The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

Newt Opened His Eyes

"I understand that this is a lot to process at the current time. You probably have your doubts that this is real and you most likely would like to speak to your friends. I can call Thomas and Minho if you'd like?" She asked, examining him once more. It was as if she knew how to read him as well as an open book. He could see she had genuine happiness, compassion and understanding towards him but he could see deeper than that. There was a permanent sadness in her eyes that one could only notice from years of companionship. So how did Newt notice it?

"Could you do really that for me? Call Thomas and Minho?" Newt asked, hardly keeping the excitement from creeping into his voice.

"Yes, I'll call them now. Would you like me to give you some space?" The girl asked him and Newt couldn't believe his ears. He'd been given another choice to make without being threatened or forced.

"Umm, thanks. I don't mind if you stay though. In fact, I'd rather it if you'd stayed. That way if someone walks in and finds me here you can cover for me and I won't be put through any more buggin' tests." Newt said, but it was only the half-truth. He felt like he knew her, like she was an old friend who'd come to stay for the holidays.

Ariadne nodded and smiled at him. She had a gorgeous smile, he noted. It was bright and warm, almost like the sun. She poked at her smartphone about eight or nine times before passing it to him. He brought it up to his ear and there was a ringing. His mouth went dry and he wondered what he would say.

Somehow 'Hey Tommy! You know how you shot me in the head because I had the flare and everyone thinks I'm dead? Well, I'm not dead and I don't have the flare any more and we're going to finally live happily ever after! I was rescued by this girl who has the same name as an ancient Greek mythological princess!', wasn't exactly how he'd want the conversation to go. Ariadne busied herself with some paperwork and the phone finally stopped ringing. Newt froze. Thomas's muffled voice could be heard from the other side of the phone.

"Hello!? Hello!? Hell- TERESA! HOW THE SHUCK DO YOU USE THIS KLUNKING THING!? TERESA! TERESA, TERES- Teresa I have no idea how to use this thing! It's ancient! Can you hea-" Thomas was shouting. Then Minho's voice could be heard telling Thomas off.

"Thomas, it works like this, you shank. You just hold it up and speak. It's not rocket science." Minho was saying. Then Teresa could be heard.

"Guys, apparently someone important is on the other line. You might wanna talk and not keep them waiting. Here Thomas, hold it like this." Teresa was instructing. After a while, Thomas's voice came in clear.

"Hello, can you hear me? Who is this?" He asked, uncertain that there was anyone on the other end. He smiled at the sound of his friends' voices on the other end. There was no way WICKED could fake that. He knew his friends like the back of his hand. Which meant what Ariadne had been saying must have been true? After a moment Newt decided on the perfect thing to say.

"Name's Newt, Greenie." He said in his thick British accent. There was a loud thump from the other side as Thomas had, Newt was guessing, dropped the phone in disbelief. There was a scramble of voices from the other side belonging to Minho, Teresa, Thomas, Aris, Harriet, Sonya and another familiar voice that Newt couldn't quite place yet. After the commotion had subdued Thomas spoke again.

"Newt? Is it really you? How...how is this possible? I shot...I thought you were..." Thomas stuttered shakily, as if he were talking to a ghost.

"Dead? Nah, you shanks aren't gonna get rid of me that easily. I'm called the glue for a reason, ya know. I kinda just stick around...people get attached. But Tommy, listen here, I'm in WICKED supposedly under the care of a group of people who are working with the Right Arm?"