(Beware! This story is a bit mature(?) If you trigger easily, maybe skip this one. Also, I'm editing this, so if it's not as you remember, I changed Thomas to a new person, Quincy (after John Q. Adams, If anyone wanted to know) because Thomas wouldn't do this.
(Third person POV)
Y/N was at the bonfire for that month's Greenie Day. She was hanging out with her boyfriend, Newt. They were both sitting on a log and drinking, but she was drinking a lot more than he was. It was well-known that Y/N couldn't hold her drinks very well, so she was pretty drunk.
"Y/N, I should I take you to bed," Newt stated.
"Nooo... I'm having funnn," she protested.
"No. You're drunk and need sleep. I'll take you to bed."
He stood up when Alby came up to him.
"Hey Newt, we found something in the Maze today that needs to be discussed right away."
"Now? Okay, wait a second," Newt said and went to Quincy, who was nearby.
"Hey, can you take Y/N to bed? I need to go with Alby for like 10 minutes, and then I'll be back."
"Okay," he agreed with a smirk.
Newt didn't notice and clapped Quincy on the back.
"Thanks, shank."
He jogged off in Alby's direction. Quincy eyed Y/N. She was sitting there and drinking more while laughing. He smiled and went over to her.
"Hey, Newt said to take you to go sleep."
"Ughhh..."
He laughed and picked her up. He put her over his shoulder. She swayed over his shoulder and looked at the fire disappearing in the distance.
(Y/N's POV)
I looked off of Quincy's shoulder and at the ground. He was bringing me in the direction of my hammock. It was still pretty early in the night and nobody else was leaving yet. Not even Chuck, and he had a damn bedtime. I shouldn't have to go to bed this early. I'm a big girl. My vision was a bit blurry since I had drank so much, though.
I assumed we were almost there because Quincy stopped to open the door to the Homestead. He laughed, and I wondered why he did that. He set me down and then I was almost asleep immediately, but I felt him get on top of me.
...
(The next morning)
I had slept in a bit. I sat up in the hammock while running my fingers through my hair. I didn't really remember anything from that last night. My hands went up to rub my head since it was hurting a lot. It was well into the morning, and the sun hurt my eyes, a lot. I turned away from it and sighed, trying to adapt to my new conscious state. Staring at the Homestead's interior, I started to think. Thinking hurt, though, and no matter how much I tried to not think, I still thought about not thinking. A memory came to me, and I furrowed my brows. Last night went by in flashes. I finally started to remember a bit, and it shocked me.
I remember the bonfire, Newt wanting to take me to sleep, Alby talking to Newt, Newt talking to Quincy, Quincy picking me up, almost passing out or sleeping, I couldn't tell, and Quincy was...on top of me.
I sat up in disbelief as I heard distant sentence fragments play in my mind such as "I've liked you", "don't tell him" and other things that led me to know exactly what happened. I remembered knowing that I was too weak to push him off of me, and he overpowered me easily.
I immediately started crying from the memories and went to find Newt. I got dressed and got out of my hammock. It hurt to, though. There was a dull ache in my stomach that was physical evidence of the sick thoughts in my head. I saw Newt and when I was almost to him he turned around. I wrapped him in a hug.
"Woah! Y/N, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked.
"He... he..." I sobbed and pushed my head deeper into his chest. I couldn't say anything. It almost felt like saying it would make it real. But it was real. Saying it just made sure of the fact. He started rubbing my back lightly.
"Who did what to you?"
"Quincy... last night... I tried to push him off..." I cried even harder if that's possible, and I couldn't talk anymore.
"What do you-"
He cut himself off. I looked up at Newt and he was red with anger. His fists clenched and fell to his side. Tears still fell down my face.
"He... forced himself on you?" Newt could barely get out the words after looking at my teary eyes. I nodded. Newt looked like he was ready to kill someone. He ran as fast as he could with his limp to where Quincy would be, and I went after him.
When he saw Quincy, who had turned around at this point, Newt punched him right in the face. Everyone looked on in shock at the fight and was motionless. Newt was now on top of an unconscious Quincy, and he kept punching him. Gally eventually went over and pulled Newt off of him. For such a skinny person, he was still extremely strong. Even Gally could barely hold Newt from him. Clint and Jeff rushed to the man and picked him up to carry him to the Med-Hut.
"What's your problem, Newt?" Gally asked.
"He's the problem! He... Ugh!" Newt shook Gally off of him and stormed off. I ran behind him.
(Afterwords)
Newt beat Quincy so hard he was unconscious for hours and when he woke up he was thrown in the Slammer for what he did and he was banished that same day. Y/N got over it fairly quickly for somebody who had experienced that (because she's our strong queen) and healed.