The Maze Runner: One-Shots

Siblings (Newt)

Ever since you'd come up in the box, everyone was suspicious. Why did you have a British accent? Why were you the only girl? Secretly, you did like all the little things that made you different from the boys.

Of course it did help a little that Newt was there, since he had the same accent as you. You'd toyed with the idea of knowing him before your memories were taken from you but there was no way to know for sure. You just decided to not think anything more of it until you knew for absolute certain.

That was, until today happened.

***

Newt greeted you on the way to the gardens and you waved back warmly. You really couldn't shake the feeling that you knew so much more about him than the others did. Kind of like you'd spent a lifetime with him, which only aggravated you more. Why couldn't you remember?

Finally you'd had enough.

You look back to Newts retreating form and jog after him. "Newt?"

He spins around and smiles. "Yes?"

You put a hand on your hip as you come to a stop. "Why are we the only ones with British accents?"

Newts eyebrows furrow and he scratches his jaw. You become more infuriated. You knew he was going to do that! He always did when he actually considered or thought about something.

"W-well I suppose I don't know. I mean I'm sure that whoever put us in here had a large diverse group but for us to have the same accents is a bit odd, yeah?"

You nod and cross your arms. You watch his body language, nearly predicting it. Either you were psychic or you really did know Newt better than anyone here.

Newt threw his arms up after a moment more of thinking. "I don't know. We could be siblings maybe, but we won't until one of us can remember."

Your body goes rigid and you listen to the last word of his sentence as it tugs at something within you.

And then, you remember.

***

"Y/N," Newt says hurriedly. "You need to remember, okay? You have to."

You take in your surroundings. The walls you'd seen a million times, the guards that had kept you here for years. WICKED.

His hands are gripping your shoulders tightly and you nod with a big swallow. "I-Ill try."

Newt casts a nervous glance over his shoulders at approaching footsteps.

"They're sending me up next. I don't have much more time, so all I can ask is that you find some way to remember. It could save us all in the end."

Your eyes tear up and you nod. "Be safe."

Newt lets out an airy laugh and pulls you into his arms. "Of course I will. I have to be there when my little sister comes up, don't I? Someone needs to look after you," he chuckles.

You roll your eyes and rub at the tears in them as he releases you.

Finally the approaching footsteps turn the corner and your throat goes tight. Ava Paige.

***

When you come back to the present, you're shoulders are once again being gripped by Newt. You stare into Newts concerned eyes and he shakes you a little.

"Y/N? Can you hear me?"

You step back and rub at your temples. "Newt," you laugh a little. "I remember now."

Newts eyebrows give their signature furrow and you hug him this time. "You're my brother," you whisper.

Newt goes rigid in your arms and he pulls away. He stares at you with a questioning eye until he realizes that you were serious.

He stares over your shoulder for a moment, but not at anything in particular. He was remembering, like you had.

"You know it too, don't you," you say shakily.

Newts eyes go from over your shoulder to yours slowly. He nods. "Yeah...I think I remember. It's a little fuzzy, but I'm sure of it."

You're hugging each other now and smiling like Minho had just cracked one of his stupid jokes.

"You know it's even funnier when you realize that I was the one who looked after you in the end," you laugh.

"Oh please, the Gladers would've pushed you around without me," Newt smirks.

"Sure," you chuckle. "Sure."