After you found out Newts name, you convinced him to come over and help you lift the grate.

"Thanks," you mumble while jumping down into the tunnel beneath. You land on your feet, and stumble to the side a little, but catch yourself on the wall. It takes Newt longer to get down into the tunnel cause he sat down on the edge of the grate, and slowly lowered himself down so there was practically no drop. Maybe he's afraid of heights or something, you think to yourself.

"Ok we need to get to Marcus's house as soon as possible," you tell him while grabbing a flashlight, and aiming it around the tunnel you dropped down into. "But it's on the other side of the city," you finish.

"Aw bloody hell," you hear Newt mumble.

"Come on we need to move," you tell him while grabbing a notebook out of your back pack. You toss him a second flashlight, and he clicks it on. You open the notebook, to reveal a bunch of maps.

"How much bloody time did you spend down here," Newt asks from behind your shoulder, making you jump.

You spin around and face him with an angry and annoyed expression on your face. "You can't just go looking over my shoulder at my notebook," you snap at him. He has an apologetic look on his face, and suddenly you feel sorry for snapping at him. "Ok I'm sorry. Just don't do it again," you tell him, and his expression calms down. You both seem to come to an unspoken agreement to drop the subject.

"Ok so where are we going," he asks. You look back down at your notebook, and turn to your right.

"This way," you say while pointing down the tunnel. You start walking, and Newt speed walks to catch up to you, then falls into step beside you.

After a minute of silence he speaks up. "So why are you helping us," he asks.

"Pfft. Trust me. It's not my idea. If it weren't for Jorge and Brenda, I wouldn't be helping you guys out," you tell him truthfully.

"Why because of them," he continues, not seeming to care what you said about not helping them.

"They aren't immune," you state simply. "Jorge thinks you guys are our ticket to the Right Arm. They've been taking immunes to the safe haven for years, and that's where we want to go."

"And you aren't immune," he pushes, trying to get answers.

You sigh. "It's complicated. Yes I am an immune, but Jorge seems to like to use that against me. Leaves me behind to do all of his dirty work. He's known Brenda since she was almost five years old. He's like a father to her. I just showed up a year ago, and when Jorge found out, he used me to his advantage."

"Then why did you stay with them? Why did you just let him keep using you?" He asks, sounding almost baffled by the sheer thought of it.

You were starting to get frustrated. You didn't want him to know all of this about you, but for some reason, you felt drawn to tell him more. No stop it! You can't start caring about him, you snap at yourself.

"Because I care about them," you say, with an edge in your tone, hoping he'll get the hint.

"Ok but-" you cut him off by turning to him, grabbing the front of his shirt in your fists, and shoving him up against the wall. To say he was shocked was an understatement.

"Listen ok," you snap at him. "Sometimes when you care about someone your willing to do anything for them. Now I'm considered stupid for this, but it's true. Your supposed to look out for number one when your out here. Make sure you make it to the next day, but if you had been through shit like me, then you know that your life is the last one that counts compared to your friends and family's. You would do anything for them, and if you want to live, then don't do it my way, but if I had a chance to save the only family I had ever known, then for me it would be worth it." Your growling all of this to him, and he's still pinned between you and the wall.

After a second, the anger slowly fades from your head, and your fists loosen on his shirt. "I- I'm sorry," you tell him, while backing away, and looking to the ground. You lift your hands up, interlock them, and rest them on the top of your hood. You still hadn't taken it off, because you didn't want him to see the scars. After taking a few deep breaths, you turn back to him, but you don't look him in the eye. "We should keep moving. We'll walk for another hour or two, then we'll take a break for the night," you tell him, while looking anywhere but at him.

Without waiting for an answer, you turn, and start walking down the tunnel again. The only reason you know he's following is because you hear his soft footsteps right behind yours. You both walk for another two hours, no one talking, before you find an old abandoned room on the side of the tunnel.

