The Cure: Newt x OC

One Step Closer:

"You have a son Newt. He was born five days ago," Teresa replied. There was no lie in her eyes.

My jaw lowered slightly, "I have a son?"

"Yes. He's beautiful. Bright brown eyes and the cutest smile," She replied with a slight smile. "Tiny little guy though. We weren't sure if he would make it at first."

"And Zoe?" I asked. My heart was racing.

"She's alright. I've been keeping an eye on her."

Daniel put his hand on my shoulder. I covered my mouth with my fist as a stray tear rolled down my cheek.

"I have a son," I said with a stutter quietly to myself.

"Alright we'll get to that later," Gally interrupted.

"Sub level 3," Teresa informed.

"How many others?" I asked.

"28."

"I can make that work," Brenda put down another card at the table she and Jorge were using.

"No you guys don't understand. The whole level is restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID."

Thomas spoke back quickly, "That is why you are going to come with us."

Gally shrugged, "Well I don't know. We don't necessarily need her. Right? Not all of her. All we need is her finger." He walked over to the table and picked up a scalpel. I looked at him.

"Gally, back off," Thomas stepped in.

"We can figure this out," I added.

"What are you squeamish? I can guarantee she's done a lot worse to your kid, Newt."

"That's not the plan. Back off," Thomas stood up and took the blade from Gally.

"Do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door," Our traitor argued. "The censors will pick you up."

"I know, We're tagged. Property of WCKD," Thomas knelt in front of her. "You're going to help us with that too." He showed her the small blade.

             I sat on a chair completely rigid as Teresa worked on the back of my neck. I could feel the sting of the knife working through my skin.

"Don't move," She said.

"No crap."

"Aren't you going to ask about your family?"

"What gives me reason to believe you've in fact been watching them."

"Because I cared about Zoe. She was my little sister. And I care about Charlie," She responded.

I winced when I felt blood dripping down my skin, "Yeah."

"I'm worried for Zoe's heart. We had to emergency operate to save Charlie. He came too early and too quick. Zoe's body couldn't keep up."

"Is she alright?" I was beginning to panic.

"Yes, but the environments they've been using her in are putting stress on her already stressed heart. But it's the only way we can see her brain pattern as we need too."

"That's why I need to get her out," I replied.

"I'm going to help. For Charlies sake," She wiped her hands. "Done."

I took a scrap off cloth and held it to the back of my neck, "If you try to get between me and them Teresa, it's not going to end well for you." I walked away to find my brother-in-law. 

                     Gally threw his rag on the table, "She enjoyed that."

"Probably right," Fry agreed.

"Here, see if these fit," I passed them some uniforms Gally had brought.

"Thanks Newt," Gally rubbed his neck.

I held up my own uniform, "I'm coming baby."

~Zoe~

I ran my hand through the water at my feet.

"HOYA!" Daniel slammed into me.

I went sprawling into the stream before me. I screeched, "DANIEL! I'm telling mom!" I hopped to my feet, scrambled over the wet rocks, and went streaking towards the yellow house on the hill.

I had to laugh at 5 year old me.

When my eyes opened I was staring at the pale lights in the ceiling of my room. Day what? 200 of being stuck in WCKD? I sighed and rolled over onto my side. Being able to fade into my memories made the long days more bearable. My favorite ones were of my boys. The days with Newt in the glade, our nights walking through the trees, and the hours spent cuddling in bed. Charlie too. The first time I held him and fed him. The way he smiled softly in his sleep because he had no idea what was happening around him. I wish I could have kept him in the beautiful peace just a bit longer.

I dragged my butt out of bed just in time for my guard to drop my food off. He put it on my table with his usually nod and walked out again. I ate the oatmeal and bacon I had been given and then took yet another long shower. If I didn't have to pay for the water I might as well make use of it. I washed my hair, scrubbed myself pink, and, then dressed myself. My hair hung in a limp, wet, curtain as I collapsed on the couch. I rolled onto my back and let my eyes close for my usual morning nap. I needed rest before WCKD put me back in my torture chamber.