A/N: Heyy there :) I watched the Maze Runner a few days ago and I LOVED it. I loved the movie and I loved Newt, he's my favorite one, sooo...here's a story about him (and I have been spoilered already about what will happen to him in the third book, grrrr). The story is basically movie-verse, with some dialogues from the book; for instance, when Newt warns the Gladers to leave the girls alone...in the book, it was Alby who said that, but, since he's going through the Changing in the movie, I made Newts saying it instead (the all-protective leader, hehe). Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Maze Runner, only my OC

All she could feel was terror and she had the impression she would throw up at any second. It was as if someone had drugged her and she couldn't remember anything; not how she ended up in this secluded, box-like thing, not where she came from, not even her own parents. Her whole body trembled in shock and, right now, she would rather faint than go through this hell.

Something black right next to her arm caught her attention and she turned her head with much effort. With a gasp, she saw that it was another girl with long, black hair; again, not someone she recognized. The other girl was unconscious, the lucky one; she didn't have this odd sensation that something was definitely wrong, combined with the box moving upstairs.

Upstairs towards what?

The lift sped up and this was the drop that overflowed the glass. Her breath became uneven and she closed her eyes tightly, the darkness surrounding her. Even though, she could not hold back the tears that ran down her cheeks like waterfalls.

Wait a minute…she still had in her mind what a waterfall was, but she couldn't remember her own life? But no, as much as she searched through her mind, she could clearly picture animals, cities, objects, but when it came to her memories about her past, everything was blank. As if something or someone had wiped them away.

But who and why?

The dread of this thought worsened her situation and she curled up in a fetal position to protect herself. The confusion won over and, following the other girl's example, every connection with the world was lost.

The Gladers were gathered to discuss Thomas's case, who had returned with Minho and a stung Alby after a whole night in the maze. Newt frowned as Gally spoke against the newbie, saying that going into the maze despite the rules and killing a Griever for the first time in three years would have very serious consequences for them. Newt considered Thomas his friend and shared his wish to explore the maze and discover a way out, but he knew very well that he had to act wisely. Being second-in-command, he was in charge now that Alby was suffering the Changing, so he had to take everything into account before coming up with a decision. It was as if he had grown up suddenly.

'Minho' he addressed the Keeper of the Runners and everyone fell silent. 'You were there with him. What do you think?'

The boy didn't answer at once, thinking for a few moments. Everyone was watching him, some with curiosity, and Thomas felt something that reminded him of fear gripping him. Everything depended now on Minho and how he had interpreted his actions; running in the maze while being a non-runner, killing one of the creatures that had killed many of them and coming out of the maze alive.

'I think, in all the time we've been here, no one's ever killed a Griever before' Minho finally said. 'When I turned tail and ran, this dumb shank stayed behind to help Alby. Look, I don't know if he's brave or stupid. But whatever it is, we need more of it' he concluded. 'I say we make him a Runner'

An explosion followed his words, the Gladers speaking all at once, others agreeing, others not, and Newt smiling widely at the Keeper's suggestion.

'A Runner? What?' Gally exclaimed in frustration, not expecting that and not believing that the "Greenie" would become a Runner that easily.

'Minho, let's not jump the gun here' Frypan tried to calm the spirits, but his voice was barely heard in the chaos.

'Thomas! Thomas! Thomas!' Chuck, on the other hand, cheered loudly, but when he saw that no one followed suit, he stopped.

'If you want to throw the newbie a parade, that's fine!' Gally spoke angrily and stepped in the middle of the gathering to be heard better. 'Go ahead. But if there is one thing that I know about the maze, it is that you do not—'

An all-too-familiar sound from outside made everyone freeze and even Gally lost his previous energy. It was as if something heavy was coming up to the Glade and, at the same time, a faint alarm ringed. All of them forgot yesterday's events at once as they rushed out of the hut and crossed the field.

