The Maze Runner - Newt One Shots

“No!” Newt shouted his face turning red from anger. “No, no no! Why would you do that?!” He had reached her position now and he was towering over her, giving her crazed glares. It took her aback when she felt him grab her wrists and pin her against the closed doors, hurting her when her head hit the rock. “Why did you stop? TELL ME WHY!” He yelled at her, not giving her a second to answer. He needed to let his frustration come out one way of another. “You’re so shuckin’ stupid Scarlett! You could’ve made it!”

“Calm the shuck down, Newt!” She replied, getting rid of his grip. “You’re hurting me!”

This seemed to get him out of his trance and he let go of her, taking a step back.

“S-sorry,” he looked away though he clearly wouldn’t give up until she answered, even if he apologized for hurting her. “Why’d you stop?”

“You were so far behind!” She said, shaking her head and burying it in her palms. “Don’t think I don’t know why you let go of my hand! But I couldn’t just leave you behind while I was safe and sound back into the Glade!”

“YES!” Newt shouted once again. “Yes, you could have! And that’s what I wanted you to do!” The blond boy seemed to succumb to panic, his breathing hitched slightly.

“Calm down Newt,” Scarlett soothed him, trying to get his attention by cupping his face with her hands, making him look at her. “Breath in and out, slowly, yes, like this…” It took a couple of minutes before Newt had recomposed himself and his brown eyes stared at her softly, like the calm after the storm. “You alright?” She asked, earning a little nod. “Good that.”

“We can’t stay here,” he noted and she agreed, taking his hands again and carefully leading them away from the door, walking this time. “Seems like we both chose our day to be late for the door closing, yeah?” He tried said playfully, but his attempt to joke was greeted by silence. Not wasting a second, she continued to lead them through the maze, trying to get away from whatever sound could have meant a griever was near them.

Hours later, they stopped walking and sat down in a silent corridor, hidden behind a corner in hope to spend the rest of the night like that, with preferably no griever in sight. It was two in the morning, they had to last four more hours before the doors open again.

“Scar,” Newt called her in a whisper and she snapped her head towards him, almost hurting her neck. She was so tired she could have fallen asleep right on the spot if it wasn’t for Newt talking every now and then. “Why are you here? You’ve never been late, I know it, you’re always an hour early… what happened?”

It was the question she anticipated ever since they got trapped, ‘coz she knew he’d be mad for what she did. Lying wasn’t an option though.

“I was,” she simply said. “Early,” she added when he gave her a questioning look. “But not you.”

“You- you made it to the Glade and went back into the maze because of me?” He almost squealed while saying the last part as if the very idea of it was nonsense to him. But he quickly understood what it implied and if they weren’t busy hiding from the grievers, he would have yelled. “Are you out of your bloody mind, why were you thinkin’?!” She whisper-shouted, earning a frankly annoyed glare.

“I don’t care!”

“Yes you shuckin’ do! Ya think I’m worth this kind of heroic sacrifice? You knew you wouldn’t be back in time but you still threw yourself head first in the lion’s den! What’s wrong with you?” Newt didn’t see the slap coming but he clearly felt it when her hand met his cheek.

He stared at her, puzzled, but it obviously worked since it made him calm down.

“It’s not up to you to decide for who I can risk my bloody life!” Scarlett whisper-shouted back before her expression softened. “I’d rather be here with you than be safely hidden in the Glade, wondering whether or not you’re still alive! If anything happened to you I’d-“ But she couldn’t finish her sentence, the words were stuck in the back of her throat. Tears began to build up in her eyes and Scarlett swallowed them down before Newt could see them. He didn’t need to though, he knew exactly just how much it’d hurt, because he’d feel the same way if she was in danger.