Please ➳ Newt Fanfic

Not Again

For two weeks, Emily was working as a Med-jack. From time to time, she would try to convince Newt into recommending her as a runner but it always ended up being the same answer.

"Hey, Newt? The runners loo-"

"No, Emily."

"But I-"

"No."

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Morning came and Emily lazily and slowly got out of bed then proceeded to get ready for the day. After she got ready she walked over to the Med-jack area and sat down to wait for Clint. As Emily was waiting, she looked out the window and saw Thomas and Minho jogging to the open doors of the maze. She sighed and slumped in her seat.

Why won't Newt let me be a runner?

Emily asked herself that almost everyday. Whenever she tried to ask why, he would always say that it was too dangerous or something along those lines. She figured it might have something to do with his limp (she had noticed it when she watched him working at the gardens) since she was told he used to be a runner. She never really had the courage to ask what happened but at times when she thought she could, it just wasn't the right situation. Emily thought of asking Thomas or something but she just felt... closer to Newt. She felt that Newt would be more understanding but he was so set on her not being a runner. Emily continued to think and think until she heard the door open. She waved, "Hey, Clint."

"Hey. So I know I told you to come here every morning and to stay buutt since nothing really happens around here, you can just go explore and whatever outside until something happens and I call you over. Sound good?"

Emily nodded, "Cool. Sounds good." and out the door she went.

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Emily didn't do much for the entire day. All she really did was visit and help Chuck, visit and help Newt, and walk around the glade. When things started to get boring, Emily walked over to her tree, plopped down, and leaned against the trunk. She closed her eyes, trying to relax, when she heard someone walking over. She opened one eye and then smiled, "Hey, Newtie."

Newt sat down beside her, "Ha. Where did that name come from?"

Emily shrugged, "I don't know but I like it."

Newt chuckled, "I guess it's not bad but... bloody promise that you won't call me that around the other gladers?"

"No bloody promises." Emily laughed.

Newt rolled his eyes and a smile tugged on the corners of his lips. Emily grinned at him then rested her head on his shoulder. His smile grew wider but then quickly disappeared as he realized something.

"Emily, did you see Minho and Thomas come back?"

Emily's head moved from his shoulder, "Erm.. no. I didn't." Her voice was full of concern.

The two quickly sat up and ran to the doors Minho and Thomas would come out of at the end of work. They looked closer inside but then all of a sudden they heard and felt the rumble of the doors closing.

"Where are they?!" Emily questioned.

"I don't bloody know!"

"Wait. LOOK!" Emily pointed to two figures that were several feet away.

Newt's face was straight but hurt at the same time, "They aren't going to make it."

Emily was taken aback, "What?! We have to do something!"

"We can't. Whatever we try, it'll be no use. Tommy and Minho might have survived once but look, Minho is injured. Tommy isn't going to leave him and that's going to be a disadvantage." Newt deadpanned.

"But.. but.. look! Look they're getting closer. COME ON, THOMAS! HURRY!"

Thomas was running as fast as he could with Minho on his back but it wasn't fast enough. He was too slow. Newt was right. They weren't going to make it.

Not if I can help it. Emily thought.

Heart pounding, Emily took a deep breath and ran towards the small space between the two colliding walls.

"EMILY! NO! PLEASE!" Newt yelled, running to her and trying to grab her arm. He missed and she disappeared behind the walls that boomed shut. He collapsed to his knees, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"No... no... no..."

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Emily stopped in her tracks, heart still pounding. She turned around and looked up at the closed wall. I... I... I did it.

She turned to face her friends and saw Thomas sitting beside a limp Minho.

Thomas was looking down at the ground with his head in his hands, "Shuck. Not again."