THE SURVIVOR!
the right arm.

MARG!

   𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 all around her; the red-haired teen found herself staring at the two people she thought she had lost forever, the two kids she wasn't able to save from WICKED, her two friends who had slowly, but surely, became family. She could still hear Levi's scream in the back of her mind, a distant echo that haunted her to this day. A soft chuckle escaped her lips just before she decided to throw caution to the wind, not caring in the slightest about the rifle that was still pointed at her; Margaret leapt forward, both Levi and Nancy doing the same. She noticed she wasn't the only emotional one; while Nancy was doing her best to keep a straight face, her lips were slightly quivering. Tears were rolling down onto Levi's cheeks, something that broke Marg's heart in a million pieces.

Margaret's axe hit the cement as she opened her arms as wide as possible, quickly embracing the two Survivors and resting her forehead against Levi's shoulder. The red-head could hear Aris' voice in the background, along with the ones belonging to the two strangers; she could feel multiple eyes on her, yet she didn't care in the slightest. She wished they could have stayed like that forever; the three of them hugging, making up for all the time they spent apart, but alas, the Group was still on a mission to get to the Right Hand. Margaret stepped back as slowly as possible, her thumbs running circles against both Nancy's and Levi's cheeks, before grabbing her discarded axe from the ground and finally looking at the others who had just witnessed a much-needed reunion.

"Uh, what's happening?" Everyone was still holding their hands up in surrender, when Minho finally voiced what must have been the same thing everyone was currently wondering. They were staring at Margaret and Levi, waiting for one of them to give them a proper explanation. Only one of the teens looked like he didn't need any, at least when it came to the red-head.

"Survivors." A single word, yet so much meaning behind it. The red-head could see Newt and Frypan nodding, the former sporting a smile that reached his eyes. It wasn't that hard to guess that the three came from the same Maze, especially given the fact that each one of them was covered in scars.

"We were in the Maze together." Marg's eyes widened as she took in what Aris had just announced. The shock quickly faded, as she recognised the two girls Aris spoke so highly about, the same ones she had seen a few times back at the compound. She clearly wasn't the only one to connect the dots, as the dark-skinned one grinned at the red-head. The two girls were there the day she fought against the guards in a vain effort to save Levi from their clutches. Margaret still remembered how the dark-skinned girl seemed to be the only one who wasn't shocked or terrified by her actions. The two exchanged a quick nod, both fully aware that none of them meant any harm. They could trust each other.

The dark-skinned girl whistled loudly towards a spot in the mountains, the sound echoing all around the mismatched group currently standing among a bunch of abandoned cars. Every single person belonging to the Group seemed to react the same way Marg did; all of them quickly averted their attention from the other teens to the spot the dark-haired girl was staring at.

"We're clear guys, come on out!" The teen named Harriet shouted at the top of her lungs. As soon as the words left her mouth, a series of shouts of recognition came from all around them, people making themselves known by coming out from their hiding spots. Marg couldn't make out who they were, the sun hitting the back of each figure, yet she quickly noticed how they all carried a weapon of sorts. The red-head was too busy staring at what looked like part of the resistance the Group had travelled so far to find, to notice that the same teen who had alerted the others that they weren't a threat had made her way towards where the she currently stood.

Margaret body stiffened as soon as a pair of arms engulfed her in a hug; the red-head eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly agape as her arms remained glued to her sides. Nancy and Levi were trying to cover their amused expressions as they both locked eyes with a very panicked Margaret. The girl who had just hugged her, probably sensing her discomfort, stepped back and finally revealed her identity; Harriet. "Nancy told us that you would have been Levi's best chance. I owe you, we owe you." She added, nodding towards a smiling Sonya who was currently hugging Aris sideways. "None of us ever doubted you would have made it, not after you kicked those guards' asses." The teen nudged Margaret in a playful manner, managing to get the red-head to chuckle and relax her tense muscles.

