TW and TMR - Newtmas

Part 18

Late Night – Thomas & Newt's Room

The room was still. Moonlight poured through the curtains, soft and silver, casting long shadows over the walls. Outside, the sounds of Beacon Hills were quiet — no sirens, no monsters, no chaos.

Just peace.

But inside Thomas's mind... there was none.

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Thomas' POV (Dream/Nightmare)

I was back in the Maze.

Only it wasn't the Maze.

It was twisted — wires where vines should be, concrete soaked in blood. I was running, always running, always just out of reach of something horrible.

I could hear screaming — Newt's voice.

Minho's.

Gally's.

And mine.

WCKD's voice cut through it all.

"Control him. Strip his name. Erase his soul."

I turned around — and I saw myself.

But it wasn't me. It was a version of me, cold and cruel and empty.

I couldn't scream.

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Newt's POV

Thomas started thrashing.

Soft at first, then sharp — sudden jerks, fists clenched, breath ragged like he was drowning in his sleep.

"Tommy..." I whispered, touching his shoulder.

He flinched violently.

"Hey — hey, love, it's okay, it's me."

But he wouldn't wake.

He whimpered — actually whimpered — and that broke something in me.

I slid both arms around him and held him, tight.

"You're safe," I whispered over and over, "You're safe, I've got you, I've got you, please wake up."

Finally — his eyes shot open, wild and wet.

He was shaking.

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Thomas' POV

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe.

But then I felt him — arms around me, grounding me. The panic melted under Newt's hands, under his voice, low and soft and real.

"I'm here," he said. "You're not there. You're not him. You're you, and you're with me."

I pressed my forehead against his shoulder.

"I saw it all again," I choked out. "The Maze. WCKD. Me. What they tried to make me."

Newt didn't speak right away. He just held me tighter, fingers weaving through my hair.

"They didn't make you," he said. "They tried. And they failed. Because you're not what they wanted you to be — you're better. Stronger. Kinder."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

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Later that Night

We laid in silence for a while, his chest rising and falling against my back.

"You think it'll ever stop?" I asked.

"The nightmares?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe not," Newt said honestly. "But I'll be here every time they come."

He kissed the back of my neck. "You're not alone in this, Thomas. Not anymore."

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Scene Ends with a Whisper

In the quiet, I finally closed my eyes again — not because the fear was gone.

But because Newt was still holding me.

And right now, that was enough.