Since That Night (NewtxThomas Maze Runner fanfic)

The Sun Between the Rain

((A/N: This might be the last part for this fic. If you want more, comment and I might add more to it. Also, my apologies on my disappearance. My phone was stolen and I lost the app. And then I moved. And got a job. Lots of stuff that was keeping me from writing. But I'm here now, do enjoy! Also, I'm going back to my original writing format. The third person fits, right? If you don't like it, feel free to tell me and I'll change back.))

Thomas wakes up on a bed inside the Homestead. His entire lower body aches and he's drenched in sweat. The only light illuminating the room is from the single light beside the bed. He realises there isn't any light coming from the window, and he turns to see that it's dark outside. He wouldn't be keeping his promise to Chuck about keeping him company for the night, after all. The thought makes him cringe as he realises that he won't hear the end of this.

"Well, look who's finally awake."

Thomas turns his head in the direction of the voice and sees Newt. He's sitting in a chair close to the bed and looks like he's been having as hard a time as Thomas had. Newt's eyes are red and tired-looking. His hair is all over his head and his clothes wrinkled and slightly torn. He just looks disheveled, to say the least. Thomas gives him a weak smile.

"No, don't pull any of that 'weak' klunk. You put on quite the fight today. I never would have thought you'd be so violent during your Changing." He says tiredly. "But then again, I never thought a Greenie would do what you'd done to get yourself stung like that."

'Wait.' Thomas thought, 'That sounded like an accusation.' "Hey, I only did that because you wanted me to. I mean, it isn't like I could just leave him out there, either!"

"Don't you think I know that? I just...I didn't realise how much I'd been sacrificing." He hangs his head a bit, staring down into his lap.

Thomas sighs. As he wakes further, he starts remembering everything that happened during his Changing. The pain...what he saw..everything came crashing back down on him, as a painful wave of knowledge. For some reason, WICKED kept showing up. He wasn't going to ignore such a big and repetitive detail, but he also didn't want to dwell on it. Right now, all he wanted was to be held by Newt again, though he didn't want to admit it, and be told that everything would be okay. He, of course, knew that this would be a lie, so long as those Grievers were still out there stinging people, but he liked the thought, anyway.

Newt's voice brought Thomas back to reality. "I, uh...I'm really glad you're okay, Tommy. It was dumb of me to send you out there, anything could have happened to you."

And that's when Thomas remembered. Minho. Images of Minho lying crumpled and still on the ground in the Maze came back to his memory. It made him feel sick as the sound of his helpless screams reverberated in Thomas's ears. "What happened to Minho? Is he okay??" Thomas asked desperately. He tried to dismiss the feeling that the reason he was so worried about Minho was for selfish reasons.

When he hears this question, Newt drops his head. "He still ain't responding. I mean, he went through the Changing when we gave him the stuff, but, he won't shuckin' open his eyes..."

Thomas shook his head, refusing to grasp the information that was being told to him. "Well is he breathing?"

"I can't tell! Okay? I can't tell if he's really breathing really faintly, or if it's just wishful thinking. Right now, it could be either of those. We'll just have to wait until he's fully responsive, if he isn't already gone..." Newt sounded as if he needed to reassure himself more than Thomas. "Honestly, at the moment, I'm just glad it wasn't you."

Thomas didn't whether to feel flattered or guilty. After all, it was him and his stupid idea that got Minho stung in the first place. He turns his head so that he's looking straight at the ceiling and sits up. He feels a rush of blood leave his head and he feels lightheaded. As quick as he sat up, he flops back down. After laying down for a little longer while his head stopped spinning, he tries again, slower this time, and is able to stay in the sitting position. He then looks at Newt, who'd been watching amusingly.

"Don't you dare laugh." Thomas threatens.

"I'm not laughing." Newt retorts.

"Keep it that way." Thomas says simply, and Newt's lips slowly curl upwards at the edges.

"I said no laughing!" Thomas cries annoyedly and Newt hides the smile.

"I'm not!" He replies, "Though you aren't making it easy."

Thomas was glad that Newt could still give such a golden smile, considering the circumstances. It was almost like when the sun peeks out from behind raincloud, and everything seems like it's normal, even though it's still raining excessively. He only just realised that this is what Newt was to him. He made everything temporarily seem okay, even though the rain was far from over.

He smiles at him and approaches him in the chair. "Thank you." He says, lacing his arms around his neck.

Newt gives him a puzzled expression, though he doesn't seem to be against it. "For what?"

Thomas just shakes his head and presses his lips against Newt's. Then they seperate briefly as Newt repositions his head, and they link each other's lips together once again. They remain this way for a while, not really wishing to break apart, until Thomas starts to feel lightheaded again. Newt senses the slack in Thomas's grip, and he pulls back. Thomas frowns, but his eyelids dropped lazily over half his eyes. Shaking his own head, Newt helps Thomas back in the bed and pulls the covers back over him. He tells him to rest, and then seats himself back on the chair by the bed. He stayed there to make sure he was okay. Thomas didn't know it, but he was Newt's reason for smiling.