"Levi's my best friend, there's nothing I wouldn't do for him." Marg eyes met said boy's, the latter sporting the biggest smile she'd ever seen on his face. The scrawny boy mouthed a quick 'same here', causing the teen who always did her best to look as guarded as ever to smile fondly.

"We got separated for a while and you got sappy on us. Never thought I'd see the day." Marg pinched her nose in faux annoyance, glancing in a fake-annoyed way at the girl she'd trained every day for a year. A side-ways grin appeared on the red-head lips as she slightly tilted her head, her right foot tapping on the ground as she crossed her arms in front of her. The young girl let out a frustrated sigh, even if everyone could see that she was far from upset as she rolled her head in an amused way, her hair falling in front of her face causing her to run a grimy hand against her skin. "Sorry Boss." Nancy sing-sang as Levi simply laughed on her right. The young teen quickly smacked the boy on the back of his head, earning a smack back in return. Margaret watched the exchange unfolding in front of her, her heart swelling in her chest as she realised that the two young teens had grown even closer since she last saw them, both acting like siblings.

The blonde girl cleared her throat rather awkwardly. "Not to ruin the whole reunion vibes, but we better get going." Nobody protested, everyone falling into a steady pace behind Aris' friend. As they reached the other side of the tunnel, Marg found herself gaping at the large number of trucks parked in front of her; the Right Arm was clearly better equipped than what the red-head had previously imagined. Sure, she'd seen the armed men and women spread out along the mountains, yet she wasn't expecting to see even more standing next to the vehicles parked all around them.

"We're taking them to Base." Harriet announced to a couple of heavily harmed people. The duo either didn't hear her or didn't care, as they simply walked away, rifles held against their chests.

"Wait, so how did you guys get here?" Aris was clearly just as confused as anyone else, as he voiced the same question that had been bugging the red-head from the moment she recognised the two people she had thought to be dead.

"The Right Arm got us out." It was as if it was common knowledge, as Harriet answered to her friend in the most casual way ever.

"Wait, wait." Thomas rushed to the front, causing Margaret to exhale loudly and shake her head as she made her way towards the brunette, only stopping once she was beside her co-Leader. "The Right Arm, do you know where they are?" The red-head couldn't help herself, she simply face-palmed; it was clear as day that they were currently surrounded by members of said group of rebels. While Margaret simply suspected that Nancy and Levi had joined the group when she first saw them, she knew they've reached their destination when she noticed how well-organised everyone was; hiding in the mountains, creating the perfect trap in order to stop any unwanted visitors, it was rather ingenious and there was no way in hell a small group could have managed to do so all by themselves.

She listened to Harriet, who simply explained to Thomas that they would have taken them to their temporary camp as she unlocked the door of a spacious car just as Sonya did the same. Marg's hand quickly reached for Levi's, causing the young teen to follow her and sit in between the red-head and Frypan. The door on Marg's right popped open, a smiling Newt sitting on Margaret's right, their hands finding one another and their fingers intertwining as the duo exchanged a smile just before the red-head rested her head against the sandy-blonde's shoulder. The ride was silent, no one spoke a word as sand raised from the ground due to their speed.

Margaret closed her eyes for a second; she could feel the heat coming from Newt's body, his clammy hand holding hers, yet she didn't care whatsoever, because all that mattered was that they were both there. They had made it. The red-head snuggled even closer to the boy with the weird accent, who propped his chin on top of her head. Margaret could feel two set of eyes burning holes into the back of her head, Levi's and Fry's, yet she didn't mind; for the first time in a long while she didn't care about the walls she had erected around herself, she didn't care that she was showing a side of her that no one else had ever seen, a side she never thought she would have ever seen herself.

