A/N: Hello my little snowflakes. I saw the behind the scenes video from the Death Cure and I can't wait. Any of you who know my Maze Runner stories, know that I have a major sweet spot for Newt, so of course this fic is about him. Anyway I got bored during my summer break and decided to write this. Anyway… Enjoy and review 3
PS: This takes place during the Scorch Trials and I'm going to be changing some things so don't hate me too much.
Newt's P.O.V.
We escaped. I can't bloody believe we escaped. After being trapped in that maze for three years, we're free.
"Everything's going to change." The man who just saved us says to us. Frankly, none of us are even listening because we are all trying to comprehend what just happened. Chuck, the little brother of the Glade, the most innocent of us all, was just murdered by Gally, in front of us. He shouldn't have died the way he did. Hell, he shouldn't have died, period. After flying in silence, we land and suddenly all hell breaks loose. We are being pulled out of the helicopter and being told to run. Once we reach the facility, we are thrown into a dark room without any bloody answers.
"Let us out!" Tommy yells as he bangs on the door. Suddenly the lights come on to reveal a large table full of food. We all stare at it for a minute, that is until Frypan calls dibs on the rice. No way is that going to happen. We all rush for the table and begin to eat everything we can reach. After a few minutes, we end up getting a food fight with each other. We cleared the table of every scrap of food, and now we are talking about what to do. After a few more minutes, the door opens. We all stand up and rush for the door.
"You kids doing all right?" A man in a white shirt and black jacket asks us. When none of us answer he keeps talking. "Sorry about the fuss. We had ourselves a bit of a swarm." We all stay silent until Thomas asks the question we are all thinking.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the reason you're all still alive and it's my intention to keep you that way. Follow me please. We'll get you kids squared away." The man walks out and we all reluctantly follow. "You may call me Mr. Janson. I run this place. For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the horrors of the outside world. You can think of this place as a way station. A home between homes, if you will." As we follow, we walk through a sort of hanger and there are pieces of equipment everywhere.
"Wait, you're taking us home?" Thomas asks.
"A home of sorts. Sadly, there won't be much of where you came from but we do have a place for you. A refuge, outside the scorch where WICKED will never find you again. How does that sound?" This Janson person explains as we weave our way through people working on random things. Minho looks over to me with a confused expression.
"Why are you helping us?" Minho asks with his usual level of smart-ass attitude.
"Well let's just say that the world outside in a rather precarious situation and we're all hanging on by a very thin thread. The fact that you kids can survive the Flare virus makes you the best chance of humanity's continued survival. Unfortunately that also makes you a target. As by now, you've noticed." We come to a stop in front of a large, metal door. "Beyond this door, is the beginning of your new lives." Janson pulls out a card and swipes it. The door makes a noise, then opens. "First things first. Let's do something about that smell." He leads us to a bathroom with enough showers so we can all take a shower and not have to worry about holding everyone else up. Janson takes Teresa to a private bathroom while we all take showers. I take off my shirts, look at the scars on my chest and pause for a moment as I think back on how I got most of these. After taking my shower, I see a set of fresh clothes on the bench. I slip on the black shirt and the black jeans and I walk out to meet the others.
"I have never felt this good before." Minho says as he stretches his arms over his head and sighs.
"It certainly has been a while." I say back. As we wait in the hall for the others, a pair of girls walk past us. They appear to be our age. One is blonde with blue eyes and the other is a brunette with green eyes. Blondie is wearing a navy blue button up shirt, a black skirt and black heels. Brunette is wearing a black shirt with black pants and black flats. Both are clad in white lab coats. I could swear that as she passes us, Blondie winks at me.
"Teresa." Thomas' voice breaks me out of my trance. I look over to see Teresa with Janson.
"Now we need to get you guys checked out to make sure everything is okay, medically." Janson leads us to a lab, where people in lab coats are working at different stations. As Minho calls him Ratman, leads each of us to a different station and we all wait for the so-called doctors to come and check us out.
"You must be Newt." A voice says. I turn and see the blonde girl I saw before.
"Yeah." I say. She smiles, sits down in the chair, and wheels herself over to me.
"I'm Doctor Keira Bennitt, but you can just call me Keira." She introduces herself as she begins to check my eyes out. "You must have been through hell out there." She says.
"That's one way of putting it." I smirk. As she pulls back, I see she is sending me a genuine smile.
"I can't even imagine what it must have been like." She says as she pulls out a thing and looks to me. "I'm going to need to take off your shirt." She says with a calm look on her face. I nod and take off my shirt without any problem or uncomfortable feeling. She puts these things in her ears, presses a piece of flat metal on my chest and listens to my heartbeat. I jump a little as the cold metal comes into contact with my skin and I can see a smirk grace her face.
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" I ask.
"I'm seventeen." She says casually as if she's been asked that question a thousand times before.
"A little young for a doctor, don't you think?" I say.
"Tell me about it. I started training at the age of 7. I've been stuck here ever since and let me tell you, it isn't what it seems."
