I Need You

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of The Maze Runner. Just the plot.

Pairing: Thomas & Newt Newtmas

Chapter 3

Newt decided not to go to gym. Instead he talked with the Coach Richards and asked to just go to study hall. He hadn't realized the bruise forming on Newt's cheek, because he kept his head down and the hood to his white jacket up. When the coach asked why he didn't want to participate he said that his stomach wasn't feeling right, blaming it on the school lunch.

"Alright Newt," Coach Richards had said. "You can go this time, but don't make this a regular thing."

Newt sat in the library, in the far back in the corner; hiding from any and everyone behind the bookshelves. He was trying to be productive, but the mood just wasn't clicking at the moment. He was too mad at himself. Why hadn't he punched the bloody hell out of Gally? Why hadn't he ended things there? Newt gripped his hair in his hands, pulling it and breathing heavy. He stayed in the position until he heard the bell ring. Classes were over...he needed to find Thomas.

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Newt tried to keep his head down as he made his way down the crowded halls. In the distance, he could see Alby and Minho saying goodbye to Thomas. Perfect. No more eye witnesses than need be. He approached Thomas slowly, watching him put his things away.

"Hey, Tommy." He decided to speak up just as Thomas was about to close his locker. Thomas glanced at him with a bit of a startled look and chuckled as he closed his locker.

"Geez, man. You always pop out of no where," Thomas bent over to pick up his bookbag from the floor, between his feet. "Why weren't you at gy-" Thomas' words got caught in his throat as he finally laid eyes on Newt's face and saw the bruise. Instant anger surfaced. "What the hell happened to your cheek, Newt?"

"Tommy, I just-" Newt made an effort to calm him down.

"Did Gally do that to you?" Thomas was about to go off. Newt stepped forward and grabbed Thomas' shirt and looked him in the eye.

"Tommy...I'll explain later. Alright? Right now, I don't want any conflict...I-I just want to go home," Newt cursed himself for how pathetic he sounded. "Please...get me out of here." Thomas looked around, taking a couple deep breaths before nodding and slinging his bookbag over his shoulder.

"Alright...I won't kill him. Yet." Newt nodded. Thomas sighed and wrapped his arm around Newt, placing his hand on the small of his back. "Come on, let's go."

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Once they got to the parking lot, Thomas lead Newt to his jeep. His beautiful love, prized possession. Other than the one he had at his side, of course. On his birthday, he wasn't expecting much. Then his mom surprised him, leading him into the driveway to see his new shadow grey set of wheels.

"You keep her in nice shape," Newt said as they approached the vehicle, ending the silence. "How long has it been?"

"Almost a year now. You know I have to keep her in tip top shape. Never know who I gotta drive home," Thomas said occompanied with a wink and his famous side smirk. Newt looked away with a big smile, shaking his head. Thomas unlocked the car, and opened up passenger side door for Newt. "How about I take you home later? I feel like you need a distraction. I hope you'll fill me in on everything too. I swear I'll make that bastard hurt." Thomas took Newt's bookbag and put it in the backseat with his. "You don't have to-"

"No, it's fine. I think I will. I have been holding in all this bloody bull lately, Tommy. You just wouldn't know," Newt said as he climbed into the jeep. "What do you have in mind?"

"For what? Distracting you?" Thomas asked as he leaned on the door.

"Yes," Newt smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Well I-"

"Newt!" Both Newt and Thomas looked in the direction the voice came from. Newt's face turned weary as Thomas' became one of anger. Gally was making his way to them, not looking happy about Newt being in Thomas' jeep instead of his truck. "What the hell are you doing, huh? I've been waiting forever!" Newt was about to respond when Thomas started to walk up on Gally.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't beat your ass into this concrete," Thomas growled. Gally stood his ground, nostrils flaring and breath becoming short. Newt jumped out of the jeep. There would be a fight here if he didn't intervene, and he didn't want the emotional or physical stress. Not on him nor Thomas.

"This has nothing to do with you, Thomas. I suggest you get your ass out of the way before I knock you on it."

"Big words from a coward ass bitch, come on. Let's see if you can back them up-"

"Tommy, no." Newt got inbetween them and placed his hands on Thomas' chest pushing him towards the jeep. "Not right now, please? Come on, let's just go."