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   When the car came to a stop, Marg's head jolted up so fast she was surprised she didn't get a whiplash due to her sudden movement. One by one they all exited the vehicle and, when the red-head finally made it out, she found herself staring in awe at the sight before her. The camp the Right Hand had set up was in the middle of nowhere, yet she couldn't imagine anything more breath-taking than that - aside from the boy who was currently standing by her side, their hands still connected as if they were each other's lifeline. Several tents had been set up all around the place, people walking on the outskirts and conducting different activities as they talked to each other. The majority carried a weapon of sorts, yet Marg could see a group of young kids who'd been left to their own devices; they were chatting, laughing, being kids. She longed for something like that, once again finding herself cursing WICKED for what they stole from her, for the innocence she would have never been able to experience.

"This is - whoa." Minho's voice managed to pull the red-head out of her reverie; as Margaret turned around to check on the rest of the Group, she couldn't help but notice how everyone seemed to wear the same expression, all but one, Teresa. Marg scrunched her brows, her elbow casually hitting Aris' arm to get his attention and managing to get her best friend to notice how weird Teresa's behaviour was. The scrawny boy shared a confused look with the red-head, who simply tapped her nose twice, silently telling him to keep an eye on the girl.

They didn't waste any time, as Harriet begun marching forward, motioning for the others to follow. "They've been planning this for over a year now." The dark-haired girl started explaining. "This is all for us." The red-head gave Newt's hand a slight squeeze, her head turning slightly so she could look at the boy who was walking next to her. Newt looked more alert than usual, his clammy hand was now sweaty, yet Marg had no intention to let it go as if the sandy-blonde could have disappeared the moment she did.

"You guys are lucky you found us when you did." The blonde interjected, successfully gaining Margaret's attention. "We're moving out at first light." It was weird, it almost felt like the Group had known one another for a lot longer than they did, as Margaret and Thomas immediately looked at each other, leaving their eyes to do the talking. They didn't need to say anything out loud, and somehow Margaret thought that that was why the two of them managed to work along so well so far. "Where's Vince?" Marg's hand immediately fell on top of her axe; if there was something she'd learned ever since she exited the box that took her inside her Maze, was that trusting someone was a luxury, but not a given.

"And who is he?" Just as Margaret voiced her question, Thomas did the same.

"Who's Vince?"

"He's the one who decides if you get to stay." Harriet's reply was enough for the red-head to get on the defensive. While both her and Aris had someone who could vouch for them, the rest of the group wasn't as lucky.

"I thought the Right Arm was supposed to be an army." Out of the corner of her eyes, the red-head noticed a man nearing the Group. Just by the look on the stranger's face, Margaret assumed that said person was the previously mentioned man; the stranger looked like someone who had seen his fair share of fights, his clothes were as dirty and grimy as the rest of theirs and he clearly had put exercise and practice before anything else, as he was far from thin and lanky.

"Yeah, we were. This is all that's left of us." As Vince neared the Group, who had immediately stopped in his tracks, Margaret found herself pushing Aris behind her. "Lot of good people died getting us this far." The man was clearly someone who didn't trust easily, and that was something that Margaret could relate to; his eyes seemed to immediately fall on Marg's face, most specifically on the scar she never bothered to cover, not even with a scarf. She couldn't understand why or how, but it was almost as if he knew who she was, yet all she knew about him was his name. Vince's eyes immediately darted from Margaret's figure, only to land on Harriet's and Nancy's "Who are they?"

"Oh, come on Vince." The red-head had to bite her tongue in order not to chuckle because of Nancy's reaction. The young teen pointed at the red-head, her hand gesture alone trying to convey some sort of message everyone else was privy of. Harriet, however, rolled her eyes and lowered the young girl's hand, only to challenge Vince by giving him the reply she knew he wanted to receive.

"They're immunes." Regardless of the fact that Margaret had just met Aris' friends, she couldn't help but to find the way they behaved rather amusing. "Caught them coming up the mountain."

