So, this is early and... just read.

Chapter Warnings: Someone has a nightmare and has a panic attack that isn't on screen. Truth comes out.

"Newt, run. You've gotta run," a female voice full panic said, her accent was what made Newt hesitate, it was like his, British someone had once called it. He had no memories of ever meeting anybody with an accent the same as his before. "Sam, Newt, they're coming."

Newt was at that tipping point where he wasn't quite awake but he wasn't fully asleep either and he wasn't dreaming but a strange, familiar voice echoed in his ears, barely heard over the cracks of thunder outside.

"Leave him, please! Newt!"

The sound of the girl's scream jolted Newt awake just as lightning flashed through the windows, illuminating eerie silhouettes across the room. It took a second for him to realise that someone was actually screaming and it wasn't just a voice in his head.

He reached blindly for the lamp that was on the floor, flicking it on at the same time Thomas and Brenda turned on theirs. Newt's hand hovered over his Glock that sat on the floor next to the lamp as his eyes scanned the room.

"Sonya, babe, wake up, it's just a memory. It can't hurt you anymore."

Newt followed the sound of Harriet's voice to see her sitting up in her hammock, looking down at Sonya with a look of anguish on her face as Sonya made broken, strangled noises in her sleep. On Sonya's other side Aris stood, his lips moving like he was murmuring something but his words were too quiet for anyone else to hear.

"Newt, no!"

Newt's heart jumped as he realised that the British voice in his dream, wasn't in his dream; it was Sonya.

"Aris," Minho said, rising to his feet with a hollow look on his face. "Is it—"

Aris looked back at him and gave the slightest of nods and Minho's head dropped. The word WCKD hung, unspoken in the air with all the memories of pain and torture.

Newt slid out of his hammock, moving slowly towards Minho so as not to startle him.

"Minho," he murmured and Minho flinched like he'd just yelled into his ear.

Minho glanced up at him with a slight grimace that Newt was sure was meant to be a comforting smile.

"Sorry," he murmured, but Newt shook his head, reaching out to squeeze his friend's shoulder comfortingly.

"Newt," Harriet said, looking up from Sonya with a tear stained expression. "She's dreaming about you. I don't—can you—" She broke off helplessly.

Newt nodded, moving past Minho to stand next to Aris. "You said it was a memory," he said, "but—I've never really spent time with her like this."

Harriet bit her lip, looking between Sonya and Newt with a conflicted expression before she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Newt," she said, "I can't tell you. That's up to Sonya."

Newt hesitated for a second, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before nodding, looking back down to Sonya who was muttering something incoherent in her sleep.

"Sonya," Newt tried gently. Sonya's face twitched at his voice.

"New', no. No, Newt! No! No!"

Newt ducked backwards as Sonya's arm swung out, her nails narrowly missing the side of his face. Newt caught her hand before she could swing again, he held it between his own firmly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as Harriet pressed Sonya's other hand against her lips.

"Sonya, its Newt," he tried again, "I'm here. I'm okay, I'm safe. We're safe. You're dreaming."

"Sam," she said and Harriet twitched at the name but Newt didn't ask.

"Wake up, Sonya," he said, squeezing her hand gently, but firm enough that she'd feel it. "Wake up."

Sonya relaxed for a split second before she shot upright with a sudden gasp.

"Wow, wow, hey, Sonya. You're okay," Newt said, reaching out to steady her as the hammock rocked violently.

"Wha—" Sonya snapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in panic as she gestured Newt and Aris out of the way. She struggled out of her hammock before bolting towards the bathroom.

"Fuck," Harriet said, a second and a half behind her.

As they both disappeared Newt looked up at Aris, in a mixture of concern and confusion as lightning flashed again and he flinched violently.

"It was the storm," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the still swaying hammock but it looked as though he wasn't really seeing it at all. "They did something and she doesn't like thunder and lightning anymore."

Newt nodded. "It's alright," he said quietly, "nobody's judging her. You don't have to stay here. Go and check on her if you want."

Aris hesitated, rocking on the balls of his feet for a second before he gave a sharp nod and followed after the girls.

Newt let out a heavy breath as he left the room. He ran a hand through his hair tiredly as he turned back to everyone else. Newt half expected them to all be sitting around awkwardly, but everyone was up and already moving. Brenda and Minho were coming back in with armfuls of duvets, blankets and sleeping bags from the cabins. Thomas, Frypan, Gally and Jorge were moving all of the tables over to the wall of windows, laying them on their sides, the flat top against the glass.

"What're you doing?" Newt asked, feeling like he'd missed something.

"Sonya's triggered by the storm," Minho said simply, "we can put some music on to block out the thunder but this blocks out the lightning until we can get some curtains."

Newt's lips twitched slightly before he moved forwards to help tie the tables together so they sat on top of each other without falling.

Once they were stacked Brenda, being the smallest, carefully climbed up the table legs to the top, securing them to the beams on the ceiling before catching the blankets that they'd throw up to her so she could drape them over the gaps. As she swung back down Jorge went over to the wall panel and put the music on loud enough that it muffled the sounds of the thunder, but quiet enough that they could still talk.

"Well, that's the night then," Jorge said as they all hesitated where they were standing, unsure of what to do next, but all knowing that there was no way they were going back to bed now. Not if Sonya needed them.

"I'm going to make some tea," Frypan said quietly with a slight, one shouldered shrug. "It might help."

"I'll come too," Brenda said, following after him. Gally nodded a beat later as if shaking himself out of something before going to catch up.

