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All in two days - Part 3

Read Part 1 here and Part 2 here (full masterlist on pinned post)

Newt x gender neutral!reader

Direct continuation of Part 2

Has now gone completely off the rails from canon in a linear sense, and has become sort of like a backwards version of death cure with the journey and everything happening in reverse

Warnings: language (normal swearing and Glader slang)

“Y/n, what a wonderful surprise,” Janson smiles cruelly.

Thomas and Aris stare at you in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” They’re standing behind Janson, surrounded by three guards.

“Join us,” says Janson, and you stiffen as he claps a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s take a trip to the cells shall we? Bring the whole party together.”

You resign yourself to your fate as you follow Janson. “We were planning to see what we could get out of Aris over here, but Thomas has happily volunteered to go through the enzyme extraction process tomorrow.”

You look up in surprise, breaking your initial plan of maintaining silence. “Aris hasn’t gone in?”

“Oh he will, soon,” says Janson, looking borderline gleeful at this point, “But so far it’s only been your friends Newt, Teresa, and Minho. The rest have yet to be tested.”

Thomas and Aris stare at you for the whole walk, stunned by your interactions with Janson. You can feel their eyes burning into you.

“Here we are.” Janson signals with his hand and Thomas and Aris are thrown into a cell. You turn, and-

“Y/n?” Newt sounds like he’s seeing a ghost. The rest are looking at you in shock.

“I’ll give you guys a minute.” Janson smirks, and gestures for the guards to leave with him.

“What are you doing here?” asks Newt, standing to meet you. “Did WCKD get you too?”

You shake your head, looking down as you can’t bear to look at them. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

You hear Newt’s soft gasp as he realises. “You sold us out.” He steps back, reeling away from you.

"I-" you can't think of words to explain.

Newt looks away, disbelieving, his expression cycling from shock to hurt, and then to anger.

His gaze hardens as he looks at you again. “So I guess it was true. We didn’t matter to you.” You feel pricks in your eyes as Newt delivers the final blow. “I should’ve known. We only knew each other for two days, after all.”

“Newt…” you whisper, but you have no defence for yourself.

You cast your eyes over the rest of the group. Frypan averts his gaze, and Teresa looks hurt. Minho stares straight at you with an accusing gaze.

“What’d you even do this for?” It’s Thomas. His sad, pained expression breaks your heart.

“Look at them,” says Newt in a voice of poison. “Obviously did it to be treated by WCKD. Good friends with Janson now are you? Just get out of here,” he spits in disgust, but you can see his eyes shining with tears.

You turn and leave, walking faster and faster until you’re sprinting to your room.

The second you enter you crumple to the ground in heaving sobs. You know they have every right to hate you. You know they should hate you. You just didn’t know it would hurt this much.

⭒----⭒

The next morning, you wash your puffy face and channel your pain into strength.

You hit call on the communicator Gally gave you, and tell the rebels you’re ready to begin the plan.

You’ve arranged a walk with two guards for the evening, telling Janson that you were too shaken by last night’s events to walk alone. It’s only half a lie.

Before leaving, you check on Elle and make sure she’s all cleared and prepared to go, cause you’ll be damned if your leaving without your sister.

You meet the guards and walk with them, leading them to the sewer entrance. Just as they’re about to question where you’re going, they’re ambushed and knocked out by two rebels.

“ ‘Sup, Greenie,” Gally greets you.

You wrinkle your nose. “Greenie?”

“It’s what we used to call new members of the group back in the Glade,” he explains. “You’re new, so.”

“Right,” you say, giving him an amused look.

“This is Arya by the way.” He gestures to the other rebel, a tall woman who looks about four, maybe five years older than you. She's got dark brown skin and thick curls pulled back in a tight braid, and you notice a jagged scar just above her left eyebrow.

“I’m enacting the escape part of your plan. Gotta say, you had some pretty good ideas. Simple, but effective.” She gives you a wide grin.

“Thanks,” you smile at her. “Alright, let’s get going.”

Gally and Arya steal the uniforms off the guards, the large masks hiding their faces, before Arya splits off from you and Gally.

You lead Gally back to the compound, praying that no one will notice that you left with two guards and only return with one as you enter the building.

