Please Tommy: Maze Runner One Shots & Imagines [On Hold]

A Short Conversation

I get up and follow Nick back to the Homestead in silence. "Newt's getting a bed ready for you, separate from the rest of the guys. We're doin our best to make you comfortable." Nick says when we arrive. He points me in the general direction then walks off. I head in the direction he pointed, and after asking around finally find Newt. He was waiting for me, sitting on the ground next to a sleeping bag, pillow, and extra blanket. He smiles up at me. "I was wonderin when you'd bloody show up," he said kindly.

"Sorry." I say, sitting down next to him. "You're not an easy guy to find. One dude said he saw ya in the map room, whatever that is, another said you were in the shack, and the last one said you'd been eaten by the Grievers for all he knew... or cared for that matter. Friendly bloke, that one. By the way, what are Grievers?"

"You've met Gally from the sound of it." Newt laughs, ignoring my last question. "Don't worry about him. He's not friendly with anyone, but he's all bark, no bite."

We were silent for a couple of minutes then I said, "It's so strange."

"What?"

"This place. Everything about it. Wake up in a 100x100 foot... whatever you would call this not remembering anything about your past. One way in, no way out, and apparently no one outside the buggin' place. It doesn't add up."

"Is that so?" Newt mused.

"Yes. For one thing, if there's a way in there has to be a way out. What goes up must come down. It's a law of nature. And another thing. We couldn't have just appeared in the box. Someone had to put us here. And before that someone had to wipe our memories. We had a life before this, I just know it. That means this- this place. The Glade. This can't be it."

"You're building up to something. I can feel it" Newt said.

"Yes. I am," I said, turning to face Newt. "Newt. Tell me the truth. What's outside those walls that's so horrible you don't want me to know about it."

Even in the dark, I see Newt pale.

"Just more nothing." he says, "You'll learn all about it in the morning. Either me or Alby will be by before breakfast to give you a briefing." He gets up.

"Alby?" I ask, settling into my bed.

"The tall, dark shank we sat with at dinner."

"The one who kept scowling at me?"

Newt smiled. "That's the one."

"Then for my sake I hope it's you."

"I'll see if that can be arranged." he turns to leave.

"Newt."

He pauses. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." he says. I'm not surprised when he doesn't ask what for. He seemed like the kinda guy who would understand. 

Hey all!  This is actually an excerpt out of a fanfic I do when I'm bored, about what might have happened if a girl (who I named Charlie) was sent up instead of Chuck. This is my favorite scene. I doubt I'll ever finish the fanfic, (I started it back before New Years and haven't even got to the point where Thomas is introduced) but if you guys like this maybe I'll post more excerpts later. 

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