* So after I posted the first part to this, I had like a hundred (exaggerating haha) comments for a part 2. I was planning on killing off the reader and not making a part 2 but I decided to do it anyway. I hope this is what everyone had in mind! And a part 3 is in the works :) *
Third Person POV
The group had done the impossible- they escaped the maze they had been trapped inside for three years. The group had lost many friends both inside the maze the day the grievers began attacking and for their way out of the maze. Their group of 50 had dramatically decreased to less than 10, but they were safe.
They were taken from Wicked and brought to a facility where they were promised safety and resources. Most of the group was more than happy for the new clothes, beds, and food that they were never given in the maze. They slept in like they were never able to do, they ate until their stomachs were full, and laughed with their friends instead of rushing off to work before Alby would notice they weren't working. They felt free.
Newt wasn't the same since (Y/N) left. Not just in the way his depression slowly crept its way back into his mind, but the way he spoke around the other boys. When (Y/N) was here, he would spend every second of his time with her either helping her with her work or hiding somewhere where the two of them could be alone. But now he was still just as busy, only he was filling his time with work.
He became agitated more easily and snapped at the boys quicker than he usually would. He now was the harsher leader of the two of them, and lost most of the other friendships he had besides (Y/N). Nobody realized how much she actually affected Newt, especially him.
Newt was slowly telling the greenie about (Y/N) as the days progressed. He felt very comfortable around the newbie and spent most of his time with him; he became his new and only friend in the glade.
He told him the base of what (Y/N) was- her looks, her basic personality, and generic things the two of them did with each other since he was still too scared to open up with someone. Thomas was happy to hear about this girl and they both wished she could have met him.
Thomas, however, was questioning every choice Newt was making about this entire situation. From the second he arrived in the glade, he didn't agree with what was going on and thus began the uneasiness at this new 'safe place' these people had promised them. The other tried convincing Thomas he was being paranoid, but something was eating too much at Thomas's mind for him to ignore it.
That's how he came to meet Aris, a boy whom the group noticed sitting all alone inside the cafeteria of the facility. The group- along with most of the other teenagers- thought he was crazy, but Thomas believed in the weird kid. Which is why he ended up acting out in front of everybody at dinner.
"You didn't really think they were just gonna let you through?" Newt questioned Thomas with a furious look on his face. He knew Thomas was a little more brave- or stupid- than the others, but he didn't think he was that dumb to try and outrun one of the guards.
"No, of course not," Thomas replied, pulling out the ID card of the guard he ran into. The others sighed and nodded, grateful that Thomas at least had a reason to do what he did. Thomas noticed Newt shaking his head and quickly turned to defend himself. "Newt, they're hiding something. These people are not who they say they are."
"No, Thomas we don't know that," Newt shot back. His darker side coming out and he immediately remembered how (Y/N) was always the one to calm him down. She was the one to keep him from snapping at the boys as quickly as he had, but now he didn't care- he had no one to hide his darker side from.
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Suddenly, the silver vent door was tossed out from under the bed and onto the floor with a loud clinking sound. The group stared at the edge of the bed where a boy's head popped out.
"Hey, Thomas. Did'ya get it?" Aris asked while keeping his legs inside the vent. Thomas flashed Aris the card before crouching onto his knees to slip into the vent like Aris.
"I might just be paranoid, but I have to find out. I have to see what's really going on here." Before Thomas could slide into the vent, Newt put his hand on Thomas's shoulder to stop him.
"I'm coming with you." Thomas's lips curled into a small smile before he pushed his body into the vent. Newt climbed in right behind him after asking the boys to cover for them as best as they could. Newt trusted Thomas- probably the first person he has trusted since (Y/N) left- so he believed Thomas had a reason to think the way he did, especially since it was Thomas's questions that got them out of the maze.
The three boys traveled the short journey through the vents and to the set of doors Aris and Thomas had looked at last night from above. Now, they would be going in them for real. Thomas slid the key down the slot and almost smiled when it lit up green.
They quickly walked through the door and froze until the doors closed again, both keeping people out but locking them inside. Aris and Thomas went first, Newt trailing slowly behind as his eyes glanced over the containers to his right. Each one was filled with blue goo and from what he could tell, a baby griever growing inside.
Another door slid open for them, and each of the boys stomachs dropped and their blood ran cold. Kids were suspended in lines down the room with tubes and wires poking out of their mouths and arms. The kids were also changed into a single pair of gray shorts and a gray tank top that exposed their cold, white skin- the kids weren't dead, but they weren't alive either.
Thomas rushed towards a girl with darker colored hair since he thought the girl had been Teresa, when it had actually been a good friend of Aris's that he lost after arriving here. Guilt spread through the boy when he realized all these days here, he thought she was somewhere safe, only to find her here.