You move quickly to an elevator and go up to the science wing, where your friends are held.

You pull a taser gun off the wall, and shoot down the guards standing outside your friends' cell before they even know what's happening.

“What the-”

“Let’s go,” you say to Gally, ignoring your friends’ shocked faces. He nods and hooks up a device to hack and break through the digital lock.

Within a minute, the lock beeps and the door slides open.

“Come on then.” None of them move.

“Why should we trust you,” Newt says bitingly.

“You have nothing to lose by following me.” Your reply is blunt.

They look at each other, all conflicted.

“We don’t have time for this.” You gesture at Gally. “Can you just…”

He sighs, then lifts his helmet.

Stunned exclamations ring out. “I know, it’s crazy, but we really need to go now. Trust me, follow Y/n.”

You take off down the corridor, moving to the medical wing. “You must have really fucked them up, huh,” comments Gally so that only you can hear.

“Yep,” you say. “You must have done something too though, Thomas looked like he was about to punch you.”

You turn serious as you approach the medical ward. “Ok, this is it,” you tell the group. “After this, we have to run fast, are you all ready?”

At their slightly confused nods, you kick the door open, tearing into the ward. There’s panicked and confused yelling as you point your taser gun at the doctors. “Everyone hands up! We’re leaving now.”

Gally cocks his gun menacingly, telling everyone to back off as you run to your sister.

“Y/n?” she looks at you, scared.

“We’re alright, okay Elle? Remember what I was saying earlier today?”

“It’s time to run,” she whispers.

“That’s right. Good girl. Let’s go.”

Dr Liu grabs your arm as you pass her to leave. “Y/n, don’t do this. Listen to me, you can have a good life here. You’re going to get a house in the City, and we’ll find you a job; you’re already doing so good helping us here. Do yourself a favour and stay here.”

You pause. “I’m sorry,” you say, willing her to let you go.

She levels your gaze for a moment, then releases you. “Go,” she says, jerking her chin at the exit.

“Thank you, for everything,” you say, and you turn to leave.

“Wendy, what the fuck are you doing?” yells another doctor from behind.

“We gotta move fast; they’re gonna call Janson,” warns Gally.

You don’t turn back, holding on to Elle as you run.

You decide to risk the elevator, as going down all those stairs would take too long. Unfortunately, you’re stopped on the eighth floor. You shield your sister and raise your gun as the doors start to open, and you and Gally immediately fire at every guard standing in front of the elevator.

“Shit,” you curse as more guards appear at the end of the hallway. “Grab a gun,” you order the others, gesturing for them steal the guns off the fallen WCKD soldiers. “Not you!” you yelp as Elle bends to pick up a gun.

You all take cover behind a wall, jumping out to shoot when you can.

Newt, Frypan, and Elle are on the left side of the corridor with you, while the rest are on the right side with Gally.

Without thinking, you adjust Newt’s fingers on his gun as he moves to shoot. “Hold like this, remember?” You realise what you’re doing about halfway through the action, but decide ‘fuck it’ and fix his grip anyway.

His expression when you pull away is unreadable.

You’re distracted from Newt as Gally shouts “more coming from behind!”

“We’re not gonna make it here!” you respond. “Follow me!”

You jump up and slide into the nearest room, the rest of the group barreling in behind you. “Help me block the door,” says Minho, gesturing at Newt.

You glance around the small room and realise you’ve got yourself in a dead end.

Elle huddles closer to you as Janson's team starts drilling through the door from the other side.

“Anyone have any ideas?”

“Yeah, maybe,” says Thomas, staring down into a water pool below.

“Oh... fuck.”

You pull your sister aside as the others argue and eventually smash the window.

You kneel down to meet her eyes. “Alright Elle, you’ve been doing so good okay? Now this is gonna be a hard part. We’re gonna drop down, and then climb out. You got it?”

She nods, and you can see as she pulls up her strength. “Good job, I’m so proud of you. We’re almost there alright?” You take her hand and ignore the stares Newt and the others give you. You can tell they’ve started to figure it all out.

“Are we ready?” you call.

Janson’s team breaks through the door.

“Go!”

