A/N: Hello my dear readers!

This is the second part of Newt X Reader in the Scorch Trials.

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« Wake up, love. »

A smooth voice pierced its way through your dreams and you stirred.

« Come on, love, wake up. » the voice said urgently as the gentle shake of your shoulders increased. You jolted up awake as Newt's arms brought you back to his chest.

« We have to go, » Newt said as he got up, bringing you with him, his hands holding you tightly enough. You liked how close you were to him and let him guide you through this chaos as the helicopter winded heavily. You grabbed Newt's hand and jumped off the helicopter, following the guards to a building surrounded by sand. Even if Newt was limping to keep up with you, the adrenaline and the screams screeching the night gave enough strength to intertwine your fingers with his, dragging him as much as you could, while the rest of the group joined you to the huge gates. You all came in and the doors closed, bringing back the silence and finally being able to comprehend what was going on.

Thomas, Teresa, Minho Frypan, Newt and you looked around the inside of the building in awe.

« What the hell is that place? Where are we ? » you thought while squeezing your still intertwined hands. Newt squeezed back and got closer to you, enjoying this new proximity and you didn't see the smirk on Minho's face when he caught the two of you getting closer.

Thomas broke the heavy silence.

« Where are we? Is this still wicked ? » he muttered, looking astonishingly around himself and stopping his gaze on you and Newt.

A huge smile enlightened his face.

«Finally! You are together. Newt couldn't stop talking about you Y/N ». Thomas said enthusiastically.

Teresa noticed Newt tensed and detached his hand from yours, crossing his hands over his chest while a blush welcomed his cheeks.

« Shut your bloody mouth, shunk face. »

However, you noticed the uneasiness lingering in the air and grabbed Newt's hand back in yours.

You opened your mouth to speak when a voice you didn't know cut you off. ;

« Welcome, all of you. Wicked can not hurt you here. » said a man with blue eyes and short salt and pepper hair.

Newt stepped in front of you, protectively and a smile tugged your lips at the small gesture.

The man who introduced himself as Janson explained what happened here and how we were all safe and then finished his speech by basically telling us we really needed to take a shower. However, before everyone went to the showers you grabbed Newt's face and pecked his lips, whispering against his lips :

« I feel the same too. »

Then you disappeared towards the shower, leaving him frozen on his spot, a genuine smile forming on his swollen lips.

« I'm coming for you, love » he mumbled and joined the showers.

Little did he know you were in the next shower cabin and you discovered it when you both went out of the shower at the same time, a towel wrapped around your body and holding it carefully while Newt opened the door of the shower and stepped out. He stopped dead in his track and got a better hold of the towel hanging loosely around his hips when he saw you. You could glance the beautiful « V » of his hips and you blushed at the sight, noticing the invisible but definitely prominent abs and his skin glistening with water drops.

« Y ...Y/N. » he said, looking everywhere except at you, as the British gentleman he is.

« Newt. I didn't know you there. I. I'm just going to go » you said, turning around and looking for your clothes.

« Where are my clothes ? » you mumbled, frantically searching for it until a pair of hands wrapped himself around your waist, pushing against a warm body. You immediately relaxed under Newt's embrace as he placed butterfly kisses from your shoulder to your neck. Your breath got caught in your threat as a veil of warmth boiled in your lower regions. How from a simple touch could he turn you into a moaning mess?

« Y/N » he moaned, holding you tighter against him. You turned around and cupped his face, bringing his lips to yours for a kiss. He immediately responded to your kiss while you snaked your hands around his neck, not caring if the towel was hanging loosely over your chest. He pushed you until your back bumped into the wall and a squeal left your lips. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, dancing with yours and you moaned at the feeling. When the need to breath become more intense than kissing, you broke apart, breathing heavily and rested your forehead against his.

« Woah, » you said, grazing your hands into his hair which earned you a pleasing groan from Newt. You leaned closer and kissed him again and you could feel him smile against your lips. You could have kept on but a voice calling your names broke the loving mood.

«Newt! Oh my god, what are you two doing in the showers? Kissing ? » exclaimed Thomas, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

You grabbed your towel, holding it tightly against your form and put your head into Newt's neck to hide your embarrassment, wrapping your hands around his waist above his towel.

« Get out Tommy, » said Newt, while grabbing your clothes and handing them to you.

Thomas winked at the both of you and left, closing the door behind him. You chuckled.

