The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

Sweet Dreams

Getting everyone to go to sleep early wasn't a difficult thing that night. Most people wanted to hide out of sight as they mourned, and those that had cried publicly were drained. The one person who refused to go to sleep, however, was Minho.

"Minho, get back here! I can't run after you in heels!" Ariadne whisper-shouted as Minho wove through tables and chairs, evading capture.

"No! I don't want to go to sleep yet Mummy. I'm not tired!" he whined.

"Get your buggin' shank-self over to the house, now!" Newt chased after him with a stern voice.

"Minho, don't you want some warm milk and cookies before bed?" Brenda tried as Thomas and Gally blocked Minho's available exits, trapping him between two long tables.

"I do like cookies..." he tilted his head in careful consideration.

"If you want a treat before sleepy time, you have to listen. If you can go quietly to bed, I'll bring you some cookies and warm milk. Gally will even read you a picture book."

"Really?" Minho's eyes lit up.

"Hey, I didn't agree to this." Gally spoke up.

"But, Captain Gally, please!" their supposed 'leader' pleaded.

"There is no way I am reading you a shucking bedtime story." He shook his head adamantly.

Of course, several minutes and cookies later, Minho was tucked in bed and Gally was sitting next to him.

"And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all." the boy grumbled, an incredibly depressed expression settled over his face.

"This is so getting sent to everyone." Brenda snickered as she recorded the strange scene through a crack in the slightly opened doorway.

"This was a great idea, Brenda. Good thinking." Thomas complemented.

"Don't worry, Thomas. If you ever follow in Minho's footsteps, I'll read you a bedtime story too." the dark-haired girl smirked.

"Speaking of bedtime, we'd better head on upstairs. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Goodnight, you two." Newt gave a curt nod to their friends and rested a large hand on the small of Ariadne's back, leading her to the staircase.

Her feet felt like lead as she ascended to the second floor, almost tripping over the top stair. Thankfully Newt was right behind her to steady her as she swayed. Instead of letting her continue on, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to her room himself. He placed her down and pulled back her sheets as she removed her shoes.

"Make sure you rest, love." he hesitated before throwing caution to the wind and stepping close, taking her face in both his hand to place a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Newt." she whispered breathlessly,