If any more words were exchanged, Margaret didn't hear any of them as she felt as if the world had started crumbling down before her own eyes. Newt's hand slipped from the red-head's, his body propelling forward and falling onto the ground with a loud thud. Almost as if on cue, something very similar happened to Brenda, the young woman who'd helped them to get this far and had managed to keep Thomas safe when they got separated. Margaret had never been underwater, yet she could only assume that what she was currently feeling was how it would have been; she could see those who were surrounding her moving their lips, yet every sound seemed to be somewhat muffled, their movements far too slow to be normal. The red-head knew that this wasn't a good sign, not when Brenda's lips looked as dark as the night sky; there was only one plausible explanation for what was going on and Margaret found herself praying to be wrong.

Some people were trying to hold back the rest of the Group as Vince neared both Newt and Brenda. As soon as the adult neared Newt, Margaret's head snapped in his direction, her eyes challenging him to take a step closer as her free hand curled around her hand gun. "One move, one fucking move." She muttered loud enough for Vince to hear. The man simply nodded at her, his hand reaching for Newt's wrist as the boy was clutching it for dear life. What she saw next sent chills down her spine; apparently both Brenda and Newt had been bitten, the former on her ankle and the latter on his left wrist.

"Oh shit" The click of a gun caused Margaret's body to work on autopilot. The red-head threw her body against Newt's, successfully acting as a human shield for the sandy-blonde boy. She didn't care that he had been bitten, or that he was clearly far from okay as his lips had turned a dark shade of grey. The red-head didn't even care about her safety at that point, only caring about stopping Vince and his other men from shooting Newt as Thomas managed to free himself and do the same for Brenda. "We've got two cranks!" It was chaos at its finest, everyone screaming and trying to stop those who belonged to the Right Arm from shooting either Newt or Brenda as Margaret tugged onto the injured girl's arm and placed herself in front of both of the bitten.

"You're not getting them. Over my dead body, you hear me?!" Margaret's scream somehow managed to top Thomas' while he was trying to convince a rather angry and panicked Vince. However, it wasn't her outburst that managed to gain the man's attention, but her next movements, as Margaret clutched her gun and pointed it at Vince, a cocking sound echoing all around them and silencing every single person that had neared the Group. "You are not gonna kill them. One wrong move and so help me God, I am decorating the sand with your brain matter." The red-head could see the panicked looks on her fellow Survivors' faces, yet she did not care; she wasn't going to give up, she wasn't going to lose Newt just like she'd lost her twin. She might have not been there for Gally, but she sure as hell was there for the sandy-haired boy. A part of her wanted to scream, curse everything and everyone; the fact that Newt wasn't immune was one of the biggest slaps in the face she'd ever received. Scratch that, it was more like a gun-shot wound in the stomach than a slap, painful and debilitating to no extent.

"There's gotta be something you can do." Thomas's pleading tone caused Margaret to stop talking altogether, a stray tear falling down her cheek as she looked at a panicked Jorge who was being forcibly held back. Marg had become a human shield for both Newt and Brenda, visibly shocking the dark-skinned man.

"Vince, that's enough! Let them go." The red-head could still hear her violent heart beat as a woman with kind featured neared the group. Her face seemed to pale slightly as her eyes travelled from Thomas to Margaret, who scrunched her brows in confusion.

"They're infected, doc." Was all the man told the woman that had reached them, causing the red-head to glare even harder, her gun still directed towards him; if looks could kill, Vince would have already been lying dead on the floor, courtesy of Margaret. "There's nothing we can do for them." The man was still pointing his gun towards both Newt and Brenda, some of his men doing the exact same. The woman, however, looked as if she had seen two ghosts, her eyes not even meeting those of the young injured, as they kept scanning the two teens who were defending their friends.

"No, but they can." She nodded towards both of the co-Leaders, causing Marg to slightly cock her head due to her statement. "Hello Margaret, I hoped I'd see you again." The red-head could feel multiple eyes burning holes in the back of her head, yet she couldn't bring herself to move as she stared at the woman who smiled at her; somehow the teen was able to notice how sad the woman seemed to be as she looked at her, regretful even. "And hello, Thomas." Margaret didn't trust herself to speak, afraid that she'd show how scared she truly was in that moment; thankfully, Thomas never seemed to shy away from the opportunity to ask questions.

