Thomas was heartbroken. Newt? It made no sense that the person I feel closest too would be the one torn away from me. I was so distraught, lost in anger, that Newt himself had to snap me out of the shock. The Creators had made me even more incredibly mad then I ever thought possible and so much so that I almost didn't recognize Brenda in the WICKED uniform in the next room.

Brenda. Seeing her gives me false hope for just a few seconds until I realize I was, and always will be, played by WICKED. Anything I felt for her evaporated almost instantly and I added another person to the list of those trying to ruin me. Minho and Newt were all I had, and one of them would be gone soon.

I couldn't accept this. Minho, Newt and I tried our escape, but were quickly shut down. Minho managed a broken nose and a launcher shot to the stomach which earned him a full escort to medical care while Newt and I were placed in a plain room with beds and nothing else.

I collapsed on the floor and said nothing for a long time. Newt had been my best friend and I couldn't bring myself to look at him knowing my feelings were much deeper than that. The recent news made all of the feelings I have been trying to suppress come flooding forward full force. I doubt he knew or even suspected as I tried to mask all I felt for Newt with Theresa and then Brenda, but all I got from them were betrayal.

Newt sat beside me and knew not to speak, but I could tell my selfishness wouldn't help anything and Newt was the true one suffering here. I opened my mouth, trying to find words but all I could do was groan and throw my hands up in frustration.

"Tommy, don't do this to yourself. We all thought we were infected anyway, right? I am shucked, but you don't know how happy I am that you and Minho won't ever get past the Gone." Newt sounded strong, but I could hear the pain in his voice and I did the only thing I knew how. I pulled him into a hug and held him tight. Surprisingly he didn't resist, and that was when I realized we were both crying. We pictured ourselves as strong guys, but WICKED has so wrecked our world that crying seemed like the only acceptable reaction to all of this.

It was several minutes before I collected myself, but I could tell Newt was done trying to be strong. I couldn't have this attitude from him because, rather selfishly, it would make me give up as well.

"Newt, listen to me. You and I are all that is left here, and that slinthead Minho if he can ever control his emotions enough to help us out. We need you. Be strong, I can't..." I had to cut myself off. I don't know if my feelings for him are appropriate right now, but my feelings for him are hindering my ruse of strength.

I guess it has been inevitable. Ever since I arrived in the Glade from the Box I felt out of place, and Newt was the one who I felt a bond with immediately. Chuck was a great friend, and thinking of him still brings a pain to my heart, but Newt was who kept me sane when I could have gone spiraling at any moment.

I was glad that I could keep thoughts from Theresa and everything didn't go directly to her mind because everything I should have been feeling for her was directed only at Newt. The way he called me Tommy, the only person who did so, and how he was always there to put sense into my thoughts or calm me down was what I cherished most about him. Theresa helped in pushing those feelings aside and I actually started to fall for her, which was why her betrayal hurt more than anything in the world. With this I started crying again and it was Newt who pulled me in this time.

"Tommy, I can't do this anymore. I've lost Alby and Winston and countless others. All I have left is Minho, you, and my own head. You've seen the cranks. You know what I will do to you two if I get that way. I can't fathom hurting you. Minho would take me down in a second, but just as I know I couldn't hurt you, you wouldn't hurt me. When it gets that bad, the only difference will be that for you, it is still your choice."

Newt wasn't as oblivious as Thomas had thought. Newt always felt something special for his newest friend, but he always thought of it as a brotherly connection that he never felt before. Learning, however, that he had the Flare and was a danger to his friends and Tommy, something changed in him. He suddenly saw this disease, something he had no control over, as something that disappointed HIS Tommy. When Tommy became his is still unclear, but the change occurred and Newt was unable to hold back. Tommy was lightly sobbing and Newt pulled him closer, planting a kiss softly on head and holding him tight until they both fell asleep on the floor.

A few hours had gone by and I woke up wrapped in Newts arms on the floor of our new cell. He was passed out and a nudge to the side didn't even phase him. I slowly unwrapped myself and sat up on the bed, thinking about what happened just hours before. A kiss that meant nothing in reality had confused me even more. Did Newt have feelings for me, or was it just a soothing gesture done in the spur of the moment?

Just as the thought entered my head, food popping through the hole in the door startled me to attention. I decided to wait a moment and collect my thoughts before I woke Newt and we could eat. I needed to be clear and strong when I spoke to Newt now. Let him know I would do everything for him and would never leave his side. Newt sounded like he didn't want that for me though, so I must convince him that being near him will only help and not hurt.

Newt turned as if he could smell the food and woke with a slight calmness about him that seemed weird to me. He looked around for a second as if trying to remember where he was and then grabbed the food from the floor and sat down next to me.

"It would be nice if we had some way to tell what time it was in here. I feel like I was out for days."

"I think it's only been a few hours," I said, confused by his calmness still. "Although, I am surprised Minho isn't back yet. Maybe they locked him up alone so our leader didn't try to break us out again."

I forced a small laugh, but Newt sensed my concern and simply said, "No one can harm him. He will be back before we had quality time away from him."

I must have gasped or made some sort of noise because Newt looked at me with a slight hint of amusement and confusion. I can't figure out if alone time meant he wanted to be alone with me or just apart from Minho, because I liked the alone time either way. One was just more hopeful for me.

"Ya know what, I've lost my appetite. Tommy, we need to talk." Newt threw his food on the floor and turned to me with a seriousness I've rarely seen before. "I had accepted this for me a long time ago. I actually never expected to leave the Maze, so this is actually an improvement." He laughed but I was way to upset at his reminder of impending doom to laugh with him.

"There is something I have to tell you, and It may seem like the wrong time, but since my time is numbered I don't have any to waste." He took a deep breath as if he was searching his mind for the perfect words. "I need to spend as much of my sane time left with you. I have lost a lot of people, but the though of losing you and never knowing how we fit together is what is hurting me most right now. This is the most selfish thing I have ever done. I am going to be gone sooner rather then later and I don't want to make this hard on anyone so you say one word and I'll be gone."

I was shocked. I was about to say something when the door swung open and in walked two guards carrying Minho. They threw him onto the bed beside us and turned and walked out. Minho groaned and started mumbling obscenities. I was still in shock from what Newt had said that by the time I realize Newt was trying to stuff the other boy under the covers, there was nothing left that I could do to help.

Newt looked worried and was expecting me to say something, but all I could do was shake my head and take a seat on the ground. Newt looked hurt and it broke my heart, but I was all of a sudden scared by the thought of actually expressing how I felt for him.

Newt climbed into the top bed and without saying anyhting, rolled over, his back facing me, and went to sleep. I sat on the floor for hours. I was so positive that I could be strong and be there for him. The reality for me was that this is the third person I felt strongly about and knowing the two girls prior to him hurt me so badly penetrated my brain before my heart heard his words.

I hurt him worse then this disease ever will. And with that thought, I forced myself to sleep to get away from this day.

***Hey everyone. Please Review! I am new to this and wanted to play around with this idea a little bit and I figured here would be the best place to get feedback! I planned this to not be too long and to keep up with how the actual story played out, so there should be few surprises here. Thanks for reading!***