The Maze Runner -Flare In Flames- |Newt X Reader|

Chapter 35~Is This Real~

Y/N's POV
        I am left standing in a void but not the kind of void one would expect. I squint as my eyes adjust to the brightness. It's as if someone put me in a white room with extremely bright lights. I stare down scanning my hands. My normal skin covered hands. The ground is white, the essence is white, and it extends to farther than an eye can see. Is this a dream? I begin walking. And walking. The void grows and extends farther and farther. "Hello?" I manage to speak expecting someone to hear me. My voice echos down this eternity of emptiness. It feels like hours passes. Weeks even, but I don't stop. I keep going. When will I wake up? This isn't a memory... what the hell is this. Although the void extends more in every direction, a bench suddenly appears before me... as if it just now came from thin air. An individual sits with their back towards me, gazing into the open distance. My usual instinct is to prepare for the worst situation. My guard would instantly go up, but there is a weird peace about this place. Instead of fight or flight, I calmly walk towards the individual sitting next to them. We sit in silence, but there is an odd familiarity about this person. A distinct smell, or even essence of this individual. I look over to this mystery and see someone I never expected to see again. Someone who cared for me when I was so young. Someone who fought for me when I couldn't fight for myself. "Hi honey." The older woman speaks exactly as I remember her. Her smile warms my heart and soul. "Grandma?" Without hesitation, we pull into the biggest hug. A hug that I haven't had in such a long time. I feel tears building in my eyes. She is so real. She pulls away with her hands still on my shoulders. "Look at how beautiful you are! You have grown so much!" This has to be a dream. Right? This isn't real. "I have no words." This is all I can say. All I can do. "You don't have to have words my dear." She pulls me back in, and I feel a sense of security. Something I haven't felt in a long, long time. This has to be real. But how? "Y/N. I am so glad to see you, but you can't be here." I cringe at this statement. "What are you talking about?" I question my grandma as her sweet eyes stare into mine. "Y/N, we are all so proud of you. Your mom, your dad, Tony, Teresa... all of us. But you're not finished yet." I take her hands in mine, "Ava and Janson?" My grandma shakes her head. "You parents. The ones you don't remember. They died early on from the Flare. But we are all cheering you on." Her words bring joy to my body. "You are the cure Y/N. You can save everyone. Which is why I am telling you that this isn't over. You're not finished just yet." I release her hands feeling the pressure I've always felt from being the cure. "What if I can't do it? What if I can't get away from Wicked? Do I just let them make the serum?" She instantly begins shaking her head. "No. You fight and fight until you can't anymore. And when you feel you can't, you remember me and fight more. Don't forget who you are, and never forget what Wicked took from you." Her words bring me encouragement. Hope. Courage. "Look over there. He's waiting for you Y/N." I turn my head to see another person standing in the void. I instantly rotate back towards her. Before I can say anymore, she hugs me again. "Don't forget who you are Y/N. Now go. Save them all."
       I am left running towards the individual in the void. I can barely make out who they are when I hear a faint whisper in my ear. "Y/N." The voice has an accent. That same familiar, beautiful British accent. "Please, breathe." The voice whispers again. Once I reach the individual, I see who it is. Who I am hearing. Newt stands before me with tears falling down his cheeks. The image before me is weird. I watch as he stands before my body lying on a metal hospital table. "Y/N I need you. I need you to wake up." I begin to hear sirens in my ears as if a fire alarm is going off. I look back at my grandma. She stands there watching me with the biggest smile on her face. When I turn back, I walk over in Newt's direction. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I close them tight, imagining that he will really be there when I wake up. My body begins to tingle, and my heart flutters faster than ever. I feel as if I am levitating in mid air, but I keep my eyes closed. I keeps my eyes closed until the sirens and the voice, that beautiful British voice, sound as if they're right in front of me.
