Scene: The generator incident had consequences.
Thomas stood in front of Newt and Y/N, arms crossed, eyebrows raised so high they practically hit the ceiling. "You nearly blew up Sector 3."
Newt opened his mouth. "Technically, it was a controlled—"
"No," Thomas interrupted. "It was a disaster. You locked yourselves in, triggered the emergency alarm, and somehow managed to fry half the wiring."
Y/N shrugged. "We fixed it."
Minho leaned in from the doorway. "And they saved Frypan's sandwich."
Thomas groaned. "I need a full report. Tonight. From both of you."
Later, in the map room, Newt sat at the desk, staring at a blank sheet of paper. He dipped the pen in ink. Wrote "Sector 3 Incident." Then stopped.
Y/N was lying on the couch nearby, reading a book, legs curled up, hair falling into her eyes. She looked up and smiled. "How's the report?"
Newt blinked. "What report?"
She laughed. "You've written three words in an hour."
He sighed, rubbing his face. "You're distracting."
Y/N got up, walked over, and perched on the edge of the desk. "Want help?"
Newt looked at her, then at the paper, then back at her. "I'd rather kiss you than write about how we nearly died."
Y/N leaned in. "Then do it."
He did.
The report was late. Thomas rolled his eyes. But Newt didn't care.
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"Thomas was furious. I get it. We nearly melted the bloody generator."
"But Y/N? She made the chaos worth it. Even when I was supposed to be writing, she was the only thing I could focus on."
"That kiss at the desk? Felt like the world stopped spinning for a second. And honestly, I'd take that over a perfect report any day."
