AN: I've always wanted to write a story like this, just because I hate 250 so much. It probably not going to be very canon. (Also, this isn't really me. Just an OC who had the same reaction to Newt's you-know-what as I did. You can see what she looks like in my profile, I'll be writing a short OC bio there.)

EDIT: This is a really bad idea I had that I ended up writing down. Thank you subconscious. :/

I guess it all started when I was reading. I was reading page 250 of "The Death Cure." Tears were streaming down my face. "No," I whispered, "not Newt. Anyone but Newt. Please." I almost couldn't bring myself to finish the rest of the book, but I had to. It took me less than fifteen minutes. After reading that final page, I stretched out on my couch, and closed my eyes. I imagined how it must have felt, to have a bullet blow through your head; probably just as painful as reading it. I had fallen in love with that character, and I had prayed that James Dashner wouldn't kill him. He was my favorite, and now that he was gone, I couldn't imagine life without him. I soon fell asleep, thinking about him.

I was woken up by a pitiful wheezing sound, coming from outside. I looked out of my front window and saw a blue box sitting on my lawn. The Doctor knocked on my door. I ran to the door, and opened it as fast as I could.

"Doctor!" I screamed.

"Well," said the man with the bow tie, "I guess I don't have to introduce myself. But I'll do it anyway. I'm the Doctor, and my sensors picked up a strange, time-anomaly right where your house is. I'm just going to install a timey-wimey-complicated-non-humany thing inside to get rid of it. Then everyone inside will have to leave for one hour unless they want to be evaporated. May I come in?"

I let the Doctor in and he got right to work, constructing a giant...thing, in the middle of the kitchen.

"There's no one here but me," I told the Doctor, "so could I see space?"

"What's your name?" He replied.

"I'm Evelyn, Evelyn Rose."

The Doctor paused abruptly, he looked me in the eyes, and I saw the sadness he hid away. On the outside he looked like a perfectly happy man, but his eyes told a different story. They were old, and sad. Eyes of a man who'd seen too many deaths, and who'd lost too many friends.

The a Doctor grinned. "You want to see space Evelyn Rose? I'll give you space!"

After the Doctor finished installing his thingamajigger, we went outside to the TARDIS. The Doctor snapped his fingers and opened the doors. We walked inside, and I admired the ship. It was bigger on the inside; no matter how many times you saw it, it was still breathtaking.

"So, I'm giving you one trip," The Doctor cautioned, "one trip only. Where do you want to go?"

"Well..." I thought about it for a moment, then replied. "There's someone who I've always wanted to save." If the Doctor was real, then surely...

"Are you sure about this?" The Doctor asked, "This person that you're saving, he's not a key person in time, is he?"

"No. He's not. Besides, no one knew what happened to him after this. We're safe." I was standing at the TARDIS doors, wearing a spacesuit, and holding some fake bullets and a bottle of Doctor said it would cure all and any disease, and that that was one of the only doses he had left. "This was worth it." I had assured him. The plan was to first stop the bullet, then take him inside and inject the serum. All would be well.

I ran out of the TARDIS with only seconds to work with. As fast as I could, I found the gun and replaced the bullets inside with fake bullets. These bullets weren't made out of the right material to kill anyone, but could knock someone out with a straight shot to the head. Now he couldn't die. Part one of my plan was compete. I rushed back to the TARDIS, and the Doctor took off.

The Doctor and I went over the final plan again. Once the TARDIS landed, we would walk outside with our spacesuits and hide. Then once the shot was fired we'd run out and drag the body back to the TARDIS, ready to be cured. So we waited. We waited for only fifteen minutes in the hot sun, but it felt like hours. We started to roast in the heat, and my anxiety levels were rising. What if we were too slow? What if a crank saw us? We'd be dead for sure. The Doctor reassured me that everything would be ok, soon we'd all be in the TARDIS, smiling, just happy to be alive. Then we heard it. The gunshot. The Doctor and I ran from our hiding spot, to where he was lying on the ground, with a bruise on his head. I was thankful it wasn't a hole. Together we dragged him to the TARDIS, making sure that none of the cranks saw us. The Doctor opened the doors and I fell inside, almost baked to death in my spacesuit. But I didn't take it off. I didn't want to risk getting infected. A spacesuit was the only sort of suit the Doctor had for situations like this, but it worked. The Earth's surface was now like a barren planet, and spacesuits would soon be necessary to live there. We pulled his body inside, and shut the doors to the outside. I gave the Doctor the serum and he jabbed the needle into the boy's neck, injecting the cure. It wasn't hard to find a vein, they were all showing, bulging out on his neck. He was almost unrecognizable; with his hair all in a mess, his face covered in scars, dirt, and blood, and his clothes tattered and ragged I doubt anyone would have been able to identify him. But he was alive. That was all that mattered. Newt was alive. Thanks to the Doctor.

AN: Thank you for reading my first Maze Runner fanfiction! Please leave some constructive criticism in the reviews. :)

-Bunny