Their Cure {Newt x reader}

A little help

-Newt pov-

"This was a bad idea." Minho said as he crawled out of the flipped car.

I nod, and help Thomas out of the car. He nods at me once he stands up. I walk over to Fry's side of the car, and see his upper half in the the car.

"What the bloody hell are you doing Fry? Did you get stuck of something?" I ask.

I hear a scream, and my head shoots over to see the Cranks coming at us.

"Fry, hurry up. We gotta go!" Thomas hisses at Fry.

"Just a second. . . . I can almost reach it." Fry said from inside the car.

I hear another scream, this time from behind me. I turn around and see another crowd of Cranks coming close to us.

"Shuck! We're surrounded!" Thomas said.

"No Klunk Slinthead!" Minho sassed.

I shove my hand down my pocket and grasp onto the ring. The ring I was going to give YN when I saw her. I had found it about three months after she was taken by W.I.C.K.E.D.

I hold it in my hand, before letting it go.

"Shuck. I don't think we're going to bloody make it Tommy." I say as I turn around and see the other Cranks had moved closer.

Tommy looked at me, before Fry finally came out of the car. Holding a shotgun.

He fired it a fee times. Killing a few Cranks, but more of them came out.

"I hate to admit it. But Newt's right." Minho says.

*screech and gun shots*

A car comes out of the crowd, and Cranks get shot at. The car stops right next to us, and the door opens.

"Hop in!" Brenda says.

I quickly climb in the back, everyone follow me. The door slam shut and Jorge speeds off, effectively running over a Few Cranks.

"Did you really think that you could leave us behind?" Brenda says as she turns to us.

I shrug along with Minho. Thomas scratchs the back of his neck, and Fry looks out the window uninterested.

"Uhhh. I just didn't want you to get hurt." Thomas mutters.

Brenda's gaze softens at Thomas's words, before she tuns back to the front.

-Teresa pov-

I walk towards the sound of singing. I see YN on her bed, singing to Chuck who was in her arms.

《Deep in the Meadow, song from the Hunger Games. Cause it's a good song. Really short tho.》

I stay in the doorway, waiting for her to stop singing. She has a great voice.

She slowly sits up on her bed, and grabs his crib with one hand. She drags it closer to the bed, and lifts Chuck up. She carefully put him down, and covered his legs and stomach with a blanket.

"You sung him to sleep?" I ask, letting her know I was here.

She looked over her shoulder at me, and nods.

"It's what my mother use to do to me when I couldn't sleep. She would tuck me in, and then sing to me. She would softly brush my hair with her hand, and I would feel calm..... Then I would be out like a light." She says smiling.