       My eyes fly open as air enter my lungs. It hurts to breathe. It feels as if I am being brought back up to the Maze after drowning in the water. I remember this feeling. The pain in my body as my arms hold myself up barely, struggling to get air to my lungs. An individual immediately wraps their arms around my torso with no context. My eyes are still adjusting to the light above me. My ears have slight ring to them. My body struggles as if I have never used this body before. The person pulls away from me, and it's as if my eyes are playing tricks on me. My vision is warped, but all the blindness in the world couldn't stop me from seeing him. His shaggy blonde hair. Those dark brown eyes. He's just as I remembered him before. "Newt?" I question as my vision struggles to focus. "Yes! Yes it's me!" The accent sets in, and my mind begins searching for questions. "Can you walk?" I'm in utter disbelief. I can't seem to concentrate on anything. I start to really feel it now. The exhaustion. The dizziness. "Never mind that. We have to go. I will carry you." Before I can even know what he's saying, Newt lifts me with ease off of the cold, metal table.
       Newt begins rushing down the hallway with me in his arms, yet I still cannot believe that he is right here in front of me. You're supposed to be dead. I watch the concentration on his handsome face as he makes his way through the hospital. Is this another simulation? Is this not real? My head throbs at the thought of losing him again from this fake reality. Realizing that I am still under Wicked's spell. Newt's eyes widen as he stares in front of us, but I cannot see what he is looking at. He panics looking left and right. Instantly, Newt springs to the side, forcing us into a random door. He gently sets me down in this sort of supply closet, then turns to hold his body against the door. His palms forcefully keep the door closed, his head dangles between his shoulders while he takes deep breaths, and his back faces towards me. We stay like this for a few minutes not saying a word. I use all my might to stand to my feet, struggling with the fatigue. "Newt?" His heavy breathing takes a pause before he releases the door to look at me. He's still the same as before. A skinny yet built body. His hair is still that dirty blonde color. His eyes stare at me as they did before with so much care, compassion, and even worry. He still even has that same scar on the side of his cheek from all those years ago. "Please tell me this is real?" I begin to cry, "Pease tell me that this isn't just another simulation." His eyebrows lift in sympathy before he walks toward me. He grabs my waist gently, hunches over to burry his face into my neck. The weight of not only his body, but his emotions crumble on top of me. "I never thought I would see you again." I can hear the cries through his voice. "You are really here. It's really you." And that's when I realize that this is a reality. He is alive, somehow, and he is now mine. He backs away a couple of steps and falls to his knees. I don't think I have ever seen him cry this much ever. I fall down in front of him, forcing his hands from his face. I cup his face with my hands scanning him. "How?" I question with so many questions. So many possibilities. What the hell happened after I left him? "How are you alive?" He smiles shaking his head. "That's a story for another time." He takes my hands from his face and holds them tightly between us. "We have to get you out of here. Aris and your friend Rowan are waiting for me. They don't know you're alive." This sentence shocks me. "What is that supposed to mean?" I guess my shock also plays part in his emotions because he pauses. "Y/N. You died." The words flow smoothly out his mount, but they cram intensely in my ears. "What?" I am surprised, overwhelmed, exhausted. "Look, we will talk more later. I understand you're confused. Bloody hell even I am. But we have to get out of here first." He looks over to the side of the closet where white lab coats and scrubs line the side. His idea does not have to be said because I have the same one. I try to get up before he holds my hands tighter signaling that we are not going yet. I look back at him with caving eyebrows. He takes my face into his hands gently and pulls me closer to him. Our lips connect as the tears begin flowing from my eyes again. The nerves and veins inside me begin to glow in joy. He kisses me harder as my hands find their way to his chest. He pulls away slightly so that are heads are connected, and his hands remain on my face. Our breathing is jagged yet synchronized at the same time. "We will continue this later." He laughs as giggles also erupt from my mouth. "I promise I will explain everything. Let's get you out of here first." Before we part, he pulls me into his arms. My ear hovers over the left side of his chest where I hear the clearest sound of a heart beat. He is real. He is here. The man I love. The man I was so sure died in my arms that day. He is here living, breathing as if nothing had ever happened.

A/N: I know I've been trying to post a chapter a week, but I couldn't wait for this one. Plus I think y'all will appreciate it too! :)