The Maze Runner: One-Shots

Together (Newt)

Newt stood next to you, both of you staring down at Albys new clothes he'd gotten from the box that day.

"Should we hide them?" Newt asks.

"No," you say thoughtfully. "We should wear them."

"This is a bad idea isn't it?" Newt says indifferently.

You nod. "Yep."

***

The Maze doors slam shut in front of you, sealing both you and Newt inside it for the night. You groan and turn, walking slowly further into the Maze.

"I didn't think it was that bad of an idea," you mutter.

Newt sighs and takes the lead. You follow behind him quickly and he turns right at the first corner. You wondered if he remembered a lot of the Maze or if he was just guessing.

"Sooo," you drag out. "What do you want to talk about?"

Newt shakes his head. "How were going to survive in here, or where to hide? Yeah any of those would be helpful conversations."

Newt pushes air past his teeth and walks faster. You jog to catch up to him. An unhappy expression rests on his face and his frown seems to be etched into his mouth. You grab his swaying arm and stop walking.

He turns to you, frustrated. "What?"

"Newt, relax, okay? Were going to be fine."

"Fine," he scoffs. "You know you say that as if we're not stuck in a bloody Maze that's filled with killer creatures."

"We're not! Remember?"

You wait for Newt to recall the last couple days. Your hand slides down his smooth arm and your fingers curl in with his. Then, after a couple moments, a smile spreads across his face and he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry," he sighs. "I nearly forgot. It's just the Maze has been that way for so shuckin long..." He shakes his head again and you nod understandingly.

Minho and Thomas had killed the last of the Grievers two days before. They found that stabbing the Griever from underneath would immediately kill them. They spent the next week eliminating the vile creatures and ridding the Maze of them. That's why Albys first reaction was to send you both into the Maze. No harm anymore, just a metaphorical slap to the wrist.

Newt begins walking again with you by his side. He hums a song you've never heard before and you let a small smile show at his song. He was happy simply being.

"Okay I have an idea."

You turn to Newt, surprised that he'd spoken and broken his song up. "Shoot," you shrug.

"Hide and seek?" Newt raises an eyebrow and turns his head, waiting for your response.

You smirk and place a hand over your eyes. "One...two...three..."

As you're counting, you hear Newts uneven footsteps scurry away somewhere in front of you. You can't hear him after a couple seconds and then it hits you how hard this game of hide and seek was going to be.

"Twenty-nine, thirty!" You remove your hand from over your eyes and begin running instantly. You turn left, the way you thought you'd heard him go. But with the way the walls echoed in here, you could be going the completely wrong way.

"We really should've set up rules," you mutter. He could've climbed the ivy and you could pass right under him. How ironic would that be?

You make your footsteps as quiet as possible, just to make sure he wouldn't hear you and move spots, making the game more difficult than it needed to be. You stick close to the right wall, running your palm against the surface lightly.

After five more minutes of searching, getting lost, and going in a complete circle, you see Newts fingers poking around a corner. You shake your head and walk slowly towards him and place your hand on top of his.

You sigh. "One fatal mistake, Newt."

He turns from the corner and his mouth gapes. "I want a do-over! Not my fault you have eyes that can see apparently very well in the dark."

You shrug and lift his reluctant hands to cover his eyes. You smile widely and turn on your heel the second he begins counting. You take a left and then a right. You continue down the long corridor, making sure that only the tips of your feet touched the pavement to keep the sound from echoing.

You spot thick ivy you could partially cover yourself with if you stood just right. You sprint towards it and take a couple minutes to position it the best you could. Depending on which direction Newt came from, he might just miss you.

It seems like you're waiting in the same spot forever. The ivy was beginning to make your skin irritated and you had about had it with the pestering bugs whose home was the ivy itself. You listen closely for any of Newts footsteps. You knew he was close before, but now? Where was he? You hadn't heard him go either left or right, but he couldn't have just stayed in the same spot.

You slide yourself out from the ivy and brush the dirt and bugs off your arms. You frown. You'd be itching for a week!

You start to jog as quietly as you could towards the next intersection. You check to your left but turn right, making sure that Newt wouldn't see you from behind and you'd be caught. What you actually should've been worried about though, is if he was to your right.

Your body hits into something soft and it falls, bringing you with it. Newt. Both of you groan at the impact but you immediately start laughing. Newt takes a deep breath and chuckles.

"Did no one tell you to check both ways before crossing?" He sits up but you remain laughing on the ground.

"Sorry," you give one last laugh and sigh. "Totally did not see you there."

"Oh really?" Newt rolls his eyes and smiles.

You crawl over to Newt and push him back down so he's laying flat on the ground. You lay next to him and smile with content at yourself.

"What was the point of this?" He asks with playful curiosity.

You shrug. "Might as well stay down. I'm too tired to keep running."

Newt doesn't say anything but instead turns to gaze at you. He reaches over and takes a strand of your hair in his fingers and tries to braid it. A horrified look crosses his face when he accidentally knots it. He pushes the hair pack to you and hopes you didn't notice. You did.

"Who knew the Maze could be so beautiful?" He asks after a moment.

"Minho. He's always bragging about how cool it is out here after all the Grievers are gone."

"True," Newt agrees. You were glad to know that you weren't the only one who noticed Minhos long talks.

Newt yawns and moves closer to you. He takes your hand in his and rubs the back of it soothingly. You close your eyes and cherish the feeling.

Eventually you both fall asleep there, huddled together in the Maze. What was once a place of terror at night was now something mysterious and beautiful, and you really, really liked that.

Maybe you and Newt would have to mess with Alby more often.