How to Save a Life: Newt x Reader (EDITED)

Chapter 30: (SCORCH TRIALS!!!) A Home of Sorts

You drifted to sleep in Newt's arms. You were now dreaming...

You were in the Glade. Everything seemed normal. Everyone was still alive, still at work, except for you and Newt.  You were on the supplies tower with Newt, on a blanket, staring at the clouds, telling each other what each cloud looked like.

"That one looks like a Dragon!" you say pointing at a random cloud in the sky.
"That one over there looks like Gally's eyebrows." Newt said, pointing to a different cloud. You look at the cloud, and you thought it looked exactly like Gally's eyebrows. Two very skinny lines symmetrically next to each other.
"Damn, you're right!" you laughed.

The both of you looked at each other and started to laugh. You got to the point where you were rolling around, making the tower tilt back and forth. Newt then rolled on top of you. "You look so bloody beautiful right now." he said caressing your face with his thumb. You smiled and blushed. He leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You started to make out for what seemed like years.

Then the sky darkened and the walls of the maze started closing in, destroying the Glade. You and Newt immediately broke from you make out session and held each other close. Then, from out of the blue, a Griever came and snatched Newt right from you. It was too late for you to try and hold him back. You screamed bloody murder as you jumped off the tower, trying to reach him.

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You wake up screaming, hearing the sound of Newt's voice. "Y/N, love! We got to go!"
Remembering the dream, you were relieved you heard his voice.  Every inch of reality rushed back to you as you jump out of the helicopter. It was dark outside.

A bunch of men in the same black suits surrounded a big building. You, Newt, and the others head for the building, hearing gunshots and shouts in the distance, and what seemed like a growling noise. As get inside the building, you seemed to be in what looked like some sort of factory. Then one of the men lead you to a different room while shouting "Get inside! hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"What's going on out there?" Thomas asked the man. "Nothing we can't handle." the man replied, then shut the door. Thomas started to bang on the door. Then light came on, revealing a huge table full of food. You all look at it in awe.

"-Dibs on the rice!' Frypan said, starting the first move to the table. You and everyone else rushed to the table also and started filling your plates. You stuff your face with a turkey leg and drink down a whole pitcher of water.

"This is way better than Frypan's slop." Winston said. You all laughed at him, Teresa then decided to throw some of the rice at him, causing a minor food fight. "The rice!" Frypan complained. "The rice!"
Once Frypan did enough complaining, you all finished your food and went to go sit beside the table.

You sat on Newt's lap as he had his arms around your waist, sitting on what looked like a few thick sheets. 

"I don't know who these guys are, but they can cook." Frypan said, as if in a trance. He still was eating food from a plate. He was definitely in paradise. But, his words got you to thinking. 
Who did save us? Why would they help us? Something doesn't seem right?

"But, who are they really, though?" Teresa asked. "I mean, we don't know anything about them"
"-Well, we know they're no friends of WICKED." said Newt.
"That's good enough for me." said Minho, who was laying flat out on the table.
"But guys, we don't know if they're friends of us either. What if they're a different company wanting to do the same thing to us?" you say, playing with one of Newt's fingers.
"-You think too much." said Minho. "We're free. Enjoy it."
"-But, are we really though?" you ask yourself out loud.

You hear the sound of the door opening and you all scurried to the door to see who was there. A man in a leather jacket steps into the door way. "You kids doin' all right?" the man asked. You notice something familiar about him as you looked into is rat-like eyes. You then exchanged looks with the others. "Sorry about all the fuss, we had ourselves in a bit of a swarm. But, it's over now. The threat has passed."

"Who are you?" you ask. The man looked at you. The look on his face showed that he recognized you too. "The person who saved you." the man then gestured you to follow him. He lead you all out of the room, into the factory part of it.

"You can call me Mr. Janson. I run this place. For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the outside world. You all should think of it as a way station. Kind of a home between homes. Watch yourselves."
You walked under someone who was carving metal and sparks flew everywhere. 
"That mean you're taking us home?" Thomas asked. "A home of sorts." said Mr. Janson. "Sadly, there wouldn't be much of where you came from. But, we do have a place for you. A refuge outside the scorch where WICKED will never find you again. How does that sound?"
"Fishy." you mutter to yourself.

"Why are you helping us?" you suddenly ask. The man looked back to you, with the same look he gave you back in the other room. "Let's just say the world out there is in a rather precarious situation. We are all hanging on by a very thin thread."
"-How bad is it?" Thomas asked. "You really don't remember much, do you?" Mr. Janson asked. "God willing, you'll never have to find out." the man turned his back. "What's important is, the fact that you kids can survive the Flare virus makes you the best chance if humanity's continued survival."
You exchange looks with Newt, who takes your hand and squeezes it.

"Unfortunately, it also makes you a target, as no doubt by now you've noticed."
You walk up a door that looked like a small yellow wall.

"Beyond this door lies the beginning of your new lives." he slid a card in a slot and the door opened, revealing a long hallway. "First thing's first." Mr. Janson turned around. "Let's do something about that smell."

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A/N: SCORCH TRIALS! HELL YA! *does a victory dance*

So, the Rat Man seemed to recognize you as you did him...dun dun DUN!

your side of this story is about to get a little more...interesting

You'll find out soon
~Mer-Bear