'Okay, wait, I know that sound' Thomas stated as he stood next to Chuck and Minho.

'The Box' the young boy with the curly hair reminded him, but he didn't have his usual cheerful expression, on the other hand, he seemed worried and even scared. 'It's coming back up'

'It shouldn't be' Minho hissed and the three friends approached the large area where the Box arrived.

Indeed, the wheel was moving around and the metal doors opened, revealing the closed door of the Box that came once in a month with supplies and a newcomer. That was the case for three years, a regular program and they were used to it. Until now. Newt and Gally, who reached it first, jumped and opened the door, while trying to remain calm. A lot of things had changed and they had to confront it with composure if they wanted to find a solution. Newt jumped inside, the others waiting impatiently, since they could not see what the Box held. Newt's brown eyes, though, widened in confusion as he stared at the Creators' new "gift".

'Holy…' he breathed, eyebrows narrowed.

'Newt, what do you see?'

'Do you see it?'

The Gladers' questions brought him out of his trance and, slowly, he stood upright again, glancing at no one in particular. Indeed, a lot of things had changed, but this was the last thing he expected.

'It's two girls' he explained.

A chorus of questions and exclamations echoed through the Glade as some bent down in an attempt to get a better look at the newcomers, some only looked in shock and some were simply wondering what the shuck was going on here.

'No way!'

'Two Greenies?'

'Two girls?'

'Two girls?'

'How do they look like?'

'How old are they?'

Newt ignored them and stared back at the two female teenagers. The one seemed to be about seventeen, with thick, black hair that fell on her back and the other was around his age, with dark brown, shoulder-length hair. None had their consciousness as they lay down on the floor of the Box, completely shut out of the world.

'That's not bloody half of it' he whispered. 'I think they're dead'

Their bodies were curled, as if they were cold or afraid of something, and Newt tried to jump to a conclusion, but without success.

'What's in her hand?' Gally suddenly asked, pointing at the black-haired girl.

With the rest of the boys watching intently, Newt carefully took a wrapped note the girl in question clutched in her right hand. He stared at them again, as if expecting some kind of movement, but they remained as they were, undisturbed. Newt frowned as he unfolded the piece of paper. Did they know each other? Did they remember?

'"They are the last ones…ever"' he read aloud and stared up at the boys, whose concerned expressions mirrored his. 'What the hell does that mean?'

A loud gasp startled him and he saw that the girl with the black hair had woken up, taking deep breaths, as if she was suffocating, and her eyes had widened as she looked up at the boys, until they focused on a single person. She uttered only one word, but this word was the most frightening bit of everything that had happened.

'Thomas…'

She fell back unconscious, without saying anything else or paying attention to anyone. The Gladers looked at Thomas, silent, but clearly demanding explanations, although Thomas could not give them. He had arrived at the Glade just like the others, with all his memories wiped, how could he explain to them something he didn't understand too? It was true, in those weird dreams he had, the girl had appeared, but he couldn't make any sense of it, while the brunette one was a complete stranger to him.

'Do you still think I'm overreacting?' Gally asked determined, almost triumphantly, and he would have continued if it hadn't been for the new leader of the Gladers.

'Shut your hole, Gally!' Newt snapped at him. 'We can worry about everything later, but first we will look after them. Someone go and get some ropes!'

With the help of ropes made from ivy vines, Newt and Thomas managed to pull the two teenagers out of the elevator and on the cold stone around the Box. The next moment, Clint and Jeff, the two Med-jacks, rushed to their side, each kneeling beside a girl and feeling their pulse and vital signs, with the rest watching with something Thomas could swear was a curious fascination.

'So, what do we do with them?' Jeff asked while pulling the brunette's hair behind her ear to check for a pulse.

'How should I know?' Newt replied. 'You two are the Med-jacks—figure it out!'

'Who said Clint and Jeff had first shot at them?' a Glader asked from the distance and many laughed loudly. 'I'm the next!'

