Stealers (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 22: You're Crazy

A/n - ATTENTION The start of the chapter might not make complete sense to the people reading this story as I'm writing it, I've basically changed the ending of the last chapter so that Gally walks out and completely leaves the gathering before Chuck comes and not as Chuck comes in. Just because I realised that what I was doing didn't really make sense so I had to change the last chapter a little. Anyway, thanks x 

Thomas was up and running for the door before anyone could even comprehend what Chuck had said. I jumped up to to follow him, my heart sinking as I realised what this meant. If the fire was bad enough, there would be no maps. No way to figure out the code. No way to escape. We ran out onto the glade, ignoring Newt and Minho's calls for us to wait as they rushed after us. The fire was bigger than I thought it would be, but at the same time I wasn't surprised. Most of the glade was made of wood, and the map room was no exception of that. I stopped for a second, staring at the growing flames that were quickly engulfing the map room, I felt it swallow my hope along with it. An overpowering desire for escape flooded over me, washing over the hollow despondency. I charged towards the map room, not exactly sure what my plan was but I needed to try something. Before I could even get a few steps in front of me, I felt someone wrap their arms around me and pull me back.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Minho said, turning me so that we were facing away from the fire. He put me down but I spun on my heel, going to run at the fire again. All he had to do what put his arms up, catching me in his grip, picking me up again.

"Minho stop! There might be something we can get!" I struggled in his arms, trying to pull them off me until I was too tired to fight and the flames were clearly too big. He loosened his grip and I fell a little, Newt taking a step forward to keep me up. I didn't care what he or anyone else thought, I lay my head on his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist as a tear I didn't even realise was there, fell onto his shirt. I could almost hear myself break, all the hope and dreams of getting out I had, billowing into the sky along with the black smoke. I looked to my side and saw Thomas with the same look of torn hope in his eye.

"(Y/n) it's okay, that maps are okay," Newt stroked my hair a little, a subconscious move that he used to always do when we were together. I shook my head into his chest.

"Newt look at it," I threw my hand up to point at the now pile of charred wood and ashes, "there's no getting them back." I heard Minho and Newt chuckle a little, suddenly disgusted by their attitude. I was about to explode into another fit of built up anger but Minho cut me off before I could.

"The maps weren't in there," he said, putting a reasurring hand on my shoulder, "we hid them when you told us about the memory you had, just in case the grievers came and destroyed the map room. Didn't think it would burn down though." I stared at him, lost for words as his own words sunk in. I felt the corners of my mouth curve up slowly, the fresh air returning to my lungs and rejuvenating my mood.

"Really?" Thomas had joined us, his expression a completely different picture than a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, it was Newt's idea though," Minho shrugged as if it was nothing. As if it hadn't just saved our lives. I turned to Newt, pulling him into a tighter hug, our faces only a few centimetres apart. I didn't expect the sudden closeness or rush of exhilaration that came along with it.

"Look at you, being smart," I whispered to him, before it became awkward. He smiled down at me, and for a second I thought I saw him lean in closer but he stopped, making me come to believe it was just my eyes.

"You're crazy," he said, laughing lightly. I could feel his heat and the little breaths that came from his nose when he laughed. It would have been that perfect moment to reunite with a kiss but I just pulled him into the hug, resting my head on his shoulder. It was beyond me how we had gone from not speaking to.. this in only a few days, whatever 'this' was. I frowned as I realised all of this could just be platonic to him, maybe it didn't even mean anything.

"Okay lovebirds, do you not want to figure out how the map room burnt to a crisp?" I pulled away from Newt to look at Minho, embarrased at what he had called us.

"That's easy. It was Gally," Chuck chimed in, making us all look down at him with a questioning gaze. He sensed this and carried on, "I watched him run out."

"He really didn't like my plan that much," Thomas scoffed, rubbing his shoe on the dirt, picking up a small clump of grass. "Where did he go?"

"No idea, I came and found you guys once I realised what was going on," he looked around as if searching for him, then shrugged.

"We don't have time to look for him," Newt sighed putting his hand on the back of his neck, "maybe just get a couple people to find him, he can't have gone far. But for now we all need get on with what we need to do."

"Could have gone in the maze," Chuck's voice grew cold as me and Minho shared a concerned look.

"I doubt he would do that," I said, almost certain he wouldn't be that stupid to go in with nothing but his bare hands.

"Well speaking of maze, we better get in there," Minho turned to Thomas breaking the thoughts that had begun during the silence, who just nodded and began walking towards the East doors, leaving me and Newt next to the other keepers.

"Come on, we better get to the maps and see what we can figure out," Newt began walking away, the rest of us following him. I jogged a little to catch up with him, not planning on speaking, just wanting to be there.

"Put them in the weapons room," Newt said to me, not looking away from where we were headed.

"Oh that's smart no one even knows about that," I replied, not entirely sure why he said it. Part of me thought that maybe it was a way to start a conversation, get us talking but the other part told me that I was letting my hope get the best of me.