"In here," you speak for the first time in what feels like forever. You climb into the room, and stumble down the stairs, with him following. You close the door behind him, and the only light is from the two flashlights you guys have on.

You just then realize how cold it really is in the room. You start walking around, and picking up old scraps of stuff, and setting them in a pile in the middle of the room. Newt seems to get the idea, and grabs things from the other side of the room. When you have a small pile of flammable things, you kneel down, and pull your matchbox out of your pack. You light two of them, and set them underneath the pile. It ignites the cloth, and eventually you have a small campfire going.

You both are still silent for who knows how long, just sitting up and staring at the fire, when he yawns.

"You should probably get some sleep," you tell him. "I'll stay up and keep watch."

"No love. I'm not letting you stay up on your own," Newt tells you in a firm tone, even though he's probably exhausted.

"For real you need to get some sleep. Were walking even further tomorrow, and I don't want to carry you half the way because your so tired," you tell him in a 'there's no discussing this' tone.

"Ya and what if that scenarios flipped around," he retorts.

"Just get some sleep. I'll be fine," you tell him, and he gives you a sad look. Eventually he gives in, and he lays down, using his arm as a pillow. "Here," you tell him while passing him your bag. You give him a look, that you always have Brenda when she was being stubborn, and he took the bag immediately setting it under his head, not wanting to deal with another angry outburst.

He closes his eyes, while facing you, and fairly quickly, you hear soft snores coming from his mouth. A stupid smile comes to your face when you hear the noise. It reminded you of... No! You will not think of him! Stop caring for the boy! It only leads to more heartache in the end!

You took your own advice, and turned your head away from him. You snuggle down into your jacket/cardigan, and keep an eye on the door. You stay like that for who knows how long, your gaze drifting from the fire to the door anytime you hear a random noise. But you don't remember falling asleep.

Time Skip

You shoot up from your sleeping position when you hear whispering and mumbling right outside the door. Your sitting down, leaning back on your hands, panicked from how long this had been going on. You do your best to keep your breathing even, but it's almost impossible.

You start crawling backwards away from the door, and you almost scream when you feel someone wrap a hand over your mouth from behind you. Before you can fight back, you turn your head to see it's just Newt. Your breathing heavy, and shaking a little from how scared you were. You hated that you looked this afraid, but it was true. You weren't some badass chick like Brenda. Ya you could shoot a gun, and throw a knife, but the cranks still gave you nightmares.

Newt puts a finger to his lips to tell you to be quiet, and you nod your head. He removes his hand from your mouth, and you both gently scoot backwards away from the door, and crawl under a table with a table cloth reaching the floor. It might not do much, but it was all you had at the minute. That's when you realize your backpack is still over by the burnt out fire.

Your about to crawl out and grab it, but the crank sounds get closer, and Newt grabs your arm. You give him an almost pleading look before he slowly releases your arm. You slowly peel out from under the table cloth, and see your bag about ten feet in front of you. You start crawling to it, and grab the strap. It had your gun, map, matches, compass, and your mother's necklace inside of it, so you couldn't lose it.

You pick it up, and start scrambling back to your hiding place. Just as your feet disappear under the cloth, you hear the door to the room burst open. You look at Newt and see he has a scared expression on his face, but you could almost guarantee yours was three times worse. You pulled your knife out of its holster on your thigh, and hold it in your shaking hand.

Your trying your best to control your breathing as you hear the cranks conversation.

"I smell them," one growls. Sounds like a man.

"Dinner," another man growls. His voice sends shivers down your back, and your shaking even more. You lift a hand up to your mouth to cover your heavy breathing. You feel something grab your hand that's holding the knife, and your head shoots to the side. You see Newt looking forward as if he can see through the table cloth, but you follow his arm down to his hand, and you see that it meets yours.

You subconsciously scoot closer to him, so close that the sides of your bodies are touching, but you don't care as you hear the cranks conversation continue.

"There probably already gone. The fires out," a female voice says.

