Lost And Found

I'll Love you Forever

You and Newt had gotten together back in the Glade, ages ago. Now, you were running from WICKED, cranks and fire, fleeing a crumbling city. When you first came up in the box you knew there was something about him, some familiarity. You had gotten together at the next greenie bonfire after some (a lot) of convincing by Minho. You knew that you would go to the end of the Earth for him and he for you. You weren't very into PDA choosing to show your affection in other ways. Small forehead kisses before the day began, a squeeze in a hug or just a sincere 'Thank you' were some of your favorites. Now, you trapped in a WICKED building with Janson and some guards trying to beat down the door. You knew it would only be a matter of seconds before the door came falling down. You had just pushed Minho, Thomas and Newt out the window so that they could get to safety before turning back around to face the music. You closed your eyes as Janson and guards streamed through the doorway, surrounding you. You opened your eyes and looked straight into Jansons'.

"You have me. Now go." they had shoved a bag over your head, tied your hands and threw your body over one of the men's' shoulders. You felt yourself being carried down some stairs in thrown ever so gracefully into a van. After driving for what felt like hours you finally came to a stop and were pulled out of the van. They shoved you down into a chair tying your wrists and legs to the chair before pulling the bag off your head. Janson stood before you leering down with a sickening look of satisfaction on his face.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the star-crossed lovers are finally torn apart. So sad" he sneered at you with a face of fake sympathy. "Now, you are going to tell me where little Newtie and friends are." You looked at his face and put an obviously fake look of confusion on your face.

"I am? Why would I do that?" Janson looked a little annoyed, your plan was working. You were going to try and get him out of the room for as long as possible so you could escape.

"Because if you don't then someone might get hurt." He looked at you with a lethal glare, you stood your ground as much as you could being tied to a chair.

"We already have been hurt, a few more cuts won't do much."

"Well then, it's good I'm not using gardening shears then is it?" with that he turned around for a second before spinning again and slapping you across the face. You can taste the coppery blood in your mouth, cheek pounding from the impact.

"Now, you're going to tell me where they are."

"Hummm, how about I don't?" you smiled despite the pain. You knew exactly where they were, the Berg at the airport. There was no way you were going to tell Janson that though. He turned around to his tray of torture instruments and picked up a knife.

"Do you want to know what I'm going to do with this knife, Y/N?"

"Sure, why not?"

"I'm going to take this lighter and run it up and down the blade. See that? Now, I'm going to have some fun." with that he slashed you across the arm. Blinding pain shot through your body, radiating, white hot.

"Do you want to know why I heated it up? The heat will instantly cauterize the wound. Do you know what that means? You won't bleed out. You are going to stay here until you tell me where they are" Janson left shortly after, he returned a few minutes later with a piece of bread.

"Here, you'll need to eat eventually." He held the bread close enough to your mouth to eat but far enough away so you couldn't bite his fingers. You eventually let hunger win over and took a few bites.

"Good, good..." You looked up at him, you did *not* like the way he said that. You suddenly felt the ropes digging into your skin, ten times more painful than before, you wince at the contact.

"Ah, I see it kicked in."

"What did you put in here!?" You were screaming, what did he do to you?

"Oh, it's nothing just a little Spatrine." Spatrine? What was that? Janson looked at your confused face and sighed. "Spatrine is a drug used to heighten pain, silly" Shit. Your plan was going to be a lot harder than anticipated.

++TimeSkip++

It had been hours since you had pushed them out the window, you had just hoped it was worth it. Janson had finally gotten tired of cutting you into pieces. Not telling him where they were and not betraying your friends didn't help either.

"I'm going to go eat dinner now, you, however, are going to sit here and wait until I come back to tell me where they went." With that said and done he left, locking the door tight. You sat there for a moment to make sure he wasn't going to come back and ruin what you were about to do. When you were positive he was gone you started shimmying the knife out of its holder on your forearm. When it was in your hand you turned it around and began to saw the ropes. When you freed your first hand you got to work freeing your second hand. After you were untied you put the knife away and stood up. You looked around the room you were in. There was only the chair, the tray, a door, a window and an air vent. You decided that the safest way out was through the window. You took off your jacket and sliced off one of the arms. You pushed it onto your arm and wrapped the rest of it around your fist and punched through the glass. It still hurt a lot more than you thought it would, probably the effects of the Spatrine. You got rid of the rest of the glass and pulled yourself through the window. Thanks to being a runner back in the maze you quickly found your way back to the building you pushed Newt and the others out of. You took a quick breath before running back to the airport. You were halfway there when you saw a van turn around a corner much faster than what was necessary. You quickly ran into the shadows before following it from a safe distance. When you finally got close enough to see who was in it you saw the back of Newts head. Your breath caught in your throat, how did they have Newt? You were able to make out the other five faces, Thomas, Minho, Brenda and Jorge. You let out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, Newt was safe, he was okay. You had doubted that you were ever going to see him again. You were standing there before you realized, they were driving away from you! You quickly began to run, faster than you had ever run before, trying to catch up to the van. When they finally came to a stop you ran up to them as they sped up some more. You huffed and got back into your groove, picking up the pace trying to keep the van in sight. When you finally got as close as you thought you could you started to try to catch their attention.

"Newt! Thomas! Newt! Brenda, Jorge, someone!!" you screamed until your voice was hoarse.

++Newts POV++

"Hey, guys? Did you hear that? It sounded like Y/N." I turned around to see a Y/H/C haired girl with her head down and her hands on her knees. "Slow down! Wait! I think I see her!" He looked back to you just in time to see you raise your head, confirming your identity. "It's her! Stop the van!" As soon as the van slowed down enough I jumped out and hit the ground running.

++Your POV++

I looked up, I could see Newt through the glass and hoped he would recognize me and not think I was a crank trying to kill them. Lucky for you he did, as soon as the van started to slow down he hit the ground running as fast as he could with his limp.

"Y/n, oh, Y/N, love. I'm right here." you hugged him as hard as you could.

"I thought I almost lost you. I almost lost you." He hugged you back while the two of you sat there crying silently.

"You'll never lose me. I'll be with you forever. I'll love you forever, I always have." You were shocked to say the least but didn't hesitate to say it back.

"I love you too."