Crank

Crank

Crank (Newt x Thomas)

Word Count: 1244 words

Warnings: kissing, spoilers for tdc, mild violence, cuddling

Summary: Since they’ve been at WICKED Thomas notices something off about his friend

Newt twists his hands in his lap, staring at his fingers. They twitch involuntarily, but that was nothing new. He was loosing count of the things he had lost control of.

The boy clenches and unclenches his fist, sighing when his whole fist shook slightly. He didn’t know how long he could hide it from the brunet that was now looking at him like he had just started speaking Latin or something.

It didn’t matter, but if he could, making his friend worry least was the best option. The other boys were talking amongst themselves, Thomas having stopped staring at him and now in deep conversation with Minho and Brenda.

The blond pushed himself to his feet, slipping out of the door. If he could just get away from a moment, maybe the twitching in his hands would calm down.

He pulled his jacket further down his arms and around his neck. It wouldn’t be much longer before the black veins that hid there would peep out from under his clothes.

Newt hurried down a long corridor, looking around at the many doors than line it.

He was looking for a particular one. One that a WICKED worker had shown him upon their arrival. It had a plate on the door, brass, by the looks of it, not that it mattered.

Finally he reached the door with his name on it. ‘Newt’ and below the neatly carved letters, ‘The Glue’.

Opposite the this door, was one that read, ‘Thomas: To be killed by Group B’. He found himself staring at these intriguing words, wondering, for perhaps the hundredth time, what it could mean.

Shaking his head slightly, he put his hand on the doorknob, when a voice sounded from behind him, “Where are you off to in such a hurry.”

Newt doesn’t jump. He knew the boy would follow him. Knew he would notice him slip away. “What do you want Tommy.” He spins on his heel, sounding more weary than annoyed.

“I want to know what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.” Newt rubs his eyes with a hand.

“You really expect me to believe that?” Thomas steps closer to him, scanning his face. Newt doesn’t answer. “I’m just tired Tommy, it’s been a bloody long day. Heck, it’s been a bloody long week.”

The brunet smiles at his friend, seeming to relax, or at least stop looking at Newt like he was trying to x-ray him with his eyes. Relaxing as well, Newt puts an arm on the doorframe and leans on it.

Thomas smile disappears immediately, “what’s that on your arm?” His voice is sharp and panicked.

“What?! Nothing.” Newt quickly pulls his jacket sleeve down more, silently cursing himself.

“Let me see.” With surprising speed, Thomas grabs Newts arm and pulls down his sleeve. Dark veins snaked up his arm, standing out obscurely on his pale skin.

“Oh Newt.” Thomas whispers quietly, looking down at the veins.

“It’s nothing.” He pulls his arm out of the brunet’s grip and pulls the sleeve down.

“Nothing? What do you mean it’s nothing?”

“Don’t Tommy, you’re not helping.”

“Newt, you can’t just hide this.”

“I’m bloody well gonna try.”

“But,” Thomas was looking incredulously at his friend, “aren’t you scared.”

“Of what? Dying?”

“Well, yeah”

“No, no not of dying.”

“Then what?”

Newt doesn’t look at Thomas, there is something in his eyes that Thomas can’t deceiver.

“I’m scared of turning into a bloody psycho. I don’t want to hurt you. Any of you.” He adds quickly.

“You’re not going to. We’ll find a cure, you’ll see.”

“You’re so delusional Tommy, you really think there’s a cure?”

“Yes I do.”

“Then I’m not the only one who’s going mad.”

Newt turns his back on Thomas, once again placing a hand on the doorknob.

“You’ve changed.” The brunet’s murmur sounds from behind him. He doesn’t know what made him do. What made anger surge inside of him.

Next thing he knew, he had Thomas pinned against a wall, their faces about an inch apart.

“Of course I’ve changed, we’ve all bloody changed. My minds being eaten away as we speak for shucks sake.”

Newt suddenly seems aware of what he’s doing and backs away from Thomas, looking, terrified, down at his twitching hands.

“I’m sorry Tommy. I didn’t-“

Thomas moves forward and hugs his friend. The boy stands there stiffly for a moment before hugging him back. It was the first time he had been hugged since, well, since he could remember. It wasn’t as though hugs were a common thing around the gladers.

Newt puts his head on the other’s shoulder, practically melting into his arms. “I’m sorry Tommy. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t know why-“

“Forget it okay?”

“I-“

“Newt”

“But-“

He doesn’t get to finish. Thomas presses his lips on his, stopping his words. Newt freezes, at first processing what was going on, then he’s kissing him back.

The two sway on the spot, the blond wrapping his arms around Thomas’ neck, pushing himself closer to him. He holds him as though he will float away at the slightest sign of letting go.

They break apart, but stay there for a few more moments, foreheads pressed together, before Thomas says, somewhat reluctantly, “You should get some rest.”

Newt nods slowly, but doesn’t let go of the boy before him as he moves towards his room. Without any objections, Thomas follows. The door is pushed open and they step inside the dark room.

Thomas walks Newt towards the bed and he slumps down onto it, not even bothering to change. He curls up, but keeps his eyes open, watching Thomas closely. His hand cups on of Newt’s cheeks and moves up into his hair which he strokes softly.

The boys breathing levels and he closes his eyes. Believing he’s asleep Thomas starts to get up. A hand reaches out and hold onto his sleeve. He looks down to see Newt gripping onto his jacket feebly, looking a little desperate.

“Please Tommy, stay.”

The boy smiles softly, taking the hand gently into his own, “ok.” Newt’s face lights up instantly and he sits up in the bed, moving over to Thomas can sit down. They sit next to each other, arms pressed together.

Newt’s head rests on the other’s shoulder, his blond hair tickling his neck. Thomas’ eyes close and he feels sleep tugging at him.

*

Golden light filters in through the window, shining on the two boys. Thomas’ eyes flit open and he is momentarily surprised to find himself, still sitting up in the bed, with Newt curled beside him, his head on the other’s chest.

He smiles down at his friend, the golden light of the morning turning his hair into a rippling amber river.

Footsteps sound from outside the door, snapping Thomas out of his daydreams. The door swings open revealing Minho, “Hey Newt, have you seen Thomas, he’s not in his-“

The boys eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the scene before him. He opens his mouth but Thomas shushes him, gesturing to the sleeping Newt. Minho smiles at the two of them for a moment before miming throwing up and leaving the room, closing the door softly.

Thomas could almost see Minho sprint down the hallway, telling anyone who would listen about what he had just seen, most likely exaggerated some details. But he found he didn’t care.

(Newt x reader fics coming soon!)

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Incorrect quote #3

Newt: how do you tell someone you like them without telling them you like them

Thomas: I don’t know. Just compliment them.

Newt: have I ever told you how nice your hair looks?

Thomas: yeah, try that on them

Newt: they’re really oblivious though

Thomas: maybe just tell them you like them then

Newt: I like you Tommy

Thomas: Yeah, exactly like that

Newt: …

Minho, in the background: oh my god

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if wicked wouldn’t have changed thomas’ name, newt would’ve called him stevie, i just know it

Edit of Newt and Thomas I made cause they’re a goofy lil duo. (Warning: Terrible editing, that’s on me)