Alone Together (Newtmas)

Chapter 1: What a day Greenie

Thomas awoke to a hand clasped over his mouth, panicking for a moment before he saw who it was. His memories of his first night in the glade came rushing back as he gazed at Newt, who was standing above him with a finger to his lips.

"Don't have a bloody heart attack on me Tommy. Still gotta show you somethin' "

Thomas nodded and Newt removed his hand, which was still covering his mouth, motioning for Thomas to follow him quietly. As Thomas walked, he took in the peaceful sight of the maze, covered in the moonlight as the last few stars faded into the soon-to-be light sky. Thomas had a slight headache from drinking a little bit to much of Gally's special drink last night; however, at the smell of Frypan's bacon cooking, it began to fade away. Newt sat down near a tree, motioning for Thomas to accompany him as the Glade began its morning routine. Thomas thought back to the bonfire last night, his talk with Newt, Newt showing him around, remembering his name, and someone's strong arms wrapped around his waist as they helped him back to his hammock. He had no idea who it was but he had his suspicions.

They sat there for a while, Newt and Thomas content to just be in each other's presence for a while. The Gladers all took turns with days off, giving them all some free time to relax, and today was Newt's day, as well as a few others Thomas did not know the name of, or care. Thomas eventually spoke, breaking the peaceful silence between the two.

"What did you want to show me Newt?"

Newt looked over at Thomas, standing up and offering his hand out. Thomas took Newt's extended hand and nodded a thanks as Newt helped him to his feet.

"Follow me Tommy."

Newt led Thomas to what appeared to be a graveyard, tucked away in the corner where two walls of the maze met.

"There were some dark days Tommy... we lost a lot of boys to fear n' panic.." He paused for a second, as if gathering his thoughts. "When we came up, albeit there was less of us, we were all terrified, myself included. We all woke up, like you, without our memories or any bloody idea who we were before this shuck maze. But you Tommy, you came out of the box and didn't seemed scared at all, just kept insisting on having your questions answered."

Newt stopped talking, turning away from where he had crouched down, running his hand over the front of a roughly-made cross, where the two beams were nailed together. He didn't continue what he was saying, simply staring at Thomas who seemed to have no answer for what Newt had said. After a few seconds, minutes, Thomas wasn't sure, Newt patted him on the back and headed back toward the Glade. Thomas jogged to catch up, surprised at how quickly Newt could walk with his limp.

Once they returned to the Glade, Newt took Thomas over to the garden with him and got to work. After a bit, Newt had put up with thousands of questions from Thomas about the maze. When Thomas mentioned climbing the walls, Newt's hands froze, then he picked up the basket, throwing it at Thomas more roughly than he had intended, telling him to get more fertilizer.

After a bit, Newt was beginning to wonder where Thomas went when he heard a cry for help. He instantly recognized Thomas's voice, despite having not known him that long. He saw Thomas sprint out of the woods, Ben chasing him. He saw Thomas go down, and before he finished a rational thought, he had Ben sprawled out on the grass. Several other gladers rushed to help, and Newt glanced at Thomas before holding Ben's arms down.

Thomas breathed heavily, watching as the muscles in Newt's well built arms flexed as he pinned Ben down. Thomas shook his head, pushing away the thoughts as he stumbled to his feet. He saw Alby rush over, directing someone to lift his shirt. As a gasp traveled around the crowd, Thomas heard the words "stung" and "griever." While his mind tried to grasp what they meant, he heard the noise of fingers snapping and saw Newt standing in front of him, his hand in front of Thomas's face.

"Aye you alright Tommy? I've been callin' your name for the past minute."

Thomas nodded, muttering out a quiet "Sorry Newt." Before he could say anything else however, Newt was shrugging and grabbing his arm, lifting it to bring his hurt arm closer to his face.

"No need to apologize Tommy, now let's go get this looked at yeah?" Newt shook his head, grinning over his shoulder at Thomas. "Hell of a day huh greenie?"

Thomas grimaced at the nickname, but simply nodded, following Newt.