One of them takes a deep breath. "No. There here," the first mans voice growls. You hear him start walking around the room, sniffing around like a dog. He stops right next to the table. You stop breathing. Suddenly you have a boost of courage as you see his shadow bending down next to the table.

You take your hand out of Newts, and grip the knife tightly in your hand. He reaches for you, but you smack his hand away as you crawl up to meet the crank, only the table cloth separating you.

Just as the cranks rotten fingers curl to the other side of the table cloth, you jump out from underneath the table. You shove the crank back, and he falls backwards while you stab the knife into his chest. The other two cranks come at you, and you have to roll to the side to dodge them. You see Newt scramble out from under the table, and you scream, "Get back!"

Unfortunately the cranks have already seen him, and they run up to grab him. You jump to your feet, and run at the cranks approaching a defenseless Newt. You knock both of them to the side by throwing your whole body at them, and now your trying to hold both cranks down while holding your knife.

One of the cranks shoves you off of them, while your able to stab the female. You don't realize that the other one had come up behind you until it jumps on your back, and rolls on top of you.

You thrash and kick underneath it, but it's stronger than you. Your forced to use your knife to hold its jaws back. The blade is in his mouth, and your holding him back by having one hand on either side of the knife, the metal digging into the skin on your right hand.

"Newt!" You scream as the crank gets closer, shoving the blade deeper into your hand.

Suddenly the crank is flipped off of you, and the edge of the blade is still stuck in your hand. You turn your head to see Newt on top of the crank, and he holds a gun up to the cranks head. He pulls the trigger, and black blood pours out of the fatal wound. Newts panting as he crawls off the now dead crank.

"Th-Thanks," you pant, as you sit up. You look down at your hand, and see the knife is still stuck sideways in it.

"(Y/n)," Newt asks in a worried tone when he sees your hand. You look at him with a scared expression on your face as you grab the handle, and quickly jerk the knife out of your hand. You scream, and you have to bite the side of your finger to keep from crying.

Newt runs to your side, and grabs your hand in both of his, and pulls it towards himself so he can inspect it. "I'm fine," you tell him, still holding back tears, and trying to pull your hand away from him.

"Bloody hell (Y/n) your not fine. Just let me look at it," he tells you in an annoyed but almost desperate tone.

"No I'm fine," you tell him stubbornly. You stand up, and hold your hand to your chest as you walk over to the table. You crawl under it, having to only use one hand to support yourself, and you grab your bag. You crawl back out, and see Newt standing there with his arms crossed, and honestly looking very intimidating.

"Don't look at me like that," you tell him. "Look it's just a little scratch. Nothing to worry about."

"What the shuck! You literally had to pull a bloody knife out of your hand, and your saying it's fine! How the hell is that fine," he shouts at you. You really don't want to get into a fight with him because you don't want to get more cranks to follow you guys... and you don't want him to find out anything else about you.

"Newt stop please. It's no big deal," you tell him in a desperate tone.

"Yes it is a big deal!" He shouts.

"Newt I promise I've had worse, now will you please shut up," you snap at him. His expression immediately goes soft. He walks up to you until he's standing right in front of you. You don't like how close he is to you, so you back up, but he just keeps following you. Eventually your back hits a wall, and you have no where to go. He's so close to you that your practically breathing in the same air, when he does something that surprises you. He reaches a hand up, and pulls the hood of your jacket off of your head. You hadn't taken it off since you left your room with Brenda, trying to hide the ugly marks.

His fingers reach up, and brush down the long scar on your cheek. "Is this what you mean? Cause I know what you've been through. I know what WICKED will do to innocent kids like you and me," he whispers. You take a deep breath of surprise. How the hell did he know that you got the scar from WICKED?

"I don't know what your-" your cut off by his lips on yours. At first you want to shove him off of you, but then you unwillingly melt into the kiss. His hand is on your cheek, and your good hand is in his hair. His other hand is hanging at your side, gripping the fingers of your hand tightly, but being careful to not hurt your palm.

