The Misfire:Book 1 (Newt || A TMR Fanfiction)

6. Subject A8

Group A, Subject A8: Erin
The Interim

TW: Mentions of assault and su*c*de

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'Erin's PoV:

"Come on, I haven't had a kiss in a while." Ben pleaded as he pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Slim it!" I smirked and pecked the tip of his nose, making him groan in disappointment. The two of us were left alone in the med-jack hut but I knew our little privacy wouldn't last long.

I snaked my hands around Ben's neck and pulled him closer, connecting our lips. It took him by surprise since he let out a soft moan of shock. His arms tightened around my waist and I let my hand stroke his blonde hair. Our lips moved in sync. I was gladly about to deepen the kiss when we heard someone behind clear his throat.

"Once you shanks finish sucking each other's faces, I'd like him to help me finish with the maps."

"Minho! How long have you been there?" Ben slowly detached from me while glaring at him.

Minho shrugged and left the room like the shuckface he was.

"You think he saw everything?"

He shrugged. "Nah. Doesn't matter."

I smacked his chest. "Doesn't matter? He was probably watching us like a creep."

"Even if he was, what's he gonna do, throw us in the damn slammer?"

"Not if I kick his ass first." I smirked.

"And by the way, I don't mind anyone walking in on us kissing. That's not my problem." He held my hand and kissed it.

"Actually, it should be. The other guys have been complaining about us constantly cuddling and kissing." I reminded, recalling how some of the boys would blatantly express their annoyance towards Ben and I being affectionate in public.

"Jealous shanks need to shut their mouths."

"I guess we'll have to continue this later. Since you're on map-duty today."

"I can't wait for later to arrive." Ben kissed me passionately once again before leaving the room.

I sat down on a bunk and sighed softly. It was frustrating having to see Ben run the maze almost everyday and having to worry about him. I wasn't considered to be fast enough to be a runner although I have always longed to be one. I was not given the freedom to choose a job as Alby automatically assigned me as a medjack considering the circumstances when I first arrived in the glade.

It still felt pretty strange even until now--like the only reason I was sent up here was because I got the skills of someone from a medical profession. Not that I exactly knew what those were. And to be fair, waking up with no memories did suppress my medical knowledge for a bit. It took me a few tries but I eventually got the hang of it. Some of my expertise and insticts kicked in. I did treat so many of the boys from the flu.

Maybe I was a medic before. But other than that, why the shuck would I end up here?

The horrors of the maze had always intrigued me to the point where I did consult Alby if he needed more runners, volunteering to be one. And that was even before Ben and I were a thing. Of course, Alby could never allow me to set foot outside the glade, claiming I was too crucial to the glade and would never risk sending me out there.