The Maze Runner Imagines

Newt [27]

Y/N, along with the rest of the Gladers awoke to cold noses and a deep, soul-binding unwillingness to leave their hammocks and warm layers of blankets. Overnight, a chill had settled in over the Glade and this morning it was difficult to see the maze doors on the other side of the field due to the thick mask of fog.

The start to the day was much, much slower than usual. It was so cold though, not even Alby went around kicking hammocks and hollering names because he too didn't want to get out of bed. With time, the Gladers knew they would have to get moving sooner or later and for many, the smell of Frypans warm breakfast was just enough to coax them out of bed.

Continuing on slowly, the day began to make its way toward full swing. Runners had head out on their mission and the mulling about of the builders began to add noise to the overly silent Glade on the somber morning.

This time in the morning, the sun would usually be beginning to make its appearance. Seeing as how Y/N worked in the medjack hut, she generally enjoyed the mornings since the sun always found its way through the rickety hut and warmed her skin. Today, however, it was approaching on midmorning and she was just as cold as the moment she'd woken up. A shiver ran down her spine and that was when she decided to head off and find another layer of clothing.

There wasn't much to go around in the Glade since clothes were always being torn, burned or downright destroyed in the strangest ways. Lucky for some articles of clothing though, they remained unharmed and awaiting a new owner in an old box in the homestead. Sometimes, the boys would outgrow their clothes and they'd be disregarded until someone else could find use of it.

After some digging, Y/N silently rejoiced as she pulled out a hoodie of her favourite colour. Surprisingly, it was in immaculate condition considering the rest of the clothes in the box. It was a bit too big, but it was extremely warm and she had absolutely zero complaints about the score she'd just made.

As the day went on, Y/N very happily worked shiver free and comfortable. Though, what confused her was all of the odd Glances she was getting from the boys that came through to be treated. Something was out of the ordinary, but she couldn't place it. Maybe her hair was a little wilder than normal or she looked sick. Whatever it was, she didn't worry about it too much.

With the day finally coming to a close, Y/N cleaned up the medjack hut before taking a step outside into the cool air and stretching her tired, stiff body. Her arms reached high over her head and she let out a deep breath. She laughed to herself slightly when the breath leaving her mouth rose up into the air like a small puff of smoke. When she looked down, her eyes immediately latched onto Newts who stood across the Glade with a shovel held white knuckled in his hand.

From behind the blonde boy, Zart snickered and smacked his shoulder. Newt swatted him off in annoyance and looked back to Y/N who was waving at him with a wide smile. He, unfortunately, was stuck where he was and couldn't even lift a hand to wave back. Confused, the girl jogged over to Newt who still stood placidly where he was.

"Hey!" Y/N stopped right in front of him. "You coming to dinner or are you going to stand here forever?"

"UHm—" He cleared his throat, finally releasing his aching hand from the shovel he'd had it clenched around. "Yeah."

"Yeah...as in you're going to stand here? Or you're coming to eat?" Y/N laughed lightly, eyeing Newt, a little baffled by his odd behaviour.

Newt shook his head in embarrassment and ran a hand through his hair. "Dinner. Definitely dinner."

For a quick moment, Y/N looked away and waved kindly at Chuck as he passed by with Thomas. Unable to stop himself, Newt reached out and pinched a piece of the fabric on the arm of Y/N's hoodie. He rubbed it between his fingers and smiled softly to himself as he remembered the softness.

"This used to be mine." He said quietly, finally letting go. "I never grew out of it, I thought I'd just lost it for good."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Do you want it back?" She asked quickly, ready to take it off.

Laughing lightly, Newt put a hand on the girls shoulder and shook his head. "No, no. Keep it. Finders keepers, losers weepers."

"If you ever want it back—" Y/N began to say as the pair started on their way toward the kitchens. She had to run a few paces just to catch up with his long strides.

Newt looked back to the girl as she caught up to him and raised a brow, a small smile crossing his features once again. "It's yours now, love. Alright?"

Y/N nodded thankfully and quickened her pace to keep up with him as they head for the kitchen.