Your kissing for who knows how long. A minute, an hour, when your brain finally kicks in, and you realize what's happening. You move your hand from his hair, and put it in between you two, so you can push him away gently by his chest.

"We can't do this," you tell him in a whisper.

"What do you mean?" Newt asks in a confused tone.

"I mean I can't do this. I can't start caring about another person. Not now," you tell him with regret in your tone.

"What do you mean you can't? It looks like you already have, so why are you trying to push me away now," he asks, sounding the tiniest bit frustrated that your blocking him out again, but mostly worried.

"I mean exactly what I said. I can't do this. I can't lose anyone else. Anyone I have ever cared about, I have lost, and I am not willing for it to happen again," you say with your voice cracking, and tears welling up in your eyes.

"You wanna know how I got this," you snap at him after a few minutes of silence while running your fingers over the scars. "I got it trying to save my family. I agreed to go through WICKEDs damn tests to keep my parents and little sister safe. You wanna know what happened to them?" Your raising your voice. You don't wait for an answer. "You wanna know why I broke out over a year ago on the night they have me this," you say while pointing to your scar. "I found out after a month of letting them test on me, torture me, use me, that my parents were already dead," every word you said, you started walking towards him while counting on your fingers. "Next thing I know they sent my little sister into the maze. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I lost everything. Everything!" You shout. "And I'm not willing to lose anyone else," you tell him, but your tone for your last sentence is sad and broken.

You do something that you had not done ever since Brenda found you in the Scorch. You cried. You fell to your knees, and leaned down until your head was resting on your legs. You sobbed into your pants, wishing you could stop, but you had no control. You feel Newt kneel down next to you, and he wraps his arms around you. You turn your body, and sob into his shoulder.

He mumbles sweet things to you and rubs soft circles on your back while you cry. "I won't leave you. It's gonna be ok. I'm not going anywhere."

You never realized how horrible you actually felt when you found out your parents were dead and your sister was gone. Ya you felt like a failure, but you hadn't cried about it ever since Brenda found you. You tried your best to not start caring about anyone except her and Jorge while you were living with them, and you succeeded. But ever since these boys showed up, and you jumped in between Newt and Barkley, you can't help but start to care for him. The whole situation pisses you off because you hate coming across as weak, but you knew eventually you would fall, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

Your cries turn to sniffles, and you eventually pull your head out of his shoulder. "Sorry," you mumble while looking down at the ground.

Newt reaches out and grabs your hurt hand in both of his gently, making sure he can't actually see the wound. You look up to meet his eyes, and it's like he's trying to look into your soul. "Don't be," he whispers. He slowly brings your hand up, and with his hands still softly wrapped around it, he sets it in his lap. He slowly turns your hand so your palm is facing up, all while never looking away from your eyes. You seem to have lost the will to fight because you don't even try to pull away from him.

When he's done turning your palm up, and gives you one last look as if he's asking for permission. Why do boys have to be so damn confusing! Your brain screams at you. After everything he just did, he's still going to ask your permission without actually asking. What? Your brain asks in an exasperatedly confused tone. You must have given him a look that said it's ok because for the first time in the past minute, his gaze leaves yours, and goes down to your hand in his lap.

He moves his hand so he can see the wound, and making sure your fingers don't curl over it. Your fingers twitch once as if giving one last failing attempt to cover it up, but his hand grips them tightly in a comforting manner. He bends your hand back a little bit, so your palm is pushed up into the air a little more, and just the small movement makes you hiss in pain.

"Sorry, love," he tells you while looking back up at the pained expression on your face. His gaze falls back on your hand, then he sets it back on his lap. He leans over a little, and reaches for the backpack that it sitting right next to him. He opens it up, and grabs some old cloth from the bottom of the bag. You watch as he unwraps it, and lifts your hand back up again.

He holds the end of the cloth in between your pointer finger and your thumb, and starts to wrap it around your hand. He probably should have rinsed the blood off of it first, but to late now. You hiss, and squeeze your eyes shut when he tugs