"What do you mean?" I ask as I turn around and face her. When I do, I see how close our faces are.
" Well, just because I'm a doctor, doesn't mean I'm free. I'm a prisoner here. WICKED took me and my sisters in when our parents got the Flare. All we had was each other. Then one day my sisters were taken away and I was sent to medical training. I haven't seen them since." Keira shakes her head, then moves the piece of metal to my back and continues to listen. She turns to me, takes the things out of her ears, and smiles at me. "Remarkably, you're heart and lungs sound perfectly fine. I just need to take some blood from you and give you a few shots and you'll be all clear to join your friends. Sound good?" She asks.
"Yeah. Thanks." I say. She turns around and begins prepare the things she needs. She turns back around and sits back down. "I get where you're coming from." I say suddenly, before I could stop myself.
"I know." She says as she wraps this rubber like material around my arm, rather tightly might I add.
"Ow." I yelp.
"Sorry. I know it's tight but it makes it easier to see your veins and put a needle in them. It'll only take a minute." She sends me a reassuring smile. "You're going to feel a small pinch, but that's it." I watch as Keira puts the needle into my arm. Suddenly I start to feel every faint. "You doing ok?" She asks me. Her voice seems further away than how it normally was.
"Just a bit dizzy. Is that normal?" I ask as she puts her hand to my head.
"Yeah. If you haven't had this done in a while, it can make you a bit light headed and nauseous. Obviously, it's been three years since you've been anywhere near a needle so I should have expected this. You need a little sugar, that'll help." She says. Keira removes her hand from my head and I immediately miss the warmth of her hand. I hear the sound of a cabinet open behind me and suddenly a cookie materializes in front of me. I smile at her as I take it and take a bite out of it. Keira leans back on the counter as she looks at me.
"Wha…" I say with a mouth full of cookie.
"Nothing… It's just… You're so different than what you use to be." Keira says, her eyes not leaving mine. At hearing that, I almost choke on my cookie.
"What do you mean?" I ask as I stand up from the lab table I am sitting on. Bad idea. I feel like I'm about to drop. Luckily, Keira grabs my arm and guides me back to the table.
"That was not a smart move." She sarcastically remarks. I look at her and smirk. I sit down and my headache eventually diminishes. "So what were you asking?" She asks as she resumes taking blood.
"You sounded like you knew me before I got my bloody memories erased." I wince as she takes the needle out of my arm and covers the small hole with a piece of gauze.
"You could say that, but this isn't the time or the place to explain anything. I will eventually but just not right now." She tapes the gauze into place and leans back. "Taking into consideration how you responded to a simple blood drawing, I'm going to wait to give some of your shots but there are some that can't wait." I groan at the thought of more needles in my arms. "You know you can put your shirt back on." She says as she smiles, turns around and grabs a syringe. I glance down and see that I didn't put my bloody shirt back on. Now I'm just embarrassed. I sheepishly put my shirt back on and look back at Keira. It's at this point that I can really study the features of her face.
"How's he doing?" A voice asks. I look toward the source of the voice and see Minho, Thomas and the others all standing there.
"He's doing just fine. Just a few more shots." Keira says without even turning around.
"Mind if we stay?" Thomas asks timidly.
"Not at all. I think he'll take these shots better with some familiar faces around." Keira responds as she turns around with two syringes in her hands. She walks over to me and wipes a cold cloth over a part of my other arm. "Ready?" I nod my head and she gently presses the syringe into my arm and pushes the trigger until all of the liquid inside drains out of it. "One down and one to go." She pulls the syringe out and places it on the table and reaches for another one.
"What exactly are these shots?" Minho stops her.
"These shots give you the nutrients you've been deprived of while you guys were out in the maze." She explains as she slaps his hand away and grabs the other needle.
"You knew we were in the maze?" Thomas asks, preventing her from continuing. She sighs and looks over to him with the syringe still hovering about two inches over my arm.
"Everyone around here did. Group A was and still is the talk of the compound. Now will you people let me finish. If not, we're going to be here all night." She says. I smile at the idea of spending time with her, but not with a needle in my arm. The others throw their hands up in surrender. She rolls her ice blue eyes and is about to put the needle in my arm.
"Who are these people?" Minho points to a picture of five girls on her desk.
"Bloody hell! Minho, will you slim it!" I snap at him. Keira looks at me with a confused expression on her face. She shakes her head and finishes with the syringe.
"You guys are all clear. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some things I need to do, but I will see you all later." She smiles at us as she takes off her gloves, throws them in the trash bin. Then she takes off her lab coat and hangs it on the hook but the door. She walks away and disappears down a hallway.
"Way to go, Newt. You snagged the sexy doctor." Minho says as he claps me on my shoulder. I roll my eyes at him and brush his hand off my shoulder.
"Group A?" A man asks from behind us.
"I guess." Thomas replies.
"Follow me please." The man begins to walk away and we slowly follow him. As we exit the lab, I glance back over my shoulder to see where Keira disappeared. Something about her is familiar but I can't say what. At least, not yet.