"What do you mean LET'S go? You're coming with me," Gally hissed. Newt turned to him and shooved him back.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. Get out of my fucking sight or I swear to all that is great-"

"Newt-"

"Go!"

Gally stood there stunned, but tried to grab Newt's arm. Thomas pushed him so hard that he fell on his ass with a pained groan.

"He said go, you piece of shit. Don't make me make you," Thomas said in a low, menacing tone. Gally got up, standing there for a moment like he was going to fight, and finally turned away; grumbling the entire way back to his truck. Newt grabbed Thomas' arm to pull him back to the Jeep.

"Let's go, Tommy." Thomas looked at Newt. His eyes were lowered and he was trembling. It hurt him to see him this way. He would fix this. He would make him happy.

"Yeah," he nodded in response. When they got in the jeep, Newt just stared out the window. Thomas watched him for a second before grabbing his hand. Newt turned to look at him, cussing quietly when a few tears fell from his eyes. Thomas reached up and wiped them away. "I'm gonna make this right. Okay?" Newt nodded slightly. Thomas smiled sadly at him, caressing his cheek lightly with his thumb, then drawing it away to dig in his pocket for his keys.

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"I should've known you would try to go above and beyond, Tommy." They were now at a diner, sitting and awaiting the waitress that was running around taking orders.

"Ah, this is nothing special. I should have taken you somewhere far fancier than this," Thomas smiled when Newt sported his famous grin. The grin that made him feel light-headed...in a good way.

"I'm sorry, mate. I got you all mixed up in this bloody mess, and it isn't your problem to begin with," Newt was staring down at his hands now, not wanting to make eye contact with Thomas. Before Thomas could respond, the waitress came up with a flip of her hair and a big smile...mostly for Thomas.

"Hello sir, what can I get for you today?" Newt almost snorted at her seductive tone towards his friend. Thomas turned to her, his expression like he hadn't noticed she was trying to flirt with him, and gestured for her to come closer. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, but her face fell as soon as Thomas finished up his request. "I-I can do that," she muttered as she walked away.

"What did you tell her?" Newt laughed as he watched her disappointed retreating form. Thomas lifted a finger to his lips, flashing a smirk and winked.

"Forget about that, right now, let's address the whole "not my problem thing". Newt, we have been friends for years. I couldn't ask for a better friend, but that's just it. You fix everyone's problems, and you love on everyone. Yet, you aren't expecting anyone to do the same for you? What makes you think I'm gonna let you go through this alone?" Thomas watched as Newt directed his attention elsewhere. He knew he was becoming emotional.

"I just-I don't want you to..." Newt sighed, proping his elbows on the table and putting his face in his hands. Thomas reached forward and took his hands so that he couldn't hide from him.

"I don't know what happened between you two, but what I do know is that you are unhappy and he is hurting you. I can't stand for that. I won't. You deserve to be happy; seeing you anything but is not right." Newt stared into Thomas eyes and smiled slightly. Thomas smiled back, pulling away slowly once he noticed the waitress coming back. She approached their table, sitting down a huge milkshake with two straws.

"Now, you let me know if you need anything else. Anything at all," she said with one last smile and wink to Thomas. As she turned walked away, Thomas shook his head.

"She is really into me, huh?" he chuckled as he turned his attention back to Newt.

"If I didn't know any better, I would say that you told her you were gay and we were a couple. Either that or you're trying to woo me," Newt said, raising his eyebrows and unleashing a little smile that exposed his teeth. Oh, how Thomas loved his smile.

"Hey, call it what you want," Thomas shrugged and smiled. "As long as you are smiling and completely worry-free by sunset, I'm happy with whatever you think this is." Newt blushed which made Thomas chuckle.

"You had a question earlier...what was it?" Newt asked, questions now flowing through his own mind.

"Don't worry about that right now. I'll ask you when the time is right," Thomas stated before grabbing the straws and handing one to Newt. "Now help me drink this, I have more in store."

AN: So what do you think? Tension now a whole lot more thick between Gally and Thomas...Thomas obviously coming on to Newt...What do you think will happen in the next chapter? I love to hear from you! Thanks for the favorites and follows thus far! Inspires me to write more. Love Always!