Newt x Reader || A13

24 | goodbye

I swing open the door to Julian's room, gun extended in front of me, clasped in shaking hands. I close my eyes, allowing my finger to rest home on the trigger. What an unfamiliar place to be.

When I force my eyes open, I find Julian's room to be painstakingly bare.

I stand for a moment, death in my hands and emotions swelling back.

Hatred. Hatred for Julian for making me do this. Hatred for the stupid disease that's ruined my life, forcing me to waste it away in this lab.

But most of all, hatred for myself.

Hatred for finding myself here in Julian's room, ready to shoot one of the only people who's trusted me.

Ready to shoot the only person who loves me.

And I know, in this moment, I can't possibly go through with this.

I drop the gun in an instant, shutting Julian's door and leaning against the wall outside. Angry tears rush down my cheeks as I inhale sharply, my breath coming in shaky sobs.

I can't do this without him.

Every ounce of doubt I had in him is gone. I give myself over fully to his side.

For a moment, I contemplate destroying the serum right now, but it is late and someone will surely hear me.

All I know is we can do that later. I need to find him right now, and I know exactly where he's gone.

- - -

The sprint to the subject A rooms is painful. I have to fight back collapsing on the stone floor, stumbling blindly through the corridors. Once I arrive, I quickly scan my hand on the panel next to the double doors, and as they whir open, I practically fall through.

Before me is the subject A common room. It's a large, circular space with couches and tables for relaxing. To the left are the service rooms where the subjects are tested and monitored daily, and to my right is the dormitory. I stumble through those doors, finding myself in the familiar large room with bunk beds lining the walls. There are too many to count, but the lights are on, which tells me instantly Julian's here.

It's three in the morning. The subjects should be asleep, but air is ripe with anticipation and restless with movement. I find each of the subjects sitting up in their own bed, attention directed towards the center of the room, where Julian stands in his sleepwear, black hair messy over his head and eyes worn down in tiredness.

And while it's an impossible sight; Dr. Paige would never have us before the subjects so casually, to me, he's never looked more real.

"You all need to run." He breathes, "It's hard to explain, but-" He stops abruptly as his eyes meet mine.

For a moment, I think maybe he won't forgive me. Maybe he'll turn his back on me. I deserve that. I deserve all the horrible treatment he could give me in the world.

One look into his eyes, though, and I know I don't deserve the forgiveness he's silently offering.

Without a word, I find myself running towards him, and in an instant, his arms are around around me, and my lips are at his ear whispering countless apologies. We are silent, and the room of tired subjects crumbles away from our knowing. When I pull back, he gives a simple nod, and that's all I need.