~ Thought I'd point out backwards jump in time. ~

He had woken up thinking it a strange thought because the obvious fact that he was dead, it sure felt like waking up though. Also strange was the beeping sound in this afterlife, steady and high pitched. His side hurt like hell and he wondered if that was where he was, far more pleasant than he thought it'd be.

He cracked his eyes open, a panelled white ceiling stretched above him.

"Hpmf," He muttered finding his throat dry and scratchy, "Hell sure seems bland." He reached up to rub his grubby eyes and then it snapped into place and he ran his hands all over his face.

Alive. Alive? How in the bloody hell was he alive!? Last he remembered bleeding out on the floor he had a snow balls chance. He sat up instantly regretting it as nausea swamped him and he had the sudden urge to vomit. Newt groaned pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes before sitting up slower tossing off the rough sheets and swinging his bare feet to the floor. He tried to stand and his bad leg gave out on him and he fell to the floor with a pained gasp.

He looked about the room and was suddenly aware of the tubes stuck in his forearms, he tugged them out with a hiss and tried to stand again having more success this time, making it to the door with a few stumbles. Turning the cool handle he moved into a hallway, it was bare and eerie. Yep, has to be a hospital. He heard voices coming from one end thinking it was best to get some information he started the awkward stumble towards them, supporting his still wobbly legs with a steadying hand on the wall.

However he managed to escape death was not important right now, besides the only obvious explanation was that whoever put him that bed must've saved him somehow. The last thing he remembered was fuzzy, someone telling him it'd be alright. Tommy.

Newt stopped his heart in his throat, where was Tommy what happened to him? Did he get out alright? Was he here? Questions raced through his mind, and all he knew was he had to get out of this place and find him. He continued the lumber towards the voices that were getting louder, couldn't be much longer now. He looked around a corner and snapped his head back, a few metres up there were people wheeling stretchers with sheets drawn over whatever was on them, or whoever. Newt thought with a shiver, he warily peeked around the corner again upon seeing the back end of a stretcher he rushed forwards, adrenaline and curiosity aiding his course. Damn Thomas was rubbing off on him.

He made it inside the doors before they closed, a man walked with the women pushing the gurney. He was straight backed and as seemingly cunning as Newt had ever seen someone. He found a hiding spot listening closely, for anything helpful. He chanced a look at the pair and was horrified to see bodies, children his age, hanging, strung up to machines. The lady and the man didn't seem at all fazed by their surroundings, Newt tucked himself further into the place he'd found between two stacks of metallic boxes, listening intently trying to keep his breathing under control.

"The results so far doctor?" asked the nasally voice of the man. Who Newt decided instantly that he didn't like.

"Not what we hoped Janson." She was scratching something on a note pad. "At this rate it'll be an age before we get any closer to a cure."

A cure? Newt thought remembering what the blonde women said back in that lab. They were the cure. The Gladers. Surely this was different. Newt hoped desperately.

"We'll have to wait for word from Ava, before we make any changes." Janson said tiredly, worn from the weight on his shoulders, while Newt was frozen the same Ava? Couldn't be. It just...Couldn't. "For now I have to call the next group of subjects in for sedation."

"I will prep the nurses." The doctor said the clipping of her shoes announcing her departure.

Not long after she left, Janson began towards the exit muttering something frustratedly. What few words Newt managed to hear left him tingling with fear that flourished from the base of his spine all the way to his fingertips, icy and incapacitating.

"Had to be done. Thomas and the others were nothing but trouble." He left through the whoosh of the door, Newt following a few seconds later.

He ran, stumbling a few times. He ran with the fear that those words meant what he thought. Newt tripped falling to the floor curses flying out his lips, he rubbed his bad ankle breathing heavily. His chest was seizing up, He wasn't. He wasn't, he couldn't be. No. Newt was hyperventilating the words could've meant anything, but the very thought of… it made his world go dark. It was a fear stronger than he had ever felt before. Tight gripped and suffocating, strangling every last smidge of hope from his exhausted being.

Thomas had told him to wait for him, had he waited too long? How long had he even been out? A week? A Month? Two? His head was spinning. Was it too late? Enough god damn it! Newt tamped down the useless hysteria, he had to get up and find him, tell Tommy. Everything.

He was on his feet again, this time his footing sure as he pelted down the long corridors bare feet slapping against the cold linoleum floor.

~Le jump of time. ~

His head was full of cotton as he grasped onto the life lines of consciousness, it filled his mouth his ears he could vaguely hear muffled voices shouting. He absently felt someone shaking his shoulders and he wished they would stop, the way his head flopped uselessly was less than comfortable. His thoughts were jumbled and slippery if he reached out to grasp one they'd just skitter away out of his reach.

Thomas cracked his eyes open with a groan, his body was heavier than lead but now, now he had his fingers wrapped around a clear thought. He shot upright, almost head butting Minho who leaped backwards.

"Finally shuck-face I was starting to think you needed a kiss or something." The Keeper jested rising from where he'd fallen.

