Newt Imagines

Recognition

"How do you know our names?" He asks skeptically. 

I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that I'm blushing before I turn around. "Same reason I have this key card. I work here."

The boys gasp, starting to back away from me as Minho raises his gun. I hadn't planned on this, but I guess looking back now, it was inevitable. They have no reason to trust me. I put my hands up in surrender. 

"Look, I'm sorry. It sounds really crazy, but I've been trying to help you for the past year. I sent you those messages in the maze to get you to Section 7, and shut down the grievers so you could get through. Yes, I know your names, yes I've been watching you. Creepy, but helpful to have the inside hand." I look between the boys, searching for any sign of relaxation. 

Minho still has his gun aimed at my head, and Newt's eyebrows are furrowed into that frown I love so much... FOCUS! All of the gladers stare be down... Except Thomas. He looks at the ground, and I can practically see the confusion running through his mind. Poor kid, probably still struggling with the aftermath of the griever sting. 

Apparent that they still don't trust me, I keep talking. "You can shoot me if you really want, Minho. It'll be better than going back in there, so I don't care. Or you can trust me. Remember I'm the only reason you have that gun, or even have an exit. I'm also willing to bet I'm your best chance out there... I'm sure Janson's told you about the scorch."

The reminder sends a wave of murmurs through the group, still not leading to a conclusion. 

"We don't have much time." I tell them.

"Thomas?" Newt's voice fills my ears, almost making me melt in my shoes. It's so much nicer than I'd imagined... so thick with his accent. FOCUS!

Thomas finally looks up, staring at me with a wild look in his eyes. "Y...Y/N?"

My heart skips a beat. What? My body trembles a little, terrified and excited all at once. That's my name... He knows my name... How?

"How do you know me?" I demand, trying to sound strong. 

"Y...You don't remember?" He asks me, still stammering in shock.

"I have just as many memories as the rest of these boys. Yet another reason to hate WICKED." I roll my eyes.

"We were friends... We all were... Before this." He says. "You..."

A loud crash interrupts him, and a group of guards come running around the corner, weapons at the ready. 

"Look, we can talk later, but right now... WE HAVE TO GO!" I shout at the boys, ushering them through the door and into the scorch. 

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TIME SKIP

Finally, the excitement has died down, after hours of sprinting through the burning heat of the scorch away from the compound. We finally find shelter in an abandoned warehouse, deciding to regroup and sort out a plan. No one has questioned my presence since we left WICKED, having accepted me due to Thomas' revelation. 

The boys all sit in a circle together, talking intensely about plans and solutions to surviving the scorch. I set next between Thomas and Newt, quieter than I've ever been before. Partly because of the tension I'm fighting between the blonde beside me, but mostly because my mind hasn't strayed from the note that lies in my pocket. I watch as Fry-Pan and Minho start to argue over what the best plan is, and take it as my opportunity to talk to Thomas without anyone hearing. 

"Thomas?" I whisper, nudging his shoulder. 

"Yeah Y/N?" I returns my whisper, laughing a little. "I can get used to saying that again."

I smile at his friendliness, "You remember me from before the maze, right?" 

I watch him nod before I continue. 

"Who wrote the reply under the door that other night?"

"I did." A third voice chips in, a heavy accent crumbling my heart.

What? Newt... Newt wrote it? I look up at the boy, thankful for the dullness of the flashlight hiding my red cheeks. His brown eyes stare warmly back into mine, not straying as he smiles lightly. I don't want to take my eyes away, but Thomas interrupts the moment.

"Why?"

My hands shaking, I slip the note from my pocket. It's worn around the edges, from how often I had held it in my hands dreaming of the day where I'd find who had written it. But the writing itself was as clear as it always had been. I hold the note out in front of me for the two boys to read, unable to form words or even look at them.

"You don't remember each other?" Thomas sounds surprised. "I just assumed... I guess it's stupid."

"What?" Both Newt and I say, our voices combining. 

"You were a couple. You... You loved each other so much, it was kind of annoying." Thomas chuckles a little bit. "I don't know why, but I just assumed your love managed to withstand the memory wipe... Kind of stupid now I think of it."

I look up at Newt, turning my attention completely away from Thomas when I find him looking straight back at me. Is that why he felt so familiar? Why just looking at him send roller-coasters of emotions through my heart? We were a couple... and now that was gone. I find myself fighting tears, only to realize Newt is smiling.

"I can't believe I could forget a face like yours..." He whispers, one of his hands tucking my hair out of the way. 

I sigh, the contact feeling right, but unable to speak. My heart sinks, but skips and runs and dances. I don't have him... but I wish I did. It feels so good to be with him, even if I don't remember him. 

"I... I guess I don't know you." He sighs, but his smile doesn't fade. "But I feel like I do."

I finally feel a smile spread onto my own face, realizing that he feels it to. "So where do we go from here?"

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