Are you bloody joking? Newt wondered as he anxiously awaited the meds to finish their job. That's all they can think about? The girls are half-dead! He had to fight against the impulse to teach a lesson to these shanks, but, instead, he chose other means and shot them a death glare.

'If anybody touches these girls, you're gonna spend the night sleepin' with the Grievers in the maze. Banished, no questions!' he made clear, mustering his strictest voice that made even Gally flinch; they knew better than question him. Newt, already respected due to his position as second-in-command, had a strength and a determination that it was not wise to underestimate; he was more than capable to fulfill his threat. 'Ain't nobody better touch them! Nobody!'

'Both seem fine' Clint interfered, returning the attention to the actual problem. 'Breathing okay, normal heartbeat. Though it's a bit slow. Your guess is as good as mine, but I'd say they are in a coma. Jeff, let's take them to the Homestead'

There it was again, this numbing darkness.

Blurred silhouettes, distant voices she couldn't recognize…

Everything was so confusing, she just wanted to give up.

She had no idea who she was or where she was.

She was feeling nothing, only emptiness.

Again, she thought she saw someone, like a shade…see his profile through the endless black that surrounded her, but everything else was unclear.

"She will be the last one" she thought she heard a woman saying, but, again, this could only be a dream, because the next second both the shade and the voice faded into nothing, leaving a single letter in her fogged mind.

E.

E?

E for what?

Two hours later, Minho, Newt and Thomas made their way to the Homestead. Apparently, the girls' situation had not improved yet and they wanted a full picture from the Med-jacks, wondering if it was normal to still be in coma. Approaching the girls' beds, they threw a sad glare towards Alby, who was spinning around and gritting his teeth, going through the painful Changing after being stung by a Griever.

'Jeff, what's going on?' the blond boy wanted to know. 'What's the matter with them? Why won't they wake up?'

'Hey, man, I got my job the same way you did' the dark-skinned Med told him, assuring them that they had done everything they could and now they just had to wait.

The black-haired girl was still curled up, her hand balled into a tight fist; the other one, though, was lying on her back, arms by her sides; looking peaceful and vulnerable. Newt's brown eyes stayed on her; she was so calm, unlike the other one, as if she had come to terms with whatever she had faced…or as if she was fighting her inner battles and tried to hide them from the world outside her mind.

Thomas, on the other hand, was focused on the girl who had recognized him; she was a big mystery to him, like everything concerning his past. Why she appeared in his dreams, telling him that everything was gonna change, was beyond him.

'Do you recognize her?' Newt's voice brought him back to reality and he realized that this had given most Gladers another reason to consider him responsible for everything.

'No' he shook his head.

'Really?' Newt insisted. 'Because she seemed to recognize you? What about the other? Does she remind you of anything?'

'No, Newt, I don't remember them. And…What about the note?' Thomas added, reminding them all that the Creators had brought three surprises at once; more newcomers at the same month, and newcomers who happened to be girls, with a note that was anything but comforting. But, right now, Newt couldn't deal with this either, it was too much for him.

'We'll worry about the note later' he decided.

'I think you should worry about it now'

'We've got enough to deal with at the moment' Newt said aloud what he had been thinking earlier; did no one get that they couldn't face a hundred problems at once?

'He's right, Newt' Jeff agreed with Thomas. 'If the Box isn't coming back up, how long do you think we can last?'

'No one said that' Newt answered, trying to convince both Jeff and himself that the meaning behind the note was something else and not that the Creators would stop sending them supplies. 'Let's not jump to any conclusions. We'll just wait until they wake up and see what they know. Somebody has gotta have some answers around here'

Those answers…Three years he hoped for them; for a way out of this place and for answers about who and why put them there with no memories but their names. Three years watching the Runners go into the maze every morning and returning at sunset, expecting something, and every day passing by without a single step forward to find a way to escape. Three years of uneasiness and anxiety, although he was trying to conceal it, but it was there, eating him; the wish to leave that became stronger and stronger.