"Newt," Thomas said, frantically eyes wide his breathing became erratic. "Where is he? What happened?"

"Woah Greenie. We don't know all right. After they stuck you with that needle they took him away." Minho explained.

"And you let them!" Thomas's seethed rising so quickly to his feet that he cracked his head on the bed frame above, falling back to the mattress with a groan.

"Slim it. You'll be lights out again if you keep acting like that." Minho said with a chuckle at Thomas's glare, "Besides we tried, but big beefy guys threatened us with these huge shucking guns."

"We have to get to him." Thomas was on his feet again moving towards the door.

"It's not like he's in any danger they saved us remember."

He ignored Minho, there was no time to explain. The Gladers followed him with confused exclamations, he wasn't listening, and the only thing he knew was that it was useless babble that wouldn't help.

He kicked the door and when that didn't work he rammed it with his shoulder, pain racked through his body but he didn't care his mind set on getting to Newt. Getting him back and never letting him go ever again. The door stood despite his efforts, probably because it was solid steel a fact that had slipped the frantic boy's mind. He pounded his hand against the rectangle of glass once, twice before Minho grabbed his arm flipping him round and pinning his arms down.

"Calm down you shucking lunatic."

"Let me go Minho!" Thomas spat, glaring at the boy and trying to wiggle from his hold.

"Quit it. You were gonna break something or split open your hand again if you kept at it." He scolded Thomas's glare doing nothing to faze him. The Gladers behind hadn't moved to do anything, smart to because by the way Thomas was struggling they would've probably got a fist to the face.

"Minho we have to go now. Right now. He knows stuff he's not supposed to." Thomas was crazed with fear for his friend no time for coherent thinking.

"Oh now your making sense."

"Damn it Minho! He saw bodies strung up to machines, being drained." Minho's eyes widened a fraction. "Yeah, something like that must be public knowledge. I think I know where these greener pastures are."

Minho's eyes were lit with understanding, the dire situation hitting him full in the face. "Oh sh…"

"You get me now, I don't think the Rat man would take kindly to those who knew that little secret." Minho let go of Thomas running a hand through his spiked hair.

"What are we gonna do." Minho asked turning back to Thomas.

"There's no way out of here." Said one of the Gladers sullenly.

Thomas gestured exasperatedly to the door he had just been kicking.

"Dude be realistic, you're not going to break it down." Minho sighed.

"What have you got?" Thomas shouted desperately.

There was a clatter of metal as a small vent cover flew from under one of the bunks. A kid their age followed after his brown hair messy and green eyes blazing.

"Who the hell are you?" Yelped Frypan.

"Aris." He had a country twang to his voice, Thomas was again sceptic, that timing of his was at least a bit suspicious. What he said next wiped the doubt from the brunette's mind.

"I know where he took your friend."

"Newt." Thomas croaked with relief, daring to let the slightest of hope seep through. "Where? He?"

"Follow me and hurry." He was gone after that and Thomas didn't hesitate to follow.

"All of you come on we're getting out now." Thomas said getting on his hands and knees to see the vent the Aris kid had come from.

"What? Why?" Asked one of the Gladers sounding incredibly affronted.

"Why?" Thomas repeated taken aback. "Look, if you want to stay and be strung up and sucked dry I won't judge your preferences. I however would like to live, no puppet strings attached."

There were more stubborn grumbles and Thomas ground his teeth, there was no time.

"Okay. You all stay and I'll go with Aris?" He offered irritation evident in his voice.

Minho placed a hand on Thomas's shoulder, "Dude he's my friend too. I'm coming." Thomas smiled and nodded glad to have some back up.

It felt like hours and Thomas's knees had started to ache. Then finally, after watching the green eyed kid continuously shooting round one corner then popping his head back to tell them to go faster, he stared back at them. This time his eyes were bright with accomplishment.

"It's just up 'ere." He said in a hushed whisper.

Thomas slid beside Aris starring down through thin slanted holes into what looked like some sort of interrogation room. The Rat man's nasal tones drifted up to Thomas's ears.

"What did you see?"

"Where are the others? Where's Thomas?" The brunette felt the relief wrap around him like a warm blanket. Newt's Alive.

He heard the distinct sound of a hand connecting with the side of a face. "I'll ask again, what did you see?" A poisonous anger flared in Thomas's chest, crawling like an infestation of acidic ants under his skin. Newt was alive, now there were only two things left. Kill the Rat bastard and escape.

Newt spat the blood from his mouth, and gave a chuckle. "Well, right now I see an ugly son of a bitch with anger issues, but other than that I don't recall a thing." The man growled nostrils flaring, "Now I'll ask you again. Where's Tommy."

"What a Shock." The Rat man said, "Quite literally. Too bad Tommy's not here to make you talk."

Thomas chose that moment to drop in, landing in an improvised crouch on the metal bench. He pulled the gun he'd snagged from one of the guards during the scuffle earlier, pointing the barrel at Janson's forehead.