Newt glanced around the room, sickened to his stomach that these teenagers were being treated this way. It maddened him that Wicked had gotten away with this for as long as they had, and they would continue to get away with it until someone stopped them.
Newt's eyes were drawn to the (Y/H/C) hair covering a girls face to his left. It couldn't be, he thought, yet his body was drawn closer to the girl. He looked over the rest of the girl's body that was not covered in wires and recognized the hands hands dangling at her sides.
He pulled the hair back from her face so that he had a good look of her, and his breath hitched in his throat. His heart stopped when he saw her- the girl he thought died in the maze less than a year ago. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were locked shut, most likely to never open again, and her soft lips were covering a thick tube pumping air periodically into her lungs.
"(Y/N)?" Newt panicked as he looked at each of the wires connected to her and planned how to get her down. He called to Thomas and Aris who rushed over at the sound of Newt's distraught voice. They were carefully able to peel the wires from her skin and separate the needle from her arm that was drawing a blue liquid from it. Once Newt pulled the tube from her mouth, she was no longer being held up, and collapsed onto Newt who quickly caught her.
Newt carefully brought her to the floor where he pushed the strands of her messy hair from her face. He tried shaking her to get her to wake up, but she continued to lay lifeless in his arms. The only sign that she was still alive was the faint whistles leaving her mouth as she tried to get air without the pump. Newt couldn't have known how long she had been there, so he didn't know how long her body was relying on the pump for air; this long without it and her heart could stop altogether.
"(Y/N)? Please, wake up, love. I'm here, you can wake up," Newt rocked her, thinking the movement would help stir her awake but mostly for his comfort. He never thought he would be able to see her again, so part of him was ecstatic that he was once again holding her in his arms.
Thomas was the first one to hear the hissing of the door outside the room and frantically hid behind one of the walls in the room. Thomas and Aris were separated from Newt and (Y/N) but Newt was too focused on (Y/N) to even notice- he didn't even see Janson walk into the room.
Newt brushed his fingers against her cold cheeks, hoping to warm them up with his palms and bring back the beautiful color to them. Even like this Newt thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever imagined.
"Please, come back to me," he pleaded. Tears were building up in his dark eyes at the thought of coming so close to having her back, only to lose her again. He shook her body another time, slipping his hand into her hair at the back of her head and tilting her chin up.
This wasn't a fairy tale. He wouldn't kiss his sleeping beauty and she would wake up miraculously and kiss the daylights out of him. She wouldn't come back to him just because he prayed to everything he had ever known to give her back to him. But it still seemed luck was in their favor.
A small whine left her lips before a soft intake of air. Another second passed before her eyes flickered open, revealing her bright (Y/E/C) eyes. Her body seemed in a state of shock for a second, before her eyes fell on Newt and her body tensed. Newt worried for a second she wouldn't remember him, since it definitely seemed like something Wicked was for sure capable of. But instead she smiled, and Newt's world fell back into place.
She was weak, but she lifted her hand up to touch the cut beneath Newt's right eye. It should have hurt, but his skin was on fire where her fingertips touched his skin. He had to continue to remind himself she was here, she was alive, and she was back with him.
"You came back to me," he whispered, aware that there were others in the room that he should not have been caught by, but still needing to tell her that. She promised to come back to him, and while technically she didn't come back, she was still here with him now.
"I-I," she croaked. She had not spoken since the day she was strung up with those tubes so it would take a while for her voice to come back. Nevertheless, she smiled and nodded up at Newt, a tear sliding out of her eye and down the back of her head.
Newt could see Thomas and Aris worriedly trying to get Newt to grab (Y/N) and follow them out of the facility, since he had just gotten concrete proof that Wicked was in fact behind this, but he was still careful with (Y/N).
He lifted her off the ground and into his arms where he carried her towards their safety. (Y/N) laughed because from her recently conscious mind she could only remember Newt, and this definitely was the Newt she remembered- a night in shining armor.
The blond boy hadn't had it easy in three years, but she made it better, and now that she was back she could bring that happiness back to him. She was alive and here for him, and he would certainly take advantage of that. He had a purpose in life again: he had his girl to protect, to keep from danger now that they had to enter the scorch.
Newt whispered encouraging things to her as they rushed back out to the vent to get the others and escape as fast as they could, but (Y/N) didn't need to hear it. She already knew everything was gonna be alright because she was back with him. She already knew Newt was there for her because of the way he kissed her the day she left and the way he looked at her moments ago. Newt had protected her from the first day he met her, to the last breath he would take.
