It happened fast.
Y/N was gathering supplies near the edge of camp when Janson's team struck—silent, calculated, cruel. By the time anyone noticed, she was gone. No footprints. No clues. Just a syringe left behind in the dirt.
Newt stared at it, jaw clenched. "WICKED took her."
Thomas stepped forward. "Then we take her back."
The search was relentless. Days passed. Every lead felt like a dead end—until Minho hacked into a surveillance feed and found her.
Y/N was strapped to a table in a sterile glass room. Monitors beeped. Wires ran across her skin. Teresa stood nearby, clipboard in hand, eyes cold.
Newt's fists slammed against the glass. "Y/N!"
Her eyes fluttered open. "Newt..."
Teresa didn't flinch. "She's vital. We need her."
Newt's voice cracked. "She's not a lab rat. She's a person. And you're going to let her go."
Thomas and Brenda broke the lock. Alarms blared. Newt rushed in, unstrapping Y/N, cradling her in his arms.
"I've got you," he whispered. "You're safe now."
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"I've seen pain. I've felt loss. But nothing compared to seeing her like that—hooked up like she was just data to them."
"Teresa said it was necessary. That Y/N was 'special.' But she forgot something: Y/N's not just special. She's loved."
"I carried her out of that place. And I swore, if I had to burn WICKED to the ground to keep her safe—I would."
"She smiled at me later. Weak, but real. And I knew then: we hadn't lost. Not yet."