"What? You know me? You know us?" The brunette briefly turned around to meet Margaret's eyes, the red-head simply shaking her head telling her co-Leader that she had no idea who that woman was.

"I think I saw you, but I don't remember." Margaret didn't even realise she had spoken out loud, her words completely contradicting the look she had just shared with Thomas. Somehow the woman's voice had managed to jog one of the red-head memories.

A brunette doctor dressed in WICKED clothing rushing towards a younger version of herself and holding her face, a sentence whispered in her ear and tears cascading from both of their eyes as a young Margaret simply nodded in response before the doctor was dragged away by another man as alarms blared all around a very similar facility.

"You said goodbye to me, you fled." A small, yet genuine, smile appeared on the woman's lips.

"Interesting. You keep remembering things, I knew you were different." The woman spoke up as she looked directly into Marg's eyes. "As for you, Thomas. It makes sense they'd put you in the Maze. Though I must admit, I was worried they'd kill both of you." As she continued speaking, the brunette neared Brenda's and Newt's body, causing Margaret to shift in front of the sandy-haired boy's. "They knew you had a lot of potential, Margaret, the ruthless routines you had to endure-" A sight escaped the woman's mouth as she slightly bent her head and shook it in disappointment. "They must have found out what you did, that's the only reason why they would have put you in Maze C. And by the looks of it, they tried to kill you more than once." Even if the woman was speaking to Margaret, her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear as they all stared at the red-head in confusion. "And you, Thomas. I was worried they'd murder you after what you did, and what you tried to do."

"What I did?" Thomas sentence came out as a question, his gaze falling upon a rather confused Margaret who slightly moved aside so the woman could check Newt's pulse.

"The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore. You told me about Margaret, the girl who was surviving in a place where people were most likely to die, the same girl that convinced me to leave to being with. The girl who gave me her first journals full of notes. The red-head who had managed to turn young kids into soldiers and who WICKED was afraid they couldn't control." When the woman's gaze went from Thomas to Margaret, the latter felt as if her heart had plummeted into her stomach. "It was too much for you, that and watching your friends die one by one. The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every WICKED compound, trial, lab and, thanks to what Margaret wrote down and told you, you informed me of their defence tactics, of their weaponry. Margaret had given you her last notebook, you told me she had asked you to tell me everything, that the day would come that you would have wanted to, but it was too late for her. You told me about the girl who trusted you, regardless of what your job was; the red-head girl who helped Vince escape from the base the day I fled."

Everything inside Margaret's head started to click, each piece of the puzzle falling together; it wasn't coincidence that she had approached Thomas, nor it was the fact that the two worked so well together. Marg had trusted Thomas before, she had trusted him with whatever she had learned when she sneaked out of her room once she was sure the coast was clear. Snippets of memories she'd never understood before, immediately started to make a lot more sense.

A red-haired girl tip toeing, hiding in a small laundry basket as she scribbled down numbers and names of weapons she never heard or seen before; the same girl locking herself inside a small cupboard as she listened to what WICKED guards were told to do in case of a breach, the same journal in her hands as she wrote down word by word. And finally, a fourteen-year-old girl yanking a brunette boy in a small room with no cameras, whispering to him as she handed him a thick journal, both of her hands clutching his shoulders as she looked at him pleadingly. "You're better than them, Thomas. Give these information to Mary, tell her everything."

Margaret had spent years trying to understand what those memories meant and it looked like she wasn't the only one, as Thomas stared at her, eyes wide open. "You are the red-head from my memories." That sentence was enough to confirm Marg's theories.

"They were our sources." Vince mumbled in shock.

"We couldn't have pulled this off without them." The brunette Margaret now recognised as the only doctor that was ever kind to her, Mary, confirmed. "Take both of them to the tent." The doctor added as she motioned at both Newt and Brenda.

"Mary, right?" Margaret's voice was shaky, her right hand trying to secure the hand-gun back on her holster.

