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A young girl stood out of the crowded Cranks, emerging from the screeching screams like the light at the end of the tunnel.

« Are you coming ? Or do you prefer to stay with them ? » she said, a look of scorn plastering her tanned face.

Immediately, the group launched forward as you grip on Newt's hand tightened. He looked at you softly, his brown eyes staring into your orbs and smiled despite the environment you were in. His smile, the crook of his lips twitching into a devious smile always made your heart flutter and you couldn't help but blush as he stared at you.

Soon, other people surrounded you, some with guns, others with a dirty look in their eyes and you shuddered as you swore you could feel their gaze burning holes in your head.

« We should go, we are not wanted here » you muttered loud enough for Minho and Newt to hear. Newt squeezed your hand reassuringly and stroke your knuckles with his thumbs. The small gesture relaxed you a bit, but you were on your guards. You didn't know who these persons were and what they wanted.

Thomas' back was in front of you, Teresa next to him as they followed the girl who introduced herself as Brenda.

You blinked the tiredness away and focuses on the situation, even if your body screamed of some sort of release, you forced yourself to walk forward. You took a deep breath, stretching your still electrified limbs to evacuate the soreness that had invaded your body. You didn't see the concerned gaze of the blond, nodding at Minho who had watched your movements, neither their sudden closeness at you, ready to catch you if your body betrayed you.

The group arrived at the top of the stairs, stepping into the big sort of living room while a man, his back turned to you, stood next to the window. He asked three straightforward questions :

« Who are you? What do you want ? ...  And how can I profit ? » he exclaimed as a grin enlightened his light brown skin.

No one answered, a feeling of uneasiness lingering in the air as danger could be rising or dying as soon as the fatal words escaped Thomas' lips.

« We're looking for the Right Arm. »

And that was when trouble came into action and next thing you knew, Thomas was forced to his knees as someone with an electric device scan his neck.

« Wicked. They're from Wicked. » someone muttered out loud, bringing a sudden silence in the room.

« That makes you very... valuable, » the man named Jorge said.

Then you were roughly grabbed by someone and thrown over the shoulders one of the gorillas that surrounded you as you saw the rest of the group being thrown over people's shoulders. Minho tried to escape but he didn't get far away.

Then as you were confused about what was happening, your feet were tied in a rope and then they pushed you into the void as a scream of fright flew past your lips. Gravitation played its rôle perfectly as you felt yourself fall in the emptiness until the rope stopped you from meeting the ground.

Gradually, everyone was in the same state than you and you used your balance to face everyone as Minho snorted.

« Hey, Thomas, guess out? We're hanging out! »

Despite the deadly situation you laughed at Minho's attempt to joke while the boys sighed heavily.

« We need to find a way to leave this place. » Thomas stated, looking frantically around him, twisting his body enough for you to see a part of his bare waist which reminds you of your clothes. Were they still tight to your body?

« You have to be kidding me ! » you said angrily.

Part of your torso was bare to the eyes of your friends as you noticed Thomas, Frypan and Aris shyly look away while Minho whistled at the show. Youn grabbed your shirt and stuck it in the waistband of your pants as much as you could, a blush reddening your cheeks at Minho's comment :

« Nice view, Y/N. Newt is a lucky boy »

The blond immediately responded.

« Stop looking at her, bloody pervert! Don't you have some respect ?»

You used your balance to push yourself towards Teresa, as she was the closest to the metallic device which was holding us all in the air. You pushed with all your might, hoping she would grab the guardrail but she missed. Newt noticed what you were trying to do and yelled at Minho :

« Minho, use your shank muscles and help us »

As a teamwork, you all managed to convey enough strength to push strongly Teresa on your way out. She finally grabbed the metallic bar for dear life as everybody sighed in relief. She untied the knot at her feet and grabbed Newt. As soon as he was free, he walked to you and grabbed your extended hand.

« I got you, love, » he said as he pulled you towards him when Teresa unlocked the gear to let us hanging in the air. He lightly pecked your lips and pushed your hair out of your face.

« Are you okay ? » he asked, worry piercing through his voice, « You barely got time to rest since the bolt of lightning struck you. Don't overuse yourself, love. »

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him for a hug, while your heartbeat calmed down to a normal pace. He stroke your hair tenderly, his fingers playing with your strands and you enjoyed this brief moment of peace and love.

