(A/n): This is a sad (and long) one, so I apologize now, ahah. It takes place during The Death Cure book, so it's not in the Glade or the Scorch. (Just thought I'd give you a little background so it makes more sense).
Also, there are spoilers from the last book, so if you haven't read them all, please skip this chapter.

Thomas returned from the woods appearing tired and haggard. Blood dripped from a gash on his left bicep. The pilot quickly opened the Berg door at the command of Lawrence, motioning Thomas in.

"I couldn't get into WCKD headquarters", Thomas huffed, out of breath. "I got attacked on the way and there were so many cranks..." He trails off, a glazed look appearing in his eyes.

"Okay", Lawrence sighed, rubbing his large hand across his face. "We will just have to think of something else then."

"Yeah", Thomas agreed, plopping down in a worn maroon recliner. "Maybe we should go back to Vince and consult him about this."

Lawrence just nodded, his face revealing that he was thinking hard. After a minute of silent concentration, he nodded again and said something to the pilot.

"You're right", he said to Thomas. "We'll go get your friends from where the rest of the Immunes are, and then go see Vince."

A twist of guilt and anxiety wrenched through Thomas's gut at the mention of his friends.

He didn't want to see (y/n). He didn't want to see the expression on her face, or Minho's face, when they found out about Newt.

Maybe I just won't tell them, he thought, although that didn't seem right. They deserved to know what happened to Newt, especially (y/n), who was Newt's girlfriend.

She's going to hate me...he thought sadly. Although, I don't blame her. I hate me too.

Another flash of guilt ran through him as an image of Newt's face, red with rage, brown eyes flooded with pure madness, popped into Thomas's head. He regretted what he'd done. He regretted it with every fiber in his body, but he couldn't just betray Newt. He felt obligated to do it, especially after Newt had told his story of attempting suicide in the Glade.

Thomas sighed and sunk deeper into the chair, wishing it would just envelope him. Before he knew it though, he was asleep.

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They arrived at Vince's to get a van, and took it without going in. It took them about half an hour, according to Thomas's scratched watch, to get to the building where the Immune's were stored. When they reached the door leading to the room, Lawrence pulled out a keycard and swiped it in a little computer on the wall. The door popped open with a click.

Several people, including Minho, jumped to their feet when they entered the room. Most of them sat back down when they realized it was just Thomas and Lawrence returning.

"Where's Brenda?" Jorge asked accusatorially.

"Calm your shuck tits, she's safe", Thomas snapped, not ready to deal with the questions he knew would come at him any minute now.

"Geez, what's got your panties in a twist?" Minho asked.

Thomas looked at the Asian boy, but didn't answer. "Where's (y/n?)?"

"Oh I see how it is", Minho huffed, crossing his arms. "She's more important than me."

"Minho, where is she?"

With an eye roll, he nodded his head to the corner where a girl sat. She sat with her back against the wall and her knees against her chest, her arms wrapped around. Her eyes were watery and when she met Thomas's gaze, he could tell she knew something was wrong. He gulped and walked over to her.

"Hey, (y/n)", he called softly.

She gave him a weak smile, "Hi."

"You okay?" He asked, already knowing the answer was no. She had been with them when Newt screamed at them to leave at the crank palace and she had been broken inside ever since. She had thought she'd be able to convince Newt to leave, but he was even harsher towards her about leaving than he had been with Thomas.

She just shook her head and looked down.

"Can I talk to you please? Alone?" He asked, offering her a hand.

She grabbed it and stood, wiping the dirt off her pants. He led her to the door and motioned for Minho to follow them.

"You too", he mouthed.

They stepped into the hallway, waiting for Minho to join them. (Y/n) stood silently, waiting, her eyes glued to the floor. Thomas drummed his fingers against his leg anxiously, dreading what was about to come. His heart beat wildly in his chest, as quickly as his fingers tapped. Breathing wasn't easy at that exact moment, and he longed melt into the floor and disappear.

"What is it?" Minho asked, stepping into the empty hallway. He cracked the door shut and walked over to where they stood against the wall.

Thomas stopped his finger drumming and cleared his throat. "Well..."

He stopped, wondering how to even explain. He cleared his throat again and started over.

"Lawrence and the pilot and I stumbled across someone..."

(Y/n)'s eyes flicked up.

"It was someone we all know -knew- and unfortunately the...the confrontation didn't end well."

Thomas knew he sounded like a blubbering idiot but he didn't want to say it.

"What do you mean?" Minho asked, his voice cautious.

"Newt. We ran into Newt."

The deafening silence hurt almost as badly as the ache inside him from what he'd done.

"Thomas what happened", Minho's voice was monotone, a result of fear, Thomas guessed.

"I..." he took a breath to steel himself. "Newt's dead."

Silence.

Thomas shook his head and leaned against the wall, feeling suddenly very weak and exhausted.

(Y/n) stood completely still, a human statue. Her lips were parted slightly and her eyes were frozen in an unblinking stare. Thomas was surprised at her reaction. He had expected her to scream at him or burst into tears. Her wordless state of immobility was almost worse.

Minho had slumped to the ground and his face was in his hands.

"No, no, no", the Asian boy whispered. "That's not true. This isn't happening."

Thomas stayed quiet, squeezing his eyes shut.

Suddenly a wail burst through the clammy air. Thomas jumped up and looked around, searching for the Crank who made the sound. He was surprised to see it came from (y/n), who was on her knees. Her face was scrunched up in pain and grief.

"NO", she screamed. Just the one word, ripped from deep within her with such force, made goosebumps trail up Thomas's arms. "THIS CAN'T BE REAL!"

Thomas winced at the sadness in her voice. Tears streamed down the girl's pink face. She continued her agonized keening, shaking and rocking back and forth with her eyes closed. Sobs erupted from her with such force, it concerned Thomas. A pressure in his chest pulled at him from within, called forward by (y/n)'s misery, and making his eyes tear up.

God, what've I done? He thought, wrapping his arms around himself and squeezing.

(Y/n)'s wails and moans of pure heartbreak echoed through the hallway for another few minutes, accompanied by Minho's occasional sniffle, before Thomas finally walked over and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"(Y/n)..." Thomas began, unsure of what he wanted to say. "I'm sorry."

It sounded lame, and he knew it.

(Y/n)'s sobbing slowed, becoming quieter and quieter until all that was left was a sniffle. When she looked up at Thomas, meeting his sympathetic gaze, he felt his heart break all over again.

"Why would you be sorry? You didn't do anything", she whimpered. Her expression changed just slightly. "Right?"

Thomas cleared his throat. Oh, god. Here it goes...

"Well, actually...I did do something..." he cringed at how indifferent he sounded. In reality, he was broken inside at Newt's fate, placed in his hands without warning.

Minho looked up, his face red and streaked with uncharacteristic tears, and (y/n)'s face paled.

"Thomas...what did you do?"

Thomas stood, scrunching his eyes up and pressing his hands to his head, trying to block out the memories. But they came anyways.

"I-I- oh god", Thomas dropped to the floor where his two friends were, curling up into the fetal position. "Oh god what've I done?!"

His friends stayed quiet, waiting for him to explain. After a minute of rocking back and forth slightly with his knees pulled to his chest, Thomas straightened out his legs and sat up, taking a deep breath. Thomas noticed that both (y/n) and Minho had a sad, steely look in their eyes. Then, he told them what he'd done.

Word count: 1500 (WOAH)

(A/n): Alright, an abrupt ending, I know, but I figured you could figure out the rest...I'm sorry for the sadness in this one...Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, please vote and comment! Love you all,
-Kai