Everyone jumps and as you land with a splash your grip on your sister’s hand breaks.

You emerge from the water with a gasp, looking around in a panic as everyone surfaces. Where’s Elle?

A drenched head suddenly pops out of the water, and you heave a sigh of relief, swimming over to help her get out.

You snort as Thomas extends his middle finger up at Janson, and your chest warms when he gives you a tiny smile.

“Hey.” It’s Arya, leaning against a stolen car.

“Oh, hey,” says Gally. “How’d you know we were gonna end up here?”

“Saw a gas canister fly out of a window and figured shit went sideways.”

“Yeah, we had to improvise,” you comment.

“Let’s go,” says Arya, everyone piles into the car.

Sirens ring out WCKD cars chase you, but they’re distracted by a massive explosion.

“Stage 2,” announces Arya. You grin as you picture Lawrence blowing up the gates and the rebels storming the city.

As you hoped, Janson and the rest of WCKD's force was too preoccupied trying to catch your group to think about the rebels.

Arya swerves violently as more WCKD cars appear, and you end up directly in the rebels’ riot.

She curses under her breath and accelerates more, speeding you all out of the City.

You let out a whoop as you pass through the hole in the wall, and Gally cheers with you. You swear you can see the barest smile forming on Frypan’s face, and Minho’ expression softens into something that's maybe a bit fond. Maybe you can win them back over.

You turn to Newt, hoping for a similar reaction, but your grin drops as you meet his icy stare.

You face the front, and soon Arya has gotten you to the rebel base. “This is where I leave you,” she says, hopping out of the car.

“Lawrence has agreed to give you guys that van over there,” she points to a solid looking vehicle with enough seats for the eight of you.

“Thank you,” you shake her hand before jumping into the van.

"Good luck," calls Arya, and she turns to leave and join the uprising in the City.

Gally hops in the drivers seat. “Where to?” he asks.

“Just… out. As far away as possible, for now,” you say.

“Got it.”

⭒----⭒

You drive until about midnight, before deciding you’re far enough to be safe from WCKD, and you all take a break to sleep.

When you wake up, you see Elle helping Gally to take food tins out, which must have been gifted by the rebels.

“Guys, I think I have an idea on where to go,” says Thomas over breakfast.

You don't have cutlery, so you've all bent the tin lids into scooping shapes. Thomas digs his makeshift spoon into canned spaghetti, dripping tomato sauce on the ground ask he speaks.

“Right before WCKD got us, we met this group of people who started helping us find the Right Arm. Jorge and Brenda, the people we were working with, managed to get in contact with them. We have the location of the Safe Haven. Do you have a map, Gally?”

You sit back, relaxing and letting words wash over you as Thomas and Gally map out a route to the Safe Haven.

It's an odd peace after escaping WCKD. You look out over the cliff, where you're driving on a road near the coast. Sunlight reflects off the water and makes everything seem brighter.

The group starts to warm back up to you over the drive to the Safe Haven, and the road trip has actually been a really therapeutic experience.

Elle has been pretty helpful since the group loved her immediately, and Frypan had literally forgiven you the instant you explained Elle’s illness and needing a cure for it.

You had a surprisingly moving conversation with Thomas, where a lot of tears were shed. You've also started a daily routine with him where you go for a walk every morning before you start driving again, and you talk about everything while watching the sunrise.

There wasn't really any specific event or talk with Aris and Teresa, they both just started talking to you again, gradually returning to the bond you’d shared way back when you first met.

Minho had given you a mildly angry ‘never do that again’ speech, followed by a tight hug.

You haven't reconciled with Newt, who seems to still hate you. Every time you try to talk to him, he turns away or makes some sort of aggressive comment. He mostly just doesn't look at you, ever.

You decide to ask Thomas about it during one of your sunrise walks. By now, you've gotten further inland, and the ocean isn't visible anymore. The map showed that you'll have to move inland for a part of the drive and then reach the coast again, which is where the Safe Haven is.

You and Thomas sit down on a rock in a sandy area a short distance away from the car.

"What's on your mind?" asks Thomas, noticing your conflicted expression.

"Do you forgive me?," you ask quietly. You look down at your hands. "For everything?"

