TMR FanFic: Newt

Once upon a dream

I opened my eyes, someone was coming. I got up , stretched out my lab coat and walked back to the control room. I rarely talked to anyone within the compound. They need someone who helped create the maze to stay back and make sure that all the variables did what they were supposed to do.

I need to go find Theresa . But I can't get to her just yet . I need to do the work that's assigned to me. I walk over to my desk and sit. I check on the boys stats, they're all good and healthy, except for Ben. He got stung by one of the grivers. The poison was my design, I'm the only one with enough knowledge to have created harmful chemicals. My parents were part of WICKED, until they saw that the limits that were originally set were being pushed, rules broken. I tap my fingers on my desk thinking about a way to find a way to reach the flat trans in the end. I know I'll find Newt when this is all over I know that he'll survive. He has to. I'll introduce myself as if we have never meet, until one day he realizes who I am.

I look up to the screen, it's changed to the monitoring system. He's there, not alone, he's with Thomas. Without doubt he's asking questions. I get up walk through the door and head towards the dorms. I go through the door of a big room that would be empty if it weren't for the small bed that is in the center of the room. Theresa is sitting on it.

"Hey" I said

"Hey" she responded after along silence.

" are you okay ?" I ask

" As okay as I can be, wait why are you talking to me ? I thought you were afraid of human contact or what not " she responded

I wasn't shocked by the response , after my parents death WICKED locked me away to finish their work. I shut myself out from reality for a very long time. None of the other kids wanted to talk to me , none of them ever came close. I was a freak to them, They thought I was mute. Only Thomas and Newt ever showed kindness towards.

How I missed them both.

"I'm not afraid of human contact" I responded,

"Okay then what do you want?" she replied

"I just wanted to tell you..... that when you go down if you can grasp on to anything..... if you could please make sure Newt is okay," it was difficult for me to get that out. She didn't intimidate me, no one intimidates me.

Instead of a direct answer she starts laughing.

"You know what happens , (Y/N) ! you know what happens! You know I won't remember much, even if I wanted to I couldn't."

"I was just talking to you in case this doesn't fade from your memory""

She just stood up, and put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry about Newt, but there's noting I can do. You know that you can do something. I know about the training your parents put you through, all that you were forced to learn, use that, but do not interfere with WICKED, WICKED is good."she said.

I nodded my head and handed her a scrap of paper. she took it and clenched it in her hand. We hugged and she walked out of the room. She's on her way to the maze.