The Maze Runner: Newt Imagines

Promises

You help out as everyone gets prepared to leave for the ambush in the next twenty minutes. You were helping weld more sheets of metal to Jorge's truck to block gunshots. You were trying to do as much as possible here because the guys weren't allowing you to go on the mission. They were worried something might happen to you, and they don't want to save Minho and lose you.

The thought both angers you, and scares you. You didn't want anything to happen to the guys, but you were also worried about Newt. What if you never see him again? Or if he gets hurt, and the others leave him behind? The thought scares you more than anything.

"Hey we got a few more sheets coming," one of the guards for the Right Arm tells you when he sees that you stopped welding while you were thinking. You snap out of your daze, and look over at him, nodding your head. He passes you two more sheets of metal, and you place them on the doors and hood of the truck, making it as bullet proof as possible.

The guard helps you down from the top of the truck, and you start walking away from everyone towards the hammock room for you to be alone for a minute. You were so scared that this might be the last time you saw Newt, but you didn't really want to think about it in all of the chaos.

You slip into the tent, sighing in relief at the sudden drop of noise. It just felt peaceful compared to all the noise and chatter out there. You sit down on your hammock, and place your feet on the ground off the side. You put your elbows on your knees, and rest your head in your hands, taking deep, calming breaths. You sit like that for a minute when someone walks into the tent, opening the flap, and letting in a quick breeze of air.

You look up out of your hands to see the exact boy your worried about. You don't look at him for too long before you put your head back in your hands. You hope he gets the hint that you don't really want to talk to anyone at the moment. Unfortunately he doesn't, and he walks over to you, sitting down on your hammock right next to you.

"Love what's wrong," he asks in a worried tone, putting a hand on your shoulder. You don't pull your face out of your hands, and he sighs. "(Y/n) please talk to me. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong," he says in a mildly desperate tone, worry still evident in his voice.

"Nothings wrong," you growl at him, clenching and unclenching your fists. It was an angry habit that you picked up in the glade, and unfortunately Newt was the only one who knew about it.

"Ya well this," he says, tapping your clenched fists with his finger, "tells me otherwise."

"Newt it's nothing ok! Just go get ready for the ambush," you shout at him, jumping up off the hammock and spinning around to face him. He looks taken aback by your tone, and the anger fades from your eyes almost immediately. You had never raised your voice or gotten upset with Newt, so this startled him. Your breathing heavy as you stare at his shocked face, mentally scolding yourself for shouting at him.

After a minute, you start walking to the exit of the tent, wanting to get away from him at the moment. Again, apparently he had different plans. Just as you were about to leave the tent, you feel someone grab your wrist, and spin you around towards them. You look up to see Newts frustrated expression.

"You're not walking away until you tell me what's wrong," he tells you in a direct tone, only making you angrier that he's not letting you leave.

"Let me go Newt," you snap, trying to jerk your wrist out of his grip. You keep trying to turn out of his grip, failing to each time.

"Bloody hell (Y/n)! Stop fighting me! Calm down," he exclaims as you keep twisting your arm. He grabs your other wrist, and holds it in front of you so you can't escape.

"I'm scared ok," you shout at him, panting, tired from the useless battle against him. "I'm scared. What if you don't make it back? What if I never see you again? What if something happens to you? There are so many shucking what ifs to this mission, so I'm scared! Are you happy now," you shout, anger building back up inside of you.

He looks at you with a sad expression before doing something that surprises you. He lets go of your wrists, and wraps his arms around your body, pulling you into a tight hug. Your still panting, and your arms are trapped between your chests, when he speaks up.

"Is that what this is all about," he asks sadly, holding you to his chest. Your body starts shaking in his hold from both tears and panting. He seems to take that as his answer, and he sighs. "Oh (Y/n)," he mumbles, holding you tighter to his chest. You wriggle your arms out from between your chests, and wrap them around his back, never wanting to let go. You set your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and just relishing the feeling of his body against yours as he pets your hair in a calming manner.

"I'm gonna be fine," he whispers in your ear after a few minutes of him practically holding you. "I promise," he adds even quieter, making you pull away from the hug.

"You should learn to never make promises you can't keep," you whisper to him, a few tears running down your cheeks. He cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs, caressing the soft skin on your face.

"I already did," he says, trying to reassure you that he wouldn't make a promise he couldn't keep. Tears continue to drip down your face as he leans his forehead down to meet yours, still holding your cheeks. You stand like that for a minute when the horn goes off, telling everyone that your friends are about to leave, maybe even not come back. A single sob escapes your lips at the noise, and Newt squeezes you in one more quick hug before he gently pulls away from you, holding you at arms length. "I'll be fine," he whispers before turning around, and walking to the tent exit.

Your breathing heavy as tears run down your cheeks, thinking the worst. You decided there was only one thing you wanted in case of the worst happening. "Newt," you say, making him turn around towards you. You run up to him, and grip the collar of his jacket in your hands, pulling his face down to meet yours in a passionate kiss. Your head tilts to the side slightly as he deepens the kiss, wrapping a hand around the back of your head, and the other around your neck.

It's a slow, passionate kiss, in a way securing the promise he made to you. He breaks away when he hears the horn again, keeping his forehead against yours. "I'll see you soon," he whispers, holding your hand in his tightly. As if he doesn't want to have to look back, he jerks away from you, and runs out of the tent, leaving you standing there feeling cold and scared.

There was nothing to do but wait.

Time Skip my fellow cranks

You laid on your hammock the whole time, not wanting to be with the rest of the group to hear the updates, to scared that one might come in that Newt was hurt or captured. You were hugging your pillow so tightly that you were worried the stuffing might explode out one end, but you didn't care at the moment. You just wanted to know that your Newt, the boy you fell in love with, was going to be ok.