"Y/n," his voice is gentle. "You didn't... We understand what you did. Elle would've died if you didn't get help. And besides, we're all free now. This is the best result that could've happened."

"Yeah, but..."

"Listen, it's not really about forgiving. It's- We just needed time to adjust; we needed to trust you again," he explains.

"And we do, now," he continues, open and honest. "I trust you."

Thomas gives you a friendly bump with his shoulder. "Except with the car. I definitely don't trust you with the car."

You snort. You'd all begged Gally to teach you driving one afternoon, and you'd been chosen to try it out first. Suffice to say, it did not go well.

You turn serious again. "So it's all okay? With us?"

"Yeah, of course. I think maybe you need to forgive yourself, Y/n."

"It's just- it's Newt."

"Oh... Newt." You can see Thomas scrunching up his mouth as he thinks.

"He hates me," you say, eyes downcast.

"He doesn't," Thomas insists.

You shake your head. "He definitely does."

"No, Y/n." Thomas gestures vaguely with his hands. "It's just- it's different for Newt."

At your raised eyebrows, his hand gestures become wilder. "Aghh- You have to ask him yourself," he says finally.

You groan, flopping back on the rock. "How? He won't even talk to me.

"...And what do you mean 'different' ?" you ask.

"I mean for Newt. This whole thing. It's just different."

When you ask Minho, he simply shakes his head and says the same thing as Thomas. It's 'different'. Whatever that means.

⭒----⭒

After a few days of driving, you're starting to get close to the Safe Haven.

Gally's managed to make contact with a guy named Vince from the Right Arm, and also found out that Jorge and Brenda, Thomas and everyone's friends from before, are also at the Safe Haven.

Yesterday, you had to go through a creepy-looking tunnel that looked like exactly where Cranks would hide. As it turns out, you were all right; the place was full of them.

Luckily, with you hanging out the window and shooting the zombie-creatures, Gally managed to just floor it and race out of the tunnel, the van bouncing as it rolled over fallen Cranks.

Now, droplets of water streak down the window as it starts to rain. You all stare out in wonder when it starts, as it's the first rain you've seen in years.

"We better pull over," says Gally, speaking loudly over the rain as it starts to pour harder. "It's getting dark so it's a good time to stop for today anyway."

He drives over to piece of debris large enough to provide shelter for the group of you, with the van packed a short distance away.

Minho yelps and ducks as lightning splits the sky, the accompanying sound of thunder cracking loudly through the air.

"What, you scared of storms?" you ask with a teasing grin.

"Hey, it's a real fear," he replies indignantly. "Besides, I actually got struck by lightning, so I'm valid."

"Right," you say, expression amused as thunder rings out again.

Elle giggles at Minho from her perch on Frypan's shoulders.

"Hey, we can set up the beds under here," says Aris, pointing under a crumbled ledge.

A few days ago, you raided an abandoned shelter to grab sleeping bags and a single tent, so you, Teresa, Aris, Frypan, and Elle duck under the ledge while the taller guys set up the tent.

As the sky's turned dark, Newt leaves to grab more flashlights from the van, and Teresa lightly tugs on your arm. "Hey," she says. "Go and talk to Newt. Sort out all your stuff?"

"What? What stuff?" you say, averting your gaze.

"Just go," Frypans voice calls from the darkness. You'd thought he was asleep. "Do us all a favour and get your klunk together."

You roll your eyes at Aris' nod of agreement and Elle's encouraging smile, just visible in the weak light of your only torch. "Fine, fine, I'm going."

You get up and walk towards the van, which is parked a shirt distance away.

So far, you’ve been giving Newt space and time, hoping he'll come around after a while, but you miss him. Selfish as it is, you miss the boy who’d cuddled with you on the sand dunes, talking like you’d known each other forever. You’re not gonna ask to get that closeness back, but if he could at least look at you, that would be an improvement.

You walk up to the van, where he's digging through all the stuff trying to find the extra flashlights.

"Hey," you say, standing beside the car door.

“Y/n,” he says, looking up for a second. His tone is surprised and not welcoming.

You run a nervous hand through your hair. “Can we talk?”

“I- Fine, sure.” His gaze returns to the car as he continues searching for the torches.

