Free (Maze Runner fanfic Newtmas Newt x Thomas)

Chapter 19

If someone asked Thomas to tell them a fact, any fact at all, he would tell them that Janson is the biggest prick he had ever had the misfortune of meeting. He was in charge of everything, and he refused to listen to a word Thomas was saying;, including his proposition to get Newt out. "Why not!?" Thomas growled, following him around. "He's deteriorating in that room, he's not calm at all!"

"He's a liability, he'll attack everyone if you let him get away." Janson replied, trying to ignore him. "Also, he could infect another boy. You may be immune but you can certainly carry it."

"As if you would know. He'll slow down if he's with everyone else, not some walls that are whiter than your fake teeth!" Jason glanced at him. "I'll make sure he keeps his distance from the ones that aren't. Even if he does you'll have the cure soon, you simply administer it to everyone. You want him to live, don't you?"

"All that would accomplish is adding an extra immune male, but we need more women, their trials aren't going according to plan." Thomas rolled his eyes. "If he gets it then he gets it. If he doesn't that it really isn't that big of a matter."

"Fine. Try and stop me."

Thomas spun on his heel and stormed his way to Newt's room, swinging open the door and being greeted with an attack that pushed him to the ground. "Took you long enough!" Newt hissed, whacking Thomas' head into the ground. "Am I leaving this bloody place or what!?" Thomas could see his Newt trying to fight through, his eyes looked lost, but he was losing control.

"If you didn't attack me that would be great-" Newt hit his head and Thomas groaned at the pain. "You're not giving me the signs of good health! I'm breaking you out, I don't have permission!"

Newt leant in close to his face to threaten him again, but his expression suddenly softened and he scrambled off of his body. "I-I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine.." Thomas sat up and gingerly touched the back of his head, not feeling any cuts. "You're strong..."

Newt came back over and hugged him in apology, one hand going to the back of his head and stroking his hair. "I'm losing it, Tommy."

"Yeah, I can tell." Thomas hugged him back, half enjoying it but half worried Newt could tighten his grip any moment. "Janson isn't letting me get you out, and attacking me as soon as I open the door isn't going to help your case. I'm breaking you out, but if you're not in control..."

"I understand.. Has anyone else come back yet? With some more stuff?"

"Everyone is back except for the last group, but we can't find them anywhere on surveillance so WICKED is beginning to think they all died. Minho and a couple others might be sent back out to do the mission for them."

"Back out there... Tommy, please," Newt tightened his grip, but not in a threatening manner. "I don't want to be in here, I want to be with you. Just one day. I don't know my around, I was knocked out with some gas and woke up here and I haven't left it since. I want to know where you've all been."

"It's not going to be easy with cameras everywhere, especially if you lash out. Maybe WICKED wants me to get you out."

"Oh forget about them. Even if they don't and we just get to the others before they tackle me to the ground, I don't care! I want out!" Newt quickly pulled away before he could hurt Thomas and violently shook his head, realising his voice had risen. "I'm trying my best here."

"Come on then, let's go." Thomas took Newt's hand and pulled him out the room, kicking it shut behind them.

Newt let go of his hand and snaked his arm around Thomas' waist instead, his head tilted so it was on his shoulder. He kept his gaze down, almost feeling guilty for being sick, like it was his own fault that he might die and leave everyone behind.