐵𝑌𝑅𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐻

tmr one shot

"Shucking piece of klunk", Cara cursed as she'd freed herself from the mouth of one of the many Grievers which had been chasing her for the better half of too many hours.

She was so shucking sick of that klunk. Sick of those slimy screaming creatures behind her. She never thought she'd ever think that way, but she was tired of running. She'd been trapped inside those walls for days now and she hated it every day more.

Being inside the Maze used to be one of her favorite things on earth. It had given her the feeling of actually doing something. The feeling of being a help. Now she worried she might go nuts in here.

'Look where this piece of klunk has gotten you', she thought.

Cara looked behind her and with fear she realized she'd become slower the past few hours. She had to be faster, she knew that. She had no clue if she managed to escape them again without getting stung. Once that happened everything would be over. There'd be no more hope for her.

Usually Runners were supposed to carry a bit of the serum with them, for emergencies but Cara had lost hers days ago. Cara had thought about giving up several times just as she did now, but she forced the thought away eventually. She couldn't give up. Not yet.

She couldn't leave Newt without him knowing what happened to her, couldn't let the other Runners find her dead body at some point.

'Nice klunk you've gotten yourself into.'

Thinking about it now, Cara couldn't even tell how exactly she'd ended up in this situation. But did it even matter now? She'd killed a ton of Grievers even though she had no idea those things could be killed a few days ago, had run thousands of kilometers and had cursed a whole lot of stuff those past days.

She knew she had to find a way out of the Maze and back to the Glade soon if she wanted an actual chance of surviving. She'd run inside those walls a few hundred times. She knew those walls better than anyone else, had been inside more often than anyone else but this time everything felt different.

She seemed to be totally lost with no clue at all in which direction she was heading. It annoyed her so much. She was furious. At herself for getting separated from Minho. At those shucking Creators who had put her inside the Glade in the first place. At the whole world for being such a klunk place right now.

Simply the thought about Newt, his warm smile, his beautiful brown eyes, his voice, and his hugs kept her going. She wouldn't have survived a single day if it hadn't been for him. He was everything to her and right now she was so shucking mad at herself for never speaking those words out loud.

At some point Cara closed her eyes. She decided to trust her other senses and her gut feeling instead. The memory of Newt's voice always present inside her head, keeping her going. Her eyes didn't do much good for finding an exit these days anyways. Just like that she kept running.

At some point she'd even managed to get rid of the Grievers. At least for now. Left. Left. Right. Right. Right. Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. She wanted to take another turn, but something held her back.

Cara stopped. Suddenly there was a mixture of certain scents in the air. One that she knew by heart. The smell of fresh grass, water, and trees. It was the smell of home.

The girl opened her eyes. Carefully as if she feared her mind was simply playing a trick on her. Her heart stopped for a short second as her mind processed what approached right in front of her.

Her winning smile appeared on her lips as she darted forwards, the green spot in front of her burnt into the inner side of her eye. She didn't know from where she'd taken all of that power running through her body, but she didn't care.

A sigh of relief left her mouth once she felt the green fresh grass underneath her feet. She would've let out a scream of happiness, but the power had left her body as fast as it had come up. With heavy breaths she leaned her body carefully against the stone wall. Slowly she slid to the soft ground beneath her.

It was only then that Cara noticed how exhausted she was. She looked down at herself and almost let out a whimper. She was covered in blood (not sure if it was all hers, she was hoping not) and had scars all over her body. Everything from head to toe was hurting like klunk but she didn't really give a shuck about it.

She was relieved to be back in the Galde and not inside another Griever's mouth. After all that had happened, she was still alive and that was definitely something.

A thousand blurry thoughts were running around in her head, a thousand things she had to do now but she couldn't manage to focus on a single one of them. Cara felt her eyes growing heavy. The more time that passed, the less she could focus on the things happening around her. Eventually she passed out.

- - -

When Cara woke up, she found herself laying in the Mead-Jack. How did she get in here? What had happened? Was she still alive or was this what the afterlife looked like?

She needed answers and she needed them now. Without wasting another second, she straightened herself up, her breath going heavy and her heart raising.

"Newt", she whispered, panic rising in her voice.

Cara scanned the hut with her eyes, desperately looking for the blonde boy in the crowd of boys standing around her. She saw Minho moving his lips, but she couldn't understand a word he was saying.

Finally a pair of brown eyes found hers. Within seconds her breath became calmer, and her heartbeat slowed down. Her body stopped shaking a bit and suddenly her thoughts were all clear.

"Blondie", she whispered as she laid down once again.

"Right here love", he said, his hand reaching for hers.

a/n:

part three of the tmr one shot series (also the last i think)
so my girl finally has a name and it's been three years because i had this idea again in the middle of the night and again i'm too lazy to fill in the rest and again i wish that newt was real (him and cara are only platonic soulmates in these one shots coz we all now our dear newtie is gay asf)