“I just,” now that you’re here, you don’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry. I know I’ve said that before, but… I feel like, what I did…hurt you more. More than the others, I mean. I wanted to say sorry for doing that.” You try to meet his gaze, but his eyes are downcast as he pulls the torches out.

“I- I don’t know why you were more hurt, or what I can do to help… just please talk to me,” you beg.

His face stays passive and unchanging as he slams the door closed, flashlights bundled in arms.

You follow as he brushes past you and stalks back to the campsite.

You expect to him to ignore you and go into the tent, or maybe he'll just tell you to fuck off. What you don’t expect is him depositing the torches in the campsite and marching off into the storm.

“Newt!” You chase after him, ignoring Thomas' concerned call of your name.

You catch up to where he's standing behind the campsite in the storm, out of sight and earshot of the others. “What are you doing, you’re getting soaked!”

“I can’t- fucking do this any more.” You flinch; normal curses sound worse in his mouth, especially as he throws them at you.

"I'm sorry," you say. "Please just tell me what's wrong; I don't-."

“You don’t know, Y/n? You really don’t know?” You peer through the rain to see him dragging a hand over his face.

You step away. “Newt, let's just go back. I’m sorry, I can- I'll leave you alone."

As you turn to go, he suddenly surges forward. He grabs your arm to pull you back, and then his lips are on yours. He kisses you fiercely, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

You don’t move, stunned.

You don’t get to kiss back, because he pulls away, eyes teary and expression still as thunderous as the storm right now.

“That’s why, Y/n. That’s why I’m more hurt. I loved you, and you sold us out.”

He continues, voice rising. “I felt like a bloody idiot when you showed up with Janson. The whole time I was fighting my own friends, telling them we should have stayed, or we should have made you come with us.

"But in the end, I was the dumb shank who got too attached over two days. Two days. All of that pain and love for someone I knew for two shucking days.

"And you didn't give a shit, Y/n." His voice cracks on your name. "Called WCKD up the day we left, didn't you, ready to throw us away."

You stay frozen as he keeps talking, tears mixing with rain on both your faces.

"And I know why you did what you did; I get it. But do you know what they did to us at WCKD? Every single day, our worst memories, our worst fears, we had to live through them. The worst part is that you clearly didn't care. What, did you think WCKD would just capture us and then pamper us like they did for you?"

"I knew," you whisper. "I couldn't do anything, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't help us! Sorry didn't stop Teresa from coming back sobbing every night. Sorry didn't stop Minho from being thrown back in that cell with ripped up vocal chords and no voice from screaming at whatever WCKD made him see. What you made him see."

"Newt, you can't just- You can't pin that on me," you say, fighting back. "I didn't do that stuff to you. I just needed to save my sister. Do you get that? Elle was dying. So no, you don't get to blame me for what WCKD did you you, or Teresa or Minho."

"I know! I know. But what hurts is the fact that we cared about you. And I was fucking in love with you." He shakes his head. "What's the point anymore."

"I cared about you too - I still do. You're all family to me," you look up at him imploringly. "Can we at least- Can we just try to be friends? I'm never doing anything like that again, I swear. You're all so important to me, I just-"

"I know, Y/n." He sounds defeated, and completely drained. "I'm trying, it's just- it’s so hard. I'm trying, I really am."

The silence stretches on.

Slowly, you reach out to pull him into a hug, giving him time to pull away if he needs. He doesn't though, and his arms tighten around you as he presses his face into your hair.

You pull away gently after a while. "Come on, let's go back. I think we both already got hypothermia."

He doesn't smile, but he does let out a short huff, and you count it as a win.

Thomas and Minho meet you when you walk back to the campsite. "You're both idiots", says Thomas, arms crossed, and Minho chucks a towel at the both of you.

You wrap your towel around your shoulders and turn to Newt, rolling your eyes at Thomas and Minho's antics.

He responds with a half smile; almost a grin. You cheer internally.

Or maybe not so internally, because he kicks you in the ankle with a scoff, and then finally, a proper grin.

Your smile widens until it's stretched across your face, and Newt rolls his eyes. His expression is fond.