"I missed you, kid." The woman placed a hand on the teen's cheek, just like in Margaret's memory, before motioning for the red-head to follow her towards the tent where a group of men were taking both Brenda and Newt.

Everything was starting to make sense; Rat Man's behaviour towards her, how the Grievers seemed to always attack her parties, the lengthy conversation Janson had forced her to have in regards to what she remembered while she was in the Maze.

"Thomas, come with us. I need to get some blood from you two." Mary's voice brought Margaret back to reality; as the red-head turned around to meet Thomas' eyes, she noticed how everyone was staring at them in complete shock due to what they'd just been told, everyone but Teresa. The brunette teen looked wounded, disappointed even; it was a rather unnerving sight, yet the red-head couldn't bring herself to care in that moment. All she wanted was to help Newt.

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   Brenda and Newt had been laid down inside a rather big tent, both of them on top of separate cots that were only divided by an open curtain. While Thomas had been asked to sit by Brenda, Margaret took a seat next to Newt. The red-head brought her hand on top of the sandy-haired boy's as Mary fixed a needle in her arm in order to draw some blood from her; a small bottle stood in front of her, the thick red liquid slowly filling it drop by drop.

"In the beginning, we were lost." As Mary worked behind Thomas, Margaret's eyes remained trained on Newt's body; the boy that managed to make her feel things she'd never felt before laid there, shivering and in pain. The red-head clasped Newt's left hand in hers, leaving a chaste kiss on top of his knuckles before lowering her forehead on top of the very same spot, almost in prayer. "All we knew for sure was that the younger you were, the stronger your chances."

"You worked for WICKED?" Margaret would have chuckled at Thomas' question, yet all she could bring herself to do was pray. She didn't even know how it worked, how someone prayed. She had some vague memories that regarded places where people would meet up to do so, yet each single one was too hazy for her to actually remember. She had never prayed before, yet here she was, praying for Newt to make it through, for Mary to save him.

"Long time ago, before I realised what they were putting some of the kids through, before Margaret told me about what she had found out during one of her - evening adventures." The red-head slowly raised her head, her eyes briefly meeting Mary's as the woman stared at her with a sad look on her face, almost as if she was asking for forgiveness. "At first we had the best intentions. Find a cure, save the world. It was clear you kids were the key, because you were immune. But why?" Marg had to bite her tongue, she felt like screaming in her face, asking her if she was kidding since they lost a member of the Group because of some cranks and Newt was currently lying in front of her, his body sweating even more than all of them together after a full day in the desert. "Eventually, we found an answer. An enzyme produced by the brains of the immune; once separated from the bloodstream, it can serve as a powerful agent to slow the spread of the virus."

"If you found a cure, why the Mazes? Why all the experiments?" Marg's hands didn't let go of Newt's as she questioned Mary.

"We didn't exactly find a cure." The doctor was holding two vials, one being the product of Thomas' blood, the one that would have been used on Brenda, and the second one being the product of Marg's, that would have been injected in Newt's bloodstream. "The enzyme can't be manufactured, only harvested from the immune. The young."

"The harvest room." Margaret didn't intend to speak out loud, yet she noticed Thomas turning around and sharing a meaningful look with her; they had both connected the dots. The compound was a 'well-kept slaughter house'; they might have kept the teen's bodies intact, but they were, slowly but surely, killing them one by one by drawing as much blood as possible from every last one of them.

"Of course, that didn't stop WICKED." Mary scoffed loudly as she proceeded to prepare the second syringe. "If they had their way, they'd sacrifice an entire generation. All for this." As the doctor turned around, Margaret couldn't help but to stare at the two syringes in Mary's hands; both of them held only a small amount of liquid, yet to get to that, she had to draw a lot more blood from both herself and Thomas. The concept gave Margaret the chills; did her father know what WICKED was doing? She was sure he had no idea, for he would have never sent his two kids to be slaughtered by a group of scientists. "A gift of biology, of evolution. But one not meant for all of us."

