Her Anchor || Newt - Maze Runner

Part 29 - Fighting with Fate

~Newt POV~

I watched as Y/n swiftly left the room, cradling her forehead in the palm of her hand. I looked over at Fry, expecting him to know something but he looked at me with the same look. We looked over at Alby, who started staring off again, being all distressed. Figuring he had nothing else to say, we left him in the hands of Jeff and Clint before exiting the Med Hut. 

I was about to go and find Y/n, but I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I found that the hand belonged to Ace.

'Just leave her for a second, she might need some space.' he said. As much as it hurt, I knew he was probably right, so I fought back the urge in my heart to see if she was okay.

~Y/n POV~

The once blue sky turned into an array of yellow and orange, as the sun started disappearing behind the cursed ivy walls. I rushed out of my hut, desperate to do something to get my mind off the feeling of death. Crossing the centre of the Glade, powerful emptiness washed over me, stronger than before as I marched towards my second home: the kitchen. Opening the kitchen door, the silence was deafening, as the dirty dishes piled up around the sink. On the other side of the kitchen bench, there was a cold burger and a note:

Hi Y/n,
I saved you some dinner
I was going to get you, but I figured that I should leave you alone.
-Fry

I smiled a little, touched by the gesture, but I decided to eat once the dishes were done. I filled the sink with boiling hot water before adding some dishwashing soap to the water and a sponge.

The stack of dishes started decreasing as the cabinets started filling with clean cutlery & silverware. I was mid through washing a plate, when I heard the door handle turn followed by the creak of the wooden door. I kept my back turned to the door, figuring that it was just Frypan, getting something, until I felt hands grip the counter on either side of me, locking me in place.

'You alright?' Newt said from behind me, kissing my neck, in a comforting manner

'Uh-yuh' I nodded, continuing my task

'You wanna tell me what happened back there then?' he said in his thick British accent which made me weak in the knees, resting his head on my shoulder

'I don't know what happened myself. It's way like... I don't know, I had a huge headache, and I felt so much emptiness inside me. I felt like I was sensing death.' I said, tears prickling my eyes at the reminder

'What do you mean?' Newt said. I didn't need to see his face to know that he was confused and concerned

I turned around so I was facing him, his gaze was soft as his eyes were filled with affection. He lifted me up and put me on the counter, so I was facing him. His hands returned to either side of my legs.

'I don't know. Like when I got to the centre of the Glade, I felt this strong pang of emptiness inside me and my head was on fire and I couldn't see properly but as soon as I got near my hut, it stopped, it was almost like it was never there.' I said through tears, staining my cheeks. Newt wiped one of his calloused hands over my tear-stained cheeks, before resting it at my jaw, bringing me back to the present. He brought his lips to my forehead, leaving a tender kiss, before bringing our foreheads together.

'I promise nothing is going to happen to you. I will protect you until my last breath. I promise.' he whispered to me sweetly, calming my racing mind

I nodded letting his words comfort me in a way nothing else can. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, drowning me in his affection and attention, until we heard voices outside, destroying our peace. I leaped from the counter, followed Newt outside. The Glade was in full panic mode, the dark blue sky casting an eerie illusion over the Glade. Gladers shouting at each other, everyone running around, some Gladers holding poles with fire.

'Hey Winston, what's going on?' Newt asked, concern evident in his voice

'The doors, they aren't closing.' he answered before running towards the one of the opened doors. Newt and I gave each other a look of confusion before panic started to settling in. We ran towards the open door, following Winston as a group of Gladers started crowing around an open door. The crowd was staring into the Maze, ready to fight with their fates.

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A/n: sorry that this chapter is rushed and not proofread, I have been swamped with work. procrastination is a real problem 😔