Frypan broke the comfy mood you were in, shouting :

« Come one lovebird. Now is not the time for cuddle sessions. »

You sighed and got up, however, a man handing a gun at Thomas stepped out of the shadows. As bound by invisible links, everybody circled close to Thomas as he tried to ease the opponent.

« You are not going anywhere. » the cold man said, taking his talkie walkie and warning Wicked, you were there.

You stepped forward, using the run-up to slip on the floor and kicking the man in the stomach before he got any time to react as he was focused on Thomas. As soon as, the gun fell on the floor, you quickly grabbed it and pointed the weapon at the man.

« Step back » you threatened.

Thomas looked at you with wide eyes, while the others blinked with shock at your act of bravery.

« You're going to pay for that, girl. » the foe said, ready to launch at you with a growl.

Out of nowhere, the sound of a gunshot echoed and time seemed to freeze and you narrowed your eyes at your hand holding the gun. You were sure you hadn't pulled the trigger and yet, the enemy was falling on the ground, his lifeless body collapsing on the floor. That is when you saw Brenda behind, holding a fuming gun and eyeing the man on the floor.

Then she showed the way, arguing Jorge and her were going to help us find the Right Arm as she led the group through the building until she stopped in front of a broken wall and grabbed a harness.

« Come on ! » she screamed in a hurry as Jorge jumped first, soon followed by Minho, Frypan and Aris.

You grabbed the harness, tightened your grip on it and looked a Newt worriedly. He gave a reassuring smile and nodded at you. You took a deep breath, ready yourself, and jumped. The wind brushed your hair as you gained speed and reached the other side of the building. You heard the sound of another harness behind you and you turned your head just in time to see Newt leapt as well in the emptiness, grabbing the harness tightly. Your feet touched the floor again as you let go of the harness and you stumbled, trying to find your balance.

However as you straightened yourself, spinning around,a weight collapsed with your body and you fell harshly on the ground. You gasped at the sudden impact and heard the voice of the man you loved apologised profusely. As he tried to get up, his two hands on either side of your hand, laying on you with is waist against yours, you noticed the intimate position you were in.

« Sorry, love. I didn't mean to bump into you » he said, hovering you.

You brought your lips to his into a passionate kiss, as a rush of emotions ran through your body. You licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance but he refused as he stepped away.

« As much as I love your kisses, Y/N. Now is definitely not the time. »

He leant on, whispering in your ear.

« We're not alone, sweetheart. Be patient. »

You groaned and clenched your hands into fists to hold yourself from lashing on his mouth for another kiss.

He got up and extended a hand to you, which you gladly took. He helped you up and you looked at the others expectantly.

« Where are Thomas and Brenda ? » you asked as you noticed their absence.

« Still up there » muttered Teresa, frowning.

Jorge urged us to go.

« We have to go, the song is almost over. Don't worry about Brenda and Thomas, She knows where we have to go. They'll meet us there. Follow me. »

And here you were again, running for your life, while the building you previously were exploded. A myriad of flames licking the dark sky illuminated the place, as Wicked 's helicopters flew elsewhere.

Jorge led you through a series of various place until you reached a sort of dance club where people in high were having fun. During the whole time, you stayed close to Newt, wanting nothing more to spend as much time with him as you knew how life was short in the Scorch.

It finally happened when Jorge found Marcus, as well as Thomas and Brenda, and interrogated Marcus. The guy eventually told you the truth about the Immune traffic and yielded his beloved car, Bertha. But first, you needed to find another way of transportation as one car wasn't enough for the whole group. Thomas, Teresa, Jorge and Minho left to find it while the rest stayed at Marcus'place.

You were in an empty room, enjoying the soft moment of peace this journey offered when the door opened quietly andNewt stepped in discreetly, locking it behind him.

You turned around, facing the second in command, removed his blouse and wrapped his hands around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. You put your hands on his bare forearms, caressing the veiny skin.

« How do you feel, love ? » he asked, his lips ghosting the naked over the skin of your neck.

« Always better when you're here, Newt, » you said, tilting your head to the side to give him a better access to your neck.

He gently kissed and nibbled the skin, leaving soft red marks on your neck. Your breath quickened as he bit harder at the juncture of your neck and shoulder and you gasped. He quickly kissed the pain away as you turned away to kiss him properly.

« Finally alone » he muttered against your lips as he smashed his lips with yours, taking control of the moment.

A/N: Any thought? Or ideas for the next part?