TMR oneshots

Newt

The glade was becoming more and more silent as the majority of the gladers retreated for bed leaving only the older boys, and you, alone to sift the slowly dying fire. You had retreated sometime ago not wanting the company anymore, but not ready for bed. You found yourself wondering looking for Newt.

It took several hours of walking in the dark before you found him in the one place he ever seemed to be these days. The single lightbulb of the map room's deep yellow glow spilled out onto the grass, through it you saw the boy with blonde shaggy hair. You headed in the direction of the makeshift building,he hadn't seen you yet and you didn't give your presence away.

You watched as he put his hand on the back of the wooden chair and shifted his weight, slowly moving to a stand. His face twisted and he clenched the chair causing his nuckle to turn white. He lost balance and tumbled. As you witnessed the event you began to pick up your pace eventually running.

"What the shuck are you doing?" you go to him and kneel beside him,, elevating his bandaged leg onto yours.

"Walking," he says through gritted teeth. He held his leg. Obviousely in pain. He was on edge again, he had been for so many passing days. You feel the pang of guilt run through you again, feeling the need to run away, to be anywhere but here with Newt and his brokenness.

"You mean breaking your leg again." You say slightly harsher then was intended. He glared at you with the seriousness he got when explains the rules of he glade, back when he still believed in them,when he still had hope. The pang returned.

"I was trying to walk," he spat. You looked down at the bandage wrappings, brown with the dirt kicked up from the day's work,or lack of care, you weren't sure. You began gently stroking the gauze in an attempt to fix the loose strands. The guilt felt suffocating now. You considered leaving running to the maze, away from this, you would take your chance with a griever if it meant not having to feel this.

I'm fine so just go- run along." his words where venomous but there was so much more hidden behind. You wanted to cry but you weren't going to do that, make this about you.

"Ya right, as if I'm going to run without you." The moment the words left your mouth you wish you cod take them back. You didn't mean to say them, the words would be like salt on a open wound. You. Expected him to yell, it's all he seemed to do these days but he didn't, looking at his face he only looked sad.

"Sorry I-"

"It's fine" he gave a small smile. The two of you sat in silence for a long time not knowing what to say. Eventually one of you broke the silence and you began talking. Talking like you use to, before the mess and the stress, before he lost hope. You talked of things that could only be talked about in the late of night, things that would never be admitted in the openness of the sun. This made the choking go away. It made you feel like you could sit with him, you didn't have to escape to the maze.

The talking slowly died and again you two sat in silence, staring at the walls, the floor, your hands. Anywhere but each other.

"I'm sorry," he said. You looked at him surprised. "I'm sorry I couldn't be a better partner, I couldn't find a way out for you."

"What!?" you couldn't believe your ears. That's what this was about? "newt no, you are the best partner I could hope for. Don't ever think otherwise." again silence. Them as if he couldn't take anymore he leaned in towards you. You put you arms around his shoulders and held him.

Maybe it was the silence, or the lack of sleep but he began to shake with sobs as he cried into your shoulder. You didn't say anything you just wanted to be there for your friend, Holding him.