Maze running (a tmr/ Newt fanfiction

Connected

"Tom.. Did you just...." I say, not even able to finish.

I heard his voice.

In my head.

I know it wasn't my imagination.

"The creators, or.. Whatever.. They.. Connected us... Me, you, and you said her name was Teresa, right?" I nod.

"We.. Can talk.. Telepathically."

"See?"

He did it again.

I decided to try it.

I tried to concentrate on just him... Just.. To send the message to him.

"Can.. Can you hear me?"

I tried to ask him.

He nodded and smiled.

"Okay.. Well.. Other than that.. I- I remembered something about her.. She was my best friend.. And you and her were also a couple" I say.

"I-I don't specifically remember her.. But... There's some feeling I got when I saw her" he says.

"Okay, well.. I have to get back to the gardens or Newtie will kill me" I say turning on my heel and running off.

I get to the gardens, and Newt now picking apples.

"Hi" I call out to him. He turns around, and sees me, then smiles. I run towards him, and he kisses my cheek.

"How was Greenie?" He asks. I laugh. "You know, my brother does have a name." I say.

"Shank?" He jokes.

I shake my head smiling.

"Slinthead?"

I shake my head again. "It's Thomas, stupid" I say sarcastically.

He gives me a quick kiss, and goes back to picking apples.

He is so shucking hot.

I go to plant vegetables.

*

A little while later, Newt comes over to me.

"It's time for lunch, love" he says grabbing my hand and walking towards the homestead.

We walk into the kitchen.

"Hey, sweetheart" frypan gives me a goofy smile.

"Hey Fry... Two sandwiches please?" I ask.

He hands me and Newt both a sandwich, and we go and sit with Thomas and Chuck, because queen Minho was in the maze.

Just then, Clint Runs out of the homestead.

"She's up... She got to the lookout somehow" I notice rocks being thrown onto boys holding things above their heads to protect them.

I almost laugh.

I put my hand over Newt's. "I'm gonna see what's happening, okay?" He nods, and he gets up with me, but I start to sprint over, and with that limp he can't keep up with me.

I wonder where he got it.

Huh.

When I get there, I hear a female voice yelling things from the lookout, like "leave me alone!" And "go away!" I see Chuck in the crowd, holding a piece of wood above his head, laughing.

I put a hand on his shoulder, then I decide to yell something.

"T-Teresa?" I yell.

She stops throwing rocks, and the Glade goes silent.