The Maze Runner One-shots

Don't be jealous! (Newtmas one-shots)

"IT'S WICKED!" - Said Thomas between breaths, still half body inside the vent under the bunk beds.

He scrambled to his feet.

"We gotta go right now. NOW!"

"Thomas! What did you see?" - Newt said exactly what everyone was thinking.

He seemed to be looking for something that somehow made everything better.

Newt stopped Thomas with a hand on his chest, eyes locking. - "THOMAS!"

"It's WICKED Newt! It always been WICKED!"

"And you know that because a shuck kid told you so?" - Newt snapped. "- Bloody hell Thomas, they gave us fresh clothes, real beds and warm food! Some of us haven't felt that in a long time."

A couple "yeah's" and "yeses" filled the room, and a very loud and special "Yeah you Shank".

"Guys you don't get it! Aris he sho- "

So he has a name now. Bloody Aris. How can you simply believe someone just because they say it's bad? You don't even know him! We shouldn't draw attention to ourselves! It's finally over Thomas. Stop okay?" - Newt turned his back to Thomas just ignoring the concern stabbing him in the back of his neck. Maybe Thomas was right.

Newt, listen! - Thomas lower his voice and placed a hand in his shoulder.

"No! You listen." -Newt turned around to face Thomas dead-on - "You don't have any idea what it's like being in that bugging glade for two years, with no memories and every day in the verge of giving up, just thinking to yourself all the time "Why me?". You just appeared in the Glade and a couple of weeks later you were out! We should stick together no matter what...But you, Thomas, are not making this easy!" - He had his hands turned into fists, knuckles bleached.

"Newt, what's wrong with you? I saw it, I went through the vents and we saw bodies, to many to count! They weren't dead, but they weren't alive either! They had them strung up with tubes coming out of them. They were being...They were being drained! There's something inside of us that WICKED wants. Something in our blood. That's why we have to leave! Before they come for us too.

Newt clenched his jaw, looking to the floor and then locking eyes with Thomas, his eyes unintentionally dropping to Thomas's lips - "okay. But I still think we shouldn't trust Aris. What's the plan?"

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They all managed to fled the headquarters and escape the WICKED's claws. They faced a sand storm during the night. But all that mattered was they were okay and safe outside.

They eventually found an old abandoned mall and hid there.

Inside, they found some flashlights and warm clothes.

"Thomas, we need to search the place for survivors and supplies, come on." - Minho threw a flashlight to Thomas.

"Actually Minho..." - Thomas scratched his head - "If you don't mind, I want Newt to come with me. I need to talk to him anyway. "

"Sure shuck-face."

The tension between Thomas and Newt was palpable. Neither of them said anything for several moments. Just scavenging the place.

Newt eventually let out a breath. "Thomas, listen. I'm sorry about what happen back there. I don't know what's gotten into me. Lately I... Lately I've been feeling so much buggin' rage inside. I'm sorry." - Newt didn't dare look at Thomas. His eyes filled with guilt.

Thomas's shoes scraped on the sand and before Newt could react, Thomas had his arms around his neck, holding him tight. For a moment there Newt had his arms beside his body but then he wrapped his arms around Thomas's back, and they stood there like the time had stopped and they could finally breath. When Thomas pulled off from the hug his lips brushed gently on Newt's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Their bodies were so perfectly glued together that a whisper was enough for them to listen to each other.

"I know that one of the reasons you don't trust Aris is because deep down you are jealous. You can trust him anyway, he pulled us out of that hellhole." - Thomas said, a slight smirk in his lips.

"How could I know be jealous? He's new and younger and I don't wan-"Thomas's lips were against his own. His eyes wide while Thomas had his closed. Their kiss was so tender, so soft but at the same time so full with desire, so strong. They didn't kiss much, but when they do, was like fireworks exploded behind Newt's eyes.

Thomas knew that he had that effect on Newt, but he couldn't hide the fact that he felt so right with Newt, and when they kissed he felt like he could bring down a dozen Grievers by himself.

"Don't be jealous ever again. I need you with me to bring down WICKED." - Thomas said, breathing deeply. Their forehead touching.

Even though Newt's kept silent, Thomas knew just by looking deep into his eyes that he was never going to leave his side again...