« We better hurry, Newtie, » you said, taking the clothes he handed you.

A small smile reached his lips when he heard the nickname. You looked at him, diving in the dark colour of his brown eyes and kissed him lightly on the lips. You spun on your heels and left.

« See you later » you whispered and walked to your rooms to get changed.

*

On the second day, as you thought everything was going to be fine, Thomas discovered it was still Wicked and that it was another test. You blinked and stepped closer to Newt as you were sharing the room with them and in a matter of seconds, you were rushing through the doors, to escape the building you thought was a safe haven.

You found Teresa on the way and left the building, plunging into the sandstorm, using the darkness of the night and the sand hills to hide the group from Wicked's men. You found an abandoned building and stepped in it with Teresa.

« Guys, this way ! » you shouted, while the other boys joined you.

Thomas was going to go further when Teresa stopped him.

« Thomas, what is going on? »

Thomas was boiling, his mind fuzzling and you grabbed his shoulders to stop him and broke his trance.

« What is going on? What did you see out there ? » you asked.

Thomas took a deep breath, relaxing and you stepped back, letting him releasing words you wished were wrong. He explained how it was Wicked'experiments, that they wanted something from us, and that we had to leave.

But to leave where?

You had no idea what this world was, your memories were still as blank as the day you came out of the box, but all mattered to you was Newt and the rest of the Gladers.

« So what is your plan, Thomas? You do have a plan right? » Newt asked, nodding at you.

When he answered nothing, you felt uneasy, unsafe and uncomfortable.

« Tommy ? » you asked, scared and at the same time ready to kick ass.

Suddenly Aris said :

« They talked about the Right Arm. »

Thomas immediately lightened up.

« The Right Arm.  Revels. People living on the mountain who fought against Wicked. »

Newt tilted his head to the side and licked his lips.

« People in the mountains? Mountain people? That's your plan ? » he asked doubtfully.

« They'll help us.Let's go. »

You grabbed his arm as he stepped towards incoming danger.

« Wait, we need to be prepared. First let's try to find supply and clothes, anything which could help us in the journey. This place looked like a mall buried in the sand. Perhaps we can stay here for the night and then start to find the Right Arm. »

The group nodded but Minho said.

« Wicked is quite close, we should move. »

Suddenly, Frypan announced.

« We are not alone here. »

Which brought a dead silence on this eventful night. You grabbed Newt's hand, holding him close to you.

We all walked towards Frypan, his lamp torch dazzling the footprinted floor.

You thought the maze was hell, the outside world was worst.

After Thomas and Minho went to find some power, the rest of the group looked for supplies, bottles of water, lamp torch, things to eat and you even found a clothes shop with Teresa. You both looked through the clothes until you find what you wanted: a pair of skinny dark blue jeans, stretched enough for you to move around freely, a light brown t-shirt which was clinging to your skin and a flannel shirt you put on your shoulders, wrapping the hems into a knot. You also found a new pair of comfortable shoes. You didn't see Newt eyed you carefully and scolding Frypan who had been caught staring at the girls.

When you stepped out, you joined Newt, showing him your precious find: a metallic baseball bat. You also put a knife in your belt in case you need to defend yourself and you caught Newt's gaze observing you. You smiled at him and sat down next to the boy, helping you filled the backpack with supplies. He gave one to you when suddenly the lights switched on, lightening your surrounding of a desolate area.

« You're okay, love ? » he asked you gently, pushing away a strand of falling hair behind your ear.

You smiled and pecked his lips.

« Better, now you're here »

He smiled warmly at you and leant on to kiss you when Thomas and Minho's screams stopped him to lean closer to your waiting and kissable lips.

You turned your head to the sound.

« What are they saying ? » you asked, surprised.

Gradually, you realised, as you saw the two runners came out of corridors, they were not alone and a mass of zombies was running behind them. You paled and grabbed Newt's hand.

« Everybody, run! »

You all ran for your life, heading up to the escalators and running to find a way out of this place when suddenly, out of nowhere, Newt's hand left yours and you heard a commotion of grunts and noises. Immediately you stopped and turned around, seeing Newt trying to get free of this walking dead man. You grabbed your bat and kicked the person in the head, sending it flying in the air.

« Thank you, Y/N. » Newt said breathlessly as you helped him get up and you both ran for your lives, holding your hands tighter than ever.

