Stealers (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 14: We Have A Problem

A/n - over 700 reads now woah thank you and cheers to the people that comment and stuff that's pretty cute lmao x 
But yeah without giving too much away Newt is going to reappear in this story don't worry he'll come out of his hole soon, and creds to whoever's art that is :)

A few hours later I was still sat in Frypan's kitchen, but now I was alone. I lay my head on my arms, hoping that the silence that sat in my mind would stay. For a minute, I was calm, a slight breeze blowing through the window, pure bliss on my hot skin. I pushed any thoughts of the maze, Thomas, Minho and Newt, out of mind and when the wind blew past again, I let it take those thoughts with it. It was one of those moments that I could stay in forever. But, like any calm and nice moment in the glade, it was interrupted. 

"I've been looking for you," Thomas sheepishly came through the door, I guessed he'd been stood there for a bit of time, working up the courage to come in. I looked at him and then turned away, placing my head back on the counter. I did want to talk to him but I wanted to go back to the peace. I figured Thomas was the opposite of 'the peace', as I could still feel his presence behind me.

"I thought you were meant to be in the maze," I muttered, still not facing him. I heard him take a few steps forward, slowly approaching me like I was a wild animal he was trying to tame.

"I left early. Minho said to leave you alone but I needed to come back," I didn't say anything so he carried on, "I know you're angry and I know why you're angry and I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry and I know Minho feels the same." I finally turned to look at him and a thick tension built in the air as he waited for me to answer. I was stuck between staying mad at him and letting it go. 

"Well Minho was right. You should've just stayed in the maze," My voice was cold and Thomas seemed surprised by the lack of emotion I had. Or the lack of emotion he thought I had, in reality I wanted to hug him and say it was okay but I didn't think I should give in that easy. Although, I didn't have energy for the tension. He turned to walk out, stunned into silence. He would be gone in less than a second... "Wait!" 

"Yes?" He turned quicker than I thought he would, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to carry on. I didn't even know what to say so I just patted the seat next to me. He slowly sat down, waiting nervously as he played with the edge of his top.

"I don't have the energy to be angry so it's okay," I waited for a second, scanning his face to try and see what he was thinking, "but it's still annoying. You guys need to stop with the whole competition thing, it's actually degrading." He looked away and I could tell he was genuinely sorry, so I reached out and put my hand on his arm, smiling. 

"So I take that as a 'we're friends again'" he laughed, looking at my hand. I chuckled and nodded. "Come here," he pulled me into a hug, picking me up off the floor slightly. I relished the moment, melting into his embrace and the familiar warmth he always brought with it. Although after everything, I still thought of Newt in the last few seconds of the hug. My mind seemed to suddenly click into place as I remembered what he was doing, the dream I had the night of the griever attack floating back into my mind until it was as solid as an actual memory. Thomas seemed to notice my shift in mood and gave me a concerned look.

"I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a few days ago but I didn't know how you would react," I sat him down, trying to figure out what to start with. I could sense him getting more and more anxious the longer I stayed quiet.

"You're not pregnant are you?" he whispered, widening his eyes. I stared at him for a second, throwing my head back with laughter.

"No you slinthead," I laughed again, "I had a dream." He narrowed his eyes at me and crossed his arms.

"That's the big news? You had a dream?" He stood up as if he was about to walk away.

"Yeah, that's obviously it," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes, "No, this could actually be important." He sat back down, looking at me, waiting for me to tell him. I continued to tell him everything: hiding from him and the two older people, the maps, Thomas designing it, him storming off. He listened, but didn't seem shocked when I mentioned that he was there, his possible part in everything. If anything he seemed like he expected it. When I was finished we sat in silence, both thinking. "Do you think it's a real memory?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said simply, "because I've been having dreams. I just didn't tell anyone because I didn't know how they would react." I shifted in my seat, wanting to hear what he had been dreaming of.

"You can tell me," I smiled, I needed him to know he could trust me.

"Well most of them disappear when I wake up, I know I had them but I forget them. The ones I remember kind of sound similar to yours. It's like I had something to do with all this and everything all of you have been through but it's really blurry," he sighed and put his head in his hands.

"Well, you're here now. And that makes you one of us so it doesn't matter," there really was no point in putting all the blame on Thomas, like I said he was here, not wherever the creators were. "I just wish there was some way we could see your memories, they seem valuable."

"Speaking of valuable, you said the maps were the way out, we should go and tell Newt or something," Thomas said. The mention of Newt made my breath get caught in my throat and made my stomach twist slightly so I just pursed my lips and nodded. We turned to walk out the door, picking up speed as I suddenly realised how important my dream might be. I knew right then I should have told someone sooner but how could I have been sure it wasn't something my brain had made up? Or something the creators had put in my brain to throw us off? I didn't even know if that was possible but I didn't want to risk wasting time. But now, it was all we had. 

We opened the door, and as I looked up, Thomas fell back into me, knocking me to the floor. I winced as my bum hit the wooden floorboards, praying that Thomas didn't come crashing down on top of me. He didn't and when I opened my eyes again, Minho was in front of me, a look of terror on his face.

"Are you really that scared that we're not friends?" I joked, pushing myself up off the floor.

"This isn't a time for jokes, we have a problem," he snapped at me, "I am sorry about that but we have something bigger to worry about and you need to come with me, both of you." I felt a heavy sense of dread fill my lungs as I realised how serious he was being, that familiar feeling of fear buzzing through me again. Part of me didn't even want to know what was going on. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the growing darkness of the glade. Some people were running, grabbing pieces of wood, some were hiding and others were stood still staring and pointing at the walls of the glade. I stood in confusion, looking around at the growing chaos.

"Minho, what is going on?" Thomas grabbed him and turned him around, seeming to be as confused as me. Minho breathed in, trying to keep any fear he had inside of him but it was too late. I could see him shaking slightly and his skin was pale and slick with sweat as if he all at once had too many responsibilities to take care of. He looked up from the floor and stared Thomas, uneasiness dancing in his eyes.

"The doors shuck face," I watched Thomas' eyes grow wide as he seemed to figure it out without Minho saying the rest. Soon after I felt my own do the same, the panic that was trickling in now felt like a raging river that had just tore through a dam. 

"They didn't close."