Maybe these girls had the answers.

But, whether they did or not, they were now part of the Glade and he would make sure that they would be treated as such.

'Okay' Thomas whispered and turned abruptly to leave.

'Where are you going?'

'Back into the maze'

You were wondering whether he's brave or stupid, Minho? Guess what: your question has just been answered!

The Keeper of the Runners rolled his eyes and ran after him, while Newt turned towards the girls again, the usual frown on his face.

'Hey, Newt, you don't have to stay here, mate; we're tending to them' Clint said.

'That's fine; I don't think that they will be very calm when they wake up…They need to be prepared'

The internal pain was killing her.

No physical pain, her body was still numb. The emotional pain, though, was torturing her. It was as if she was drowning in this threatening black, as the confusion and shock didn't have the intention to leave her. She tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't, as if someone was forcing her to keep them close. She took deep and quick breaths again, moved around, wanting to be freed from this torment.

And then it happened.

The miracle.

She could sense something gentle that brought a small light in the darkness and made her feel less trapped, more relaxed. A gentle touch by someone—she didn't know and she didn't care.

'It's okay' she heard a voice again, calm and friendly, like a song. 'Everything's okay…you're safe. Breathe'

And breathing she did, obeying the voice this time. Weird, despite not seeing or remembering the owner, it still managed to ease the pain and the confusion and leave only warmth behind it.

'No one's gonna hurt you…'

There was something else now, besides the light…the letter…no, wait, not letter, it letters!

E…

V…

E…

E. V. E?

Eve?

The realization hit her and finally, finally, she felt warmth and a huge relief as the memory—the first one—appeared and started clearing things.

Those letters…constructed her name.

'Shh… You are fine' the voice spoke again.

And another miracle happened, because the voice helped her find the strength to open her eyes, although with great effort. Through heavy eyelids, she saw a pair of warm, dark brown eyes that stared softly at her, short, blond hair and a comforting smile. No bad after this terrible battle, right? A calming wave overwhelmed her and she closed her eyes again, but not completely, to hold the comforting sight in front of her.

'Eve…' she whispered and stirred to be more comfortable. 'I…am…Eve'

For a moment, she could bet she heard a chuckle, but maybe it was due to the games her mind had been playing with her until now.

'Okay. Now go back to sleep. Everything will be sorted out once you get some rest…It's gonna be okay'

Being only too happy to do as she was told, she shut herself from the world for one more time. This time, though, her sleep was much calmer and the darkness embraced her like an old friend.

Seeing the brunette girl succumbing to sleep, Newt left out a relieved breath, his hand still on her shoulder. He almost freaked out himself when he saw her spinning around, trying to catch her breath, but then he regained his nerves and did his best to calm her down; with success, as he realized.

When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful, green-brown color that was captivating, as her gaze was filled with gratitude. She was like a child, so innocent, and, although nothing was truly okay, Newt decided to leave her in peace until she would have her strength. After all, the other Gladers wouldn't exactly make her life easy here.

And she finally had a name, which still rang in his ears.

'I don't know why they sent you here, Eve, but we will find a way through this'

"Thomas"

This voice in his head made Thomas jump in surprise. He was in the wood waiting for Minho, who would search for reinforcements, since the other Runners had quit after Alby got stung and Thomas insisted to go to the maze to search for more clues. But this voice…it was her voice, he knew that. The voice of the black-haired girl who had briefly recognizing before falling into coma again.

"Tom, we're the last ones. It'll end soon. It has to"

"Tom, don't freak out on me"

"My memory's fading already, Tom. I won't remember much when I wake up. We can pass the Trials. It has to end. They sent the other girl as the last experiment and me as a trigger"

"Everything is going to change"

"It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us"

A/N: Okay, guys, that was it :) Hope you liked it. Do not forget to R&R, please :) xx