"Tommy! Where in bleeding hell did you come from?" The blonde yelped.

"Newt," Thomas's ordered without taking his eyes from the manic brown of the Rat man's, "Get up. We're leaving." The Rat man smirked surprising Thomas.

"Ah Tommy I-" A world shattering scream cut off his words, Thomas could hear it tearing his friends throat, like thin shards of a broken soul piercing his heart. He spun to face Newt, his friend's head was thrown back and he arched away from the solid chair, thick leather straps secured his hands, and Thomas assumed ankles, his hands clenching and unfurling rapidly. Bolts of electricity fingered erratically across the blonde's body. Another hoarse scream followed, and Thomas' insides boiled and jerked at the sound. He was breaking he felt it, like the creak of a branch about to snap.

Then it stopped and Thomas couldn't tear his eyes from Newt as the blonde heaved in shaky breaths the only sound breaking the buzzing silence. Sweat dampened blonde curls clung to his forehead.

Thomas registered the feeling of the gun being snatched from his hand and being pulled back off the table. His gaze never strayed from Newt, he had to see him, had to have visual assurance that he was alive. Not even that cool press of metal against his head could startle his eyes from the blonde. He absently realised he was sitting in a chair the gun barrel poised at his temple, his life could end in a second. Every moment of fighting in the maze meant nothing if he died now. Many would assume that, that there is the worst thing that could possibly happen, but no. No the worst thing was still an echo just as piercing in his mind. That awful shrilling cry of pain. That, Thomas knew, was worse than any death.

Newt gained enough of his pain stricken mind to move his aching muscles, lifting his head. The hazy blur of his sight focused on the absent and incredulous gaze of Thomas's mahogany orbs. The brunette sat opposite him, further inspection and Newt saw the weapon set at the side of his head.

The sight hit the boy hard as he realised that the fear on Thomas's face wasn't for his own safety but for his. Newt was straining against the binds at his limbs, gritting his teeth as his exhausted body shrieked at him. Damn stupid straps, damn stupid Thomas trying to save a lost cause. "Needed to be the bloody hero again, huh Thomas?" Newt ground out weakly, "Why? How could you be so freaking stupid?!"

"Haven't worked it out Newton?" Asked the Rat man with mock surprise. "And here I was believing they picked the bunch of you because of your heads." He cocked the gun and surprisingly aimed it above at the roof where Thomas had dropped from. "I think some more of your friends are waiting up there. Shall I start shooting?"

The high possibility of Minho and Aris dying seemed to shock Thomas from his frozen state. "No d-'

"Uh, uh, uh," the gun was back at Thomas's head. "Now you all up there, get back to your rooms now or Tommy's head is going to have a brand new hole."

No sound of the retreat was heard, and Newt spoke startling Thomas with the strength in his voice.

"You lot! Get out of here now! Wait for us back at the bunks." Again there was no sign or sound of retreat.

"All of you stubborn shanks listen! As far as you're concerned I'm still second in command so get, your shuck asses back to the bunks now or Thomas is gonna pay the price!"

Finally giving up the sound of metallic thumping sounded overhead, but Newt didn't look settled.

"Do I sound like I'm pulling one Minho?!"

There were angry grumbles and curses as more thumping joined the rest. No back up, no plan, just dandy.

"Now," Started Janson moving from beside Thomas to stand to the side of Newt, Thomas had a feeling that he wasn't going to like what came next, at all. "Back to business."

The gun fired. Thomas was frozen in his seat.

Whatever reason Ratman had for shooting the security camera, straight through the lens, only affirmed Thomas's bad feeling.

"Now I don't know how much of this shock therapy will be fatal." Janson's tone was indifferent and thoughtful. "But I'm sure now Tommy here has joined us, that the answers I need will be provided."

"Answers?" Thomas questioned harshly.

"Yes." He affirmed, "Like the location of the rebelling miscreants who call themselves the Right Arm."

"How would I-"

"Know that? Well I'm sure it's buried in that blocked memory of yours." The man interrupted. "We'll just have to pull them to the surface. And that is where dear Newton comes into play."

Newt stiffened and stared worriedly at his friend, and then the white streaks of pain danced while the blonde screamed.

~Boop.~

Recent notes, damn thing to write this is, like trying to force something even the shit similes are evading me. Christ! Damn stuff this pain for another say stupid blasted plot is going al wibbly. Stupid stupid stupid! *Throws computer at wall* okay maybe ill take out the stuff I just wrote and change it but I don't wanna! Cello, cello, cello I will be a Cellist. *Giggles* Yeah I freeking did it, YEAH I FREAKING DI IT! I had my first lesson fuckers. Woo!

Okay notes because my brain is being stupid, Janson grabs Thomas because he knows this is a better method of torture, talks about the fault in biology, about newt's jump and they share looks and all angsty and shit, Minho falls down guns a blazing and knocks out the ass Rat man (well maybe I'll figure that shit out later.) yeah still don't got the ending. A crap so much freaking work I have to do FML! Sideways…..