"Ugh, come on Thomas, let's just go to bed. They're gonna stand here all night grinning like idiots," Minho turns and ducks into the tent.

"Night," you say to Newt before moving to your sleeping area. He smiles softly in response.

⭒----⭒

After that night, all the stuff with Newt improved a lot. It wasn't magically perfect, of course, but it got a lot better. There were a lot of small smiles and quiet exchanges from then.

At first, you thought that the relationship would just be like that from now; all soft and quiet, and maybe not as comfortable or close as it was before - and you were okay with that.

You expected nothing more than a quiet, peaceful relationship from Newt, until one night when he started teasing you lightly over a game of cards. This eventually escalated into the two of you laughing maniacally and yelling at each other over the game, with everyone else getting involved as well.

The game became chaos, complete with Thomas accusing Elle of cheating, Aris' confused "what is happening", Frypan being shit at shuffling cards and Gally being insanely good at it, Teresa and Minho's combined eye-roll power, and Newt cackling as you started to lose in the game, ending with him ducking behind Minho laughing as you mercilessly threw your cards at him.

So all in all, things are pretty good on the friendship side… emphasis on friend. You haven’t talked to Newt about the whole ‘I was in love with you’ thing, and he hasn’t brought it up either.

Part of you wants to ask him if he’s gotten over you completely. You’re sure he’s not in love with you anymore, but the lack of confirmation leaves room for hope, which is kinda killing you right now.

It took you a while to get it, but you’d realised that you were in love with him while you were with WCKD. And now, it turns out he felt the same. Just… not anymore.

You know logically that it would just hurt to ask, and likely break down the friendship you’ve worked so hard to repair.

It’s just- there’s an ache in you every time he looks at you with that smile, or every time the casual brushes are a little too close for you to pretend you’re not still in love.

And that kiss in the rain… you hate to think that it was both your first and last kiss with Newt.

But you know it’s better this way.

⭒----⭒

After driving a little more, you come off the road from the desert and move into a coastal area. The place is shielded and hidden by mountains, and you realise you must be reaching your destination.

Soon, you see a car in the distance, with two people leaning on it. As you get closer, your friends realise who the people are.

Gally stops the car as your friends jump out and run to greet the two strangers. “Guess that’s Jorge and Brenda,” comments Gally, hopping out of the driver’s seat.

Minho waves you all over. “Jorge, Brenda, this is Gally; he was in the Maze with us. And this is Y/n and Elle, we met them in the Scorch.”

“Nice to meet you,” says Brenda with a grin. Jorge nods from beside her, a matching grin on his face.

“Now,” says Jorge, rubbing his hands together. “Who wants to see the Save Haven.”

You can’t believe this is happening. You look out the window as Gally tails Jorge and Brenda’s car, following them as they lead the way.

“Hey.” Newt nudges you with his elbow, speaking quietly. “This is real. Where we’re going, it’s gonna be safe. WCKD’s never gonna get us again.”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling. You think about Elle; she’ll get to grow up in this safe environment, free of the fear of Cranks and WCKD, or having to scrape food and resources together every day.

You know it’s a big moment for everyone, because the car is silent as you pull up and see a village near the beach, expanding deeper inland. You can see empty huts waiting to be filled by people, and you can see both adults and children moving around the place.

It’s still silent when you get out, and no one speaks as you stand together and look out over the village.

“I get it,” says Brenda. “It was the same for me when we first got here.” She gives you all a reassuring smile. “We’re all safe now.”

Jorge returns, having gone to grab a man you assume is Vince.

“Hey guys, I’m Vince. Welcome to the Safe Haven.”

Hi all, another chapter done! I think there’s just one more coming up, but it’ll be more of a short epilogue-type chapter - they’ll finally get together next chap don’t worry!

This chapter was so fun to write ahhh. First of all, the rain fight and kiss; cliche and overused, I know, but I just had to use it, and it was such a good time writing it. I also loved the short happy moments between the friends - that little paragraph about them messing around playing cards was the most fun thing to write, I was making myself smile while writing it.

Thank you so much for reading, it means a lot to me so ❤️❤️❤️

Part 4 will be up soon!

#the maze runner #tmr newt #newt x you #newt x reader #my writing

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