When you finally managed to find a way out of the small, you all hid behind a bunch of ruins, clenching each other and holding your breath as the screeching sounds and screams of the Cranks echoed in the mall. You were afraid, you didn't know how such a horror was possible but as time flies and night finally let place to the sun, you put your head into Newt's neck, enjoying his warmth and the way he made you feel: safe even in the dreariest moments.

When you woke up, you found yourself in Newt's arms, his head in the crook of your neck, breathing slowly and a smile reached your lips, His arms were wrapped around your waist, sat on his laps which he didn't seem to mind and you took the opportunity to observe his sleepy features. His blond hair was tousled and you gently stroke his hair to give them a form, his spotless skin had dust on his cheeks and his sharp jaw tightened as he stirred, snapping his eyes open. The hazel pupils of Newt locked with yours, the once flicker of fear replaced by a spark of love.

« Hello, Sleeping Beauty, » you said, chuckling.

His eyes searched yours as he straightened up. You furrowed your eyebrows.

« Are you okay? »

He nodded and grabbed your face, bringing you closer until your lips smashed into each other and moved in synch.

« I almost lost you last night and I never told you how I really feel, about you, Y/N. » he said in a shaky breath.

You pecked his lips to reassure him.

« I love you too, okay? I have since you helped me out of the Box, Newt. »you revealed, a blush reddening your cheeks.

He smiled at you.

« I love you, Y/N »

*

You were walking for days, the mountains seeming further and further as the group attempted to reach it and hope was slowly fading. Thomas kept saying we got closer but you were doubting it. This hope only decreased when Winston died, refusing to become a Crank and you cried at his death. You didn't know him a lot but to you, the group was like a pack, helping each other out in order to survive. The loss of one of its member was painful and you decided to take care of everyone. You had a Medjack background knowledge and you intended to put it to good use. When Minho was dehydrated, you gave him a portion of your water. When Newt slowed down because of his leg and the tricky floor of the sand, you helped him out, carrying him even if he kept pestering about him being fine but you knew deep down he appreciated what you were doing.

One night, as you all laid on the ground, next to Newt, of course, you noticed the electrifying mood lingering in the air which drawn you out of your sleep. Then you noticed the sky changed into a dark cloud, heavy of electricity and burdened with death.

« A thunderstorm » you muttered under breath.

You jumped to your feet, waking up everybody with Thomas as the first bolt of lightning hit the floor like a magic whip. You ran for your lives, while the lightning intensified. You ran as fast as you could but slowed down when you noticed Newt's limp slowing down. You eyed the sky cautiously as you ran next to him, even if he said to you :

« Don't wait for me, bloody run, Y/N. »

You didn't care and stayed with him, even if it pained him to be the reason he was slowing you down.

Your head still focussed on the sky, you leapt towards Newt, pushing him away with all the strength you could muster and took the bold of lightning at his place.

A sudden jolt of electricity passed through your body, a burning sensation freezing you on your spot as every inch of your body felt suddenly invigorated and exhausted at the same time. You felt your heart missed a beat as the energy running through your veins slowly faded away, a smell of something burnt tickling your nostrils.

« Y/N ! » Newt screamed getting up and attempting to get you up but you were too knocked out to move. Thomas and Minho immediately came to your rescue, carrying your numb body while Frypan shouted at your forms :

«Hurry! Come on! »

Once the boys passed the doors, he closed the doors. We were finally all sheltered in a building, away from the thunderstorm.

« Y/N, please love, wake up. » Newt begged, holding your body for dear life.

« Y/N, wake up, I can't live without you ! » he yelled, tears on the verge to fall when you suddenly took a deep breath, opening your eyes.

« I heard you, » you whispered, a smile tugged at your lips as you lied down on the ground, exhausted.

« I'm not leaving you Newt. Not now, or ever, » you said, intertwining your fingers with his. He brought you into a hug, while everybody sighed in relief.

« You scared the hell out of us, Y/N. Never do that again. » Thomas said, patting your shoulder.

You chuckled.

« No more thunderstorms » you joked.

Suddenly Teresa exclaimed :

« What is that smell ? » and walked a bit when a chained Crank rushed towards her, trying to touch the girl and she screamed of fright.

We all realised we were surrounded by cranks chained to the floor and you got up, holding Newt's hand and calming your staccato breathing.

Where did you fall again this time?

A/N: Any thoughts?