Newt sat on the edge of his hammock, his toes brushing the floor as he rocked it gently back and forth. He rolled his eyes as Thomas and Minho forced themselves to sit either side of him and without saying or doing anything, they all took comfort from each other in a way that only the three of them could.

.

Time seemed to stretch out slowly. Nobody was keeping track, but seconds merged into minutes and a comfortable silence settled over the room, barely making a sound as they brought in tea.

Aris came back in some time after that, moving halfway back to his bed before he realised that something was different, he hesitated in the middle of the room and Newt watched as his eyes drifted from the speakers on the ceiling to the blocked windows. His lips twitched into a ghost of a smile as he nodded.

"She's okay," he said, glancing over at them. "She'll—"

"It's okay," Minho said to Newt's right, "we get it."

Aris gave a slight smile and nodded again, looking back to the door as Sonya came back in, a wrecked look on her face as she leant heavily into Harriet's side.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, all trace of a British accent gone as her eyes drifting from the floor to Newt. "I uh—I owe you an explanation."

"No you don't," Newt said, his voice just as soft. "If you want to talk about it, we'll listen. But you don't owe us anything."

Sonya looked as though she tried to smile but couldn't quite manage it. Instead, she bowed her head in a slight nod, taking Aris' hand, letting him lead her over to her and Harriet's hammock and the three of them sat together.

"I want to explain," Sonya said, "I think it's time that you all know." Her eyes lingered on Newt. "You deserve to know."

Newt swallowed thickly, unsure of where this was about to go and even more uncertain about why this included him.

Sonya took a deep breath and even from across the room Newt could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped both Harriet and Aris' hands tightly.

"Over the six months that WCKD had us, they tried several different variations of the same procedure on all of us to see which was the most effective at producing the serum," she said in an emotionless, very matter of fact, way. "They'd take away people's memories, leave them blank again. They hurt the people that we cared about and in two cases that I know of; they gave people some of their memories back. The memories from before. I was one of those two people. I don't remember everything. Just fragments. Pieces. Names and…"

"People?" Thomas questioned. Sonya looked up at him and nodded.

"WCKD came for me when I was seven years old and my name was Elizabeth, but everyone called me Lizzy. The night they came there was a thunderstorm, we were living in a basement in some abandoned building out in the Scorch. My mom and dad put up a fight, they shot some of the WCKD agents but… there were too many," she said, her voice breaking as tears fell down her face. "They took me because I was immune, but they took my big brother because he wasn't."

Sonya's eyes flickered up to Newt and he felt his heart jump, pounding in his ears as his hands went clammy. Next to him, Thomas' head shot up and it finally felt like the pieces were slotting into place. Why Sonya was so adamant that Newt could be saved. Why she was so protective while he was healing. Why she was screaming for him to run…

"They took me to a facility, told me my name was Sonya and that I had no family anymore. But my brother, he befriended one of the other boys he was put with and the two of them would sneak into our dorm to see me," she said. "I don't remember much after that. He went up before me. Just fragments of the experiments until I woke up in the box and I forgot all about him. Until the lab."

Newt felt Minho tense next to him and without thinking about it he reached out and took his hand.

"And my brother," Sonya went on, her hazel eyes burning into Newt's, her lips twitching slightly. "He found me again without even knowing it. He saved my life and in turn… I refused to give up on him."

"Holy shit," Minho breathed. "Holy fucking shit, Newt. You have a sister."

Sonya smiled shyly, bringing one shoulder up in a slight shrug. "You have a sister," she repeated.

"Holy shit, you have a hot sister," Minho said. Newt faltered, closing his eyes for a second as he resisted the urge to shove Minho out of the hammock and onto the floor.

"Yeah, he does," Harriet said, managing a slight smirk and both Sonya and Newt paused, the tension in the room breaking as everyone, including them managed to laugh slightly.

"I understand if this changes nothing for you," Sonya said quickly as everyone sobered back up. "Lizzy died when WCKD sent me up to the maze. I'm not her anymore and you're not—you're not the same person either…" She trailed off, her eyes drifting away and Harriet curled an arm around her waist in a gesture that was somewhere between comforting and protective.

Newt took a minute to let the information sink in. His eyes were fixed on the floor as his mind raced, moving so fast that he barely felt when Thomas placed a comforting hand on his back. Eventually, he looked back up, his heart clenching at the almost scared look on Sonya's face.

"What—" Newt swallowed. "What if I want it to change things?" he asked and Sonya's eye's drifted up to meet his, a hopeful light shining through. "Like you said, you're not who you used to be and neither am I but… but I don't think that has to matter."

"Really?" Sonya asked.

Newt nodded. "Just one thing," he said, then hesitated, "my name, before. It was Sam, right?"

Sonya bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah," she said softly and as Newt thought about it, he realised that that name Lizzy meant just as much to him as Sam; nothing. There wasn't even the slightest spark of recognition inside of him.

"Okay," he said, "I don't want to be Sam, I'm not Sam. But—but I wouldn't mind being your brother again."

Sonya gave a choked sound and dove forwards, across the room to throw her arms around him. Newt caught her just before she could tip the hammock backwards, his arms sliding around her waist as he buried his face in her shoulder. And although Newt had no emotional connection to the memories and names that she had described. Her arms around him and his around her seemed to solidify a strange feeling inside of Newt that he couldn't quite describe. The closest thing he could relate it to is warmth, comfort, relief. Like something inside of Newt had been searching for this moment in years, his brain just hadn't known it.

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