TMR Glader Imagines

Newt Imagine | It's for the best

Looking back, I think intended for this to be a whole series. I'm not really feeling that inspired by it anymore, though, so that probably won't happen. That being said, it's a decent one-shot, so I suppose I'll just leave it here as is :) Enjoy.

⚠︎Trigger Warnings⚠︎

Rat Man cleared his throat."Okay then. Most of you are immune and have helped us gather invaluable data. Let's get to the list. The following people are not immune: Newt, Y/N, Thea, Amanda..."
He started naming the non-munies. Only you and Newt from group A were not immune, but there were a bunch more from group B. You didn't care, didn't know them anyway, as soon as Newt's and your name were mentioned nothing else mattered. That meant that the two of you were... cranks. You had already noticed the normally so calm and gentle Newt being rather aggressive lately and you'd lost it yourself a bunch of times. You'd just thought it was because of all the horrible things you had been through in the maze trials, but apparently there was more to it. Your best friend and you were cranks. Cranks. You turned your head and your eyes met Newt's. His expression showed pure fear. No disbelief whatsoever, and you supposed you looked the same. You turned your gazes to Thomas and Minho in unison. They looked at you as if Newt and you were already dead, fear, sadness and surprise drenched their eyes. You couldn't hear or see anything but those three, Newt, Thomas and Minho, the three people who meant the most two you in the entire world. Then you swooped back to reality and turned your attention to Janson again. He was still speaking.
"... called a flat trans. It will take you to the Scorch, where you'll be traveling a few hundred miles to the safe haven. Just head for the city and then the mountains and you'll know when you're there. Good luck. Also, high brain activity will hurry the Flare, so try to keep the non-immunes as relaxed as possible for a... safer travel. And don't piss them off, they are already at the first stage of the sickness, making them very... touchy." The Rat Man's face was plastered with a sick smirk. Something inside you wanted to rip off his lips from his face but you held yourself back. Then Janson disappeared in a big cloud of fog.
"For shucks sake, I'm so sick of their stupid illusions!" Frypan screamed. You turned around and faced Newt again. He took your hand and squeezed it lightly.
"We'll get through this, okay Y/N? We'll calm each other down and we'll get to that bloody safe haven and get our so called 'miraculous cure', good that?"
You nodded. "Good that." The rest of the survivors from group A had gathered in a circle around the two of you. They were all talking at once, many of them looked sad or scared. Suddenly a strong voice broke through the roar of talking.
"SLIM IT EVERYONE!" Minho shouted. "Y/N, Newt... God, I'm sorry. We'll get that cure for you okay? Tomorrow we'll leave through that so called Flat Trans and we'll work out way to the safe haven as quickly as possible."
"And who made you the leader, if I may ask?" Someone shouted. Minho opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Thomas.
"His neck tattoo did." Thomas said. Everyone looked confused at each other.
"His what?" Frypan asked. Thomas grabbed Minho's shirt and pulled it down slightly, exposing the side of his neck. As Thomas had said, there was a tattoo. An odd marking. It was letters, words. He showed it to everyone.

Property of WICKED. Group A, subject A7. The Leader.

Everyone was dead quiet when they'd read it. Then they started looking at each other's necks. Everyone said 'Property of WICKED.', what group they were in and what subject they were. But only few had extra text. You looked at Newt's.

Property of WICKED. Group A, subject A5. The Glue.

"The Glue? What the bloody... what's that supposed to mean?" Newt said, his eyebrows knotted together in a confused expression.
"Probably because you're the Glue that holds us all together." Thomas shrugged when he saw Newt's tattoo. He was right, Newt did hold you all together and kept order.
"What does mine say?" Thomas asked. You pulled down his shirt.

Property of WICKED. Group A, subject A2. To be killed by Group B.

"That doesn't sound good..." Minho muttered. He randomly passed by as you held Thomas' shirt down.
"Agreed." You shook your head. "What about mine?" You suddenly asked. Nobody had checked yours yet.

Property of WICKED. Group A, subject A0. The mistake.

"Hey, that's a cheerful one! You're the only one who doesn't actually have a number though... A-zero. Weird." Newt mumbled, reading your tattoo. "How are you a mistake though?"
"Maybe... maybe she wasn't meant to be sent into the Maze. All those weird things happened just after she got there, she was the only one who still had all her memory when she got out of the Box, and she knew how to solve the Maze. That would make sense. And if she wasn't supposed to be sent into the Maze, maybe that's why she doesn't have a number with value." Thomas theorised. That explanation did actually seem pretty sensible...
"Well, it doesn't matter now." Minho muttered. "If we want to survive the second part of these trials, the journey through the... Scorch? Yeah, that's what he called it, then we need to get some sleep now. Rest for tomorrow." He said thoughtfully.
"See, you're already a good leader." Thomas smiled.
"But what if I don't want to be a leader, Thomas? I just want to protect my friends and get them to the safe haven, not be the leader of anything or anyone." Minho said.
"Look, they marked you as The Leader so that's what you're gonna be. I don't bloody care what you want or don't want to do or be, you're the buggin' leader now and we'll do as told. Go give those Shanks some commands." Newt muttered. He did indeed keep order, he was a good Glue. He knew you needed a leader to get through this and Minho was kind of an obvious choice right now. Newt was still pretty moody. Before you hadn't cared much, but now it broke your heart to see him like this. Because now you knew why. And you knew it would not be getting better from here, only worse. You sighed.
"Newt's right. Go tell 'em what to do, Min. To get through this alive, we need a leader. And I honestly don't think it's random, the labels I mean." Minho looked at you for a moment before nodding. Then you went back to the room where you slept with the guys last night. Newt was lying in the bed above yours. You couldn't seem to fall asleep though.
"Newt?" You whispered. "Newt, are you awake?"
"Yeah... can't you sleep either?" He responded quietly.
"No..." then you were both silent for a while.
"Newt, I'm scared. I don't want to become one of them." You finally sighed. Newt jumped down from his bed and just stood there, looking at you.
"I'm scared too. But that's only good, it's sign of our humanity. If we aren't scared we aren't human, that's what Alby always told me. We'll be alright, Y/N. We can get through this together. We'll get the cure and figure all this out. Together. Good that?"
"Good that." You whispered.
"Do you want me to... keep you company? Just for tonight?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously. You nodded and blushed lightly. You and Newt were best friends. Maybe a little more than that - or maybe you just wanted more than that. But you'd known since the Maze, that you didn't have time for such things. Not now, not here. He climbed into your bed and snuggled up close to you. You held him tight as you both fell asleep.