After having injected Brenda, Mary moved onto Newt, injecting the liquid she had obtained from Margaret's blood into the sandy-haired boy's bloodstream. The moment the liquid entered his body, a loud exhale escaped from the boy's mouth, causing the red-head to smile and caress his forehead before running her hand through his messy hair.

Margaret didn't leave, not when Mary suggested them to do so, nor when Jorge followed her, leaving only Thomas and the red-head in the tent, sitting next to the two injured teens. She kept running her hand through Newt's hair, a small smile on her lips when she noticed his body visibly relaxing under her touch. A small and thin curtain was now separating the two cots, giving both Brenda and Newt enough privacy as they rested. Regardless of what Mary had told them, regardless of the fact that she claimed they couldn't have come with them, Margaret smiled as she made her own decision. If they were to be left behind, she would have stayed with them, because there was no way in hell that she would have ever left Newt.

"It's nice." A gasp escaped her lips when the words left Newt's mouth, a small smirk on his lips as his eyes remained closed. "Your hand in my hair, it's nice." A chuckle escaped Marg's lips as she slightly shook her head due to the fact that he had been on the verge of 'death' and his first words as a 'recovered person' regarded the fact that she was running her hands through his hair. Suddenly the amusement left his face, his eyes squinting open in Marg's direction. "They could have killed you."

"Oh, shut up already." Marg shook her head in disbelief. "What did you think, that I would have let them shoot you?" The red-head cocked a brow, only for realisation to hit her like a tsunami. Newt had always been safe and guarded, the only time he could have come in contact with a crank was - "You were bit because of me. The crank that almost got to me, it bit you when you pushed me away." By now Margaret's hands were shaking; Newt had almost died because of her, to save her.

"I would do it all over again. I am not gonna let you die, and that's not a promise. That's a fact." She didn't think it was possible, but Newt's smile widened even more as he caressed Marg's cheek, the red-head leaning into his hand as her heart beat kept increasing every second that went by. "It's hopeless." The sandy-haired boy muttered, letting his arm fall back on top of the white sheet, every hint of happiness leaving his face and being replaced by what looked like defiance.

For the second time ever since they set foot in the Right Arm's camp, Margaret acted without any hesitation whatsoever. One second the red-head was staring at Newt, both of them looking at each other as different emotions danced through their eyes, the next her lips met the sandy-haired boy's. She didn't know what to expect, but the feeling that took over her body was probably one of the best feelings ever; it was as if someone had decided to set off a thousand fireworks within her, as if a new surge of confidence, mixed with utter bliss, took over her. Both of their lips were chapped, curtesy of the scorch, but their kiss was far from awkward or shy; they were like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, their lips moved in perfect sync against one another. As Marg's right hand rested on top of Newt's chest, the boy with the weird accent brought the red-head even closer by hiding his hands in her hair, his left hand slowly making its way to the back of her neck. Margaret smiled against Newt's lips, their foreheads resting one against the other before the red-head pecked his lips once more.

"Okay, definitely not hopeless." A chuckle escaped Newt's lips, causing Margaret to lightly swat him against his torso. She couldn't stop smiling as she realised that they both had feelings for one another.

"Idiot." Marg snorted while running a hand through her hair and pulling back a few strands that had managed to fall in front of her eyes. She wasn't given time to do more, for Newt had already placed the palm of his hand against her cheek and slowly brought their lips together one more time. Both of them were smiling as they silently confessed how they felt to one another, something that no one could have ever taken away from the two teens.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

It FINALLY happened! #MEWT has happened!

 Is Newt gonna be as lucky as Brenda after the transfusion?

 Why does Mary care so much Margaret? And before someone says it, no. She is NOT her mom.

 Margaret had her own suspicions when it came to WICKED. She started spying on them before she was sent in her Maze and she was the one who tipped Mary off at the beginning. While Teresa knew that Thomas gave the coordinates of a few places, she had no idea that Thomas gave Mary every last bit of info on Marg's last journal! How do you think she took it?