A/N: Hiya this is hopefully the first chapter of many. The italics mean they're dreaming in case you get confused.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I am just rewriting what should have happened between our two beloved boys :)
Enjoy!...
This was the third night in a row that I lay awake, unfazed by the darkness consuming me. My dark brown eyes camouflaged easily between the two colours, the whites of my eyes a strangled shade of red from the tears that had robbed my mind of its sanity earlier on.
How come – of all people – this Greenie should be the one to take over my mind in this way. His stance and his eagerness was only one thing that makes him different; his curiosity was something I'd never witnessed.
My hands reached up to my eyes, rubbing them furiously to try and clear my head of all the strange thoughts I was having about…Tommy. That was what I call him. My name for him.
A mixture of a whine and a growl escaped my throat as I began to think about Tommy again. I grabbed the pillow from underneath my head and used it to scream into. My legs curled up into a ball as the screams shook my body until all my remaining energy was sucked away – all the while picturing the stupid shank in my head and wishing for him to be gone.
But I knew that he didn't have a choice to be here. None of us did. So why is he so unique? Why didn't his intrusiveness die when he came up in the box? And what did he know that we didn't?
As the thoughts raced around my mind, the carousel that was my brain began to slow down enough until my eyes closed shut. Slipping into an unsure sleep, I rolled over onto my front. Cracking my eye lids open slightly, I watched as the dying flames danced along the wood until they ceased all together. Then, there was darkness.
I was running. Running faster and faster through the maze. Skidding and sliding, my long legs carried me as fast as I could so I could escape the Griever that had been pursuing me for what felt like days or weeks.
As I turned another corner, I heard someone call out my name.
"Newt!" I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up as I recognised the strong voice. Clearing my mind, I willed myself to keep on moving to escape my oncoming death. But I couldn't move. No matter how hard I pushed, my legs wouldn't carry me any further.
Then, I felt a hot breath on the back of my neck that widened my eyes right open until they hurt. But the imminent death never came. Instead, the voice from earlier spoke.
"You like that, don't you Newt?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Tommy's crooked smile so close to my cheek. His slender hands wound round my waist, up to my neck until he was stood right next to me all too close.
"Tommy," my mouth was free now, "What are you doing," the darker hair boy smirked as a chuckle tickled his throat.
"I can do anything I like. You're frozen, remember?"
He began to press repeated kisses to my cheek as I felt the rest of my body gradually melt away so my limbs were free to move again.
Shoving him away with force, I began to run again. Running and running until I was far away – far away from Tommy and the trouble that came with him.
I sat up with a start, sweat dripping from my body and my breath quick and fast. Swallowing with a struggle, my throat felt sore and exposed from the over-use of my voice from last night.
I fell back into the hammock, groaning.
Forcing myself to rise out of bed, I sat up straight and blinked the sleep away from my eyes. Then I slipped on my shoes and changed out of the drenched shirt, into my only other T-shirt that was a creamy white colour. Walking out of the sleeping area, I rolled up my sleeves and flattened my hair, smiling over at Frypan as he handed me an apple.
"You sure you don't want anything else? Not being rude, mate, but you look jacked," I rolled my eyes and turned the bright red apple in my hand.
"No thanks, Fry. This'll do,"
Biting into the sweet fruit, I took a space on my own at the Breakfast table as everyone else had woken up earlier to get on with their jobs.
In thought, I looked out to the gap in the maze and the layers of vine that crawled up. I shuddered, passing off the returning memories as nothing more than someone who hasn't slept ok for three nights.
That was, until Thomas stumbled over.
"You alright?" I asked him as he plonked down beside me. He rested his head on his hands and moaned into them. I gulped down the piece of apple I was chewing with a swift motion at the sound.
"I'll take that as a no. What's up? Bad dream?" Tommy looked up at me with narrowed eyes.
"It's none of your business," he grumbled back.
Passing the hurt aside, I nudged him playfully.
"Now don't be an ungrateful piece of klunk. You should be lucky you haven't killed yourself yet with the stunt you pulled yesterday," I paused to take a sip of water. "We only have three rules here, Tommy. Number 1: Never go into the maze unless you're a runner. Number 2-,"
"Never hurt another glader, yeah yeah I know," he finished with a wave of his hand.
"So you realise you can't just run off into the maze whenever you feel like it," Thomas turned to look at me dead in the eyes.
"I don't need you telling me what to do," his voice was raised slightly, "I'm not stupid, I only need telling once. So just go away, will you? I don't need you on my back as well,"
I slammed down the cup hard onto the table.
"Know your place, Tommy. I've been here much longer than you have – you've been here for three days and we don't need a Greenie telling us all what to do. Now go find Alby and he'll give you you're next job to try out. Goodness knows you need the stimulation,"
With that, I stormed away off to the builders to try and rid my head of that know it all idiot. What did he, a greenie, know about the maze that I didn't? Nothing. Inhaling sharply, I picked up an axe and began chopping away at the tree stump. But even as I hacked away, my anger soon faded away to be replaced by confusion.
What was wrong with the shank? How is it that he isn't scared stiff of the maze and the creatures that lurk in it?
A reminder of my first few weeks in the Glade flooded back to me, and even though I was terrified, I still wanted to be a runner.
And that was exactly what I did. But what's the point? Back then I was hopeless, tired all the time. I couldn't stop my friends from dying and I never will…so, I jumped. Half way up the ivy and I jumped. Unfortunately, my suicide attempt was a complete failure. A failure I am reminded about every single day when I look down at my damn limp and how it restricts me from ever escaping normally.
A small smile hinted on my lips as I thought about all the things I had to live for now. Alby and Minho. My role as second in command and the people who look up to me.
Tommy.
Even though we were sure as hell trapped here, we can learn to survive. As long as we stick to the rules and remain together, the glade should run as it should be.
