TMR Oneshots (Newt x Reader)

Here With Me

** This one is based on the song Here With Me by d4vd! Some background info: You are a runner. You aren't one of the "original" Gladers, but you have been there for a pretty good amount of time - I'm thinking maybe a year after Alby? You've been a runner for a long time and you're slowly losing hope of ever finding an escape. This is before Thomas arrives. **

I crossed into the Glade with plenty of time to spare. Jack was trailing behind me lightly, breathing evenly. We were both tired, but we didn't stop running until we got to the mapping room, keeping a calm pace the whole way there. We were the first ones back, so nobody else had arrived, yet.

I leaned against the table with a huff.

We were almost done mapping it.

I ran my fingers through my hair with a frustrated sigh. How could we be so close to having the entire thing mapped out but still not have any idea where the exit could be?

"What the hell . . ." I muttered to myself. Jack put a hand on my back sympathetically. I looked up at him to see him giving me a gentle smile. I tried my best to return it, but I know it looked strained.

We started mapping our daily run out in comparison to what we had so far. Minho and Ben ran in a few minutes later, both with straight faces, indicating that they, too, hadn't found anything. I looked at Minho hopefully, but he shook his head with a frown before getting started on his map. I sighed again.

I was done with my mapping after that, so I left the room to retreat back to my hut. I saw another pair of runners returning, waving at me lightly. I gave them a small wave before reaching my hut. I decided it would be best to freshen up as best I could before dinner.

After I tidied myself up, I sat in my room, waiting for dinnertime. I heard a bell somewhere afar off, letting me know that the work day was coming to a close. I sighed, standing from my bed and moving to my desk. I sat down in the chair, grabbing my notebook. I made a short entry while I waited for dinner.

'Day 728

Jack and I are almost done with our assigned section - we should be done by the end of the week, maybe even tomorrow. Everyone is almost done - most of them already are. Minho, Ben, Trey, Carlos, and I are the only pairs left that aren't done and we're all getting antsy. I hate to say it, but my hope is dwindling . . .'

I then flipped the page and continued working on a drawing I started a couple of weeks ago. When it came time for dinner, I closed my book and walked out of my hut.

I saw that most of the boys were already near or on their way to the kitchens. I exited my hut silently, following the dinner crowd. I hoped silently that there would be some potatoes in the meal - I didn't care how they were prepared, I just wanted some potatoes. 

It would make my day a lot better.

I caught sight of Jack and I jogged up to him. He greeted me with a smile as we lined up with the other Gladers for some food. Neither of us said anything - we didn't need to.

When we got to the front of the line, we both got a bowl of stew from Frypan. I really didn't mind his stew - it was the best he could do in this place and I admired him for that. Plus, it had potatoes in it.

It also had corn and beef - two other amazing things. 

There were also green beans, which I personally am not a fan of, but that's okay. Newt will normally take them and give me some of his potatoes or corn in return.

"We're getting there, Y/n," Jack assured as we began looking for our seats. "I'm sure of it."

At that, he turned and went to go sit with his close group. I sighed softly, moving to go find my table. Jack wasn't new, but he hadn't been here that long either. I envied his optimism that I once shared. After over two years in this place, however, that starts to chip away, leaving only the fear and anxiety that lies underneath.