((so if you guys watch supernatural, the plot of this is basically the plot of The French Mistake, where the characters are cast into an alternate dimension where they are their actors))

((Y/N=Glader
Oli=actress))

N E W T

"What the bloody hell is that?" Newt asked, jumping into the Box. It had come up that week with a strange contraption in it, and it looked dangerous to you.

"Careful babe!" You called out as he inspected it.

"Looks like this is a control panel..." He muttered, hand gracing over one of the buttons too hard.

°•°•°

((now you're the actress, who I'm going to randomly name Oli Kester))

Newt landed with a hard thump on the ground of the Glade. He was confused as to why he was suddenly out of the box.

"Thomas!" You gasped as the director yelled cut. "Are you okay?"

"Y/N, what's happening?" He whispered, reaching for your hand.

You giggled and helped him up. "You must have really hit your head, I'm Oli."

"Oli?"

"You know, your best friend who plays your love interest in the movie we're filming?" You led him over to the seats behind the cameras as Dylan got him some ice.

"What movie?"

"The Maze Runner, now here, hold this to your head." You gestured to the ice Dylan had in his hand.

"Why'd you call me Thomas? He's Thomas." Your friend gestured to the other boy.

"No..." You said slowly. "That's Dylan, he plays Thomas. You're Thomas, and you play Newt. I'm Oli, and I play Y/N."

Newt was still confused, and you sighed. "Maybe you should go get some rest in your trailer."

"Right, my trailer." He eased himself off the seat and waked over to the cluster of trailers, eventually finding the one labeled 'Thomas Brodie-Sangster' and underneath it "Newt".

"So I guess that's my name." He mumbled to himself.

Hours later, you knocked on his door. "Are you feeling better, Thomas?"

"Yeah." He replied, although he did have a bit of a headache.

"The rest of us are going out to a grab a bite, you coming with us? I can text Isabella for you and see if she'll meet you there. She's worried about you since I called her about your fall."

"Us? Isabella?"

"Us is me, Ki, Dylan, Kaya, and Will. Isabella is your very concerned girlfriend you should probably call to tell her you're alright."

"Right, I'll do that after we go to dinner." He opened the door, looking very disheveled. His hair was touseled from when he had desperately tried to sleep his way back into Y/N's world, to no avail.

"Well come on, Ki's waiting with the car."

When he had followed you there, he soon learned that Gally was Will, and in fact was very nice, Minho was Ki, who was also very nice and wore glasses. Earlier he had pieced together Dylan/Thomas and Oli/Y/N, so the final piece was that Kaya was apparently the unconscious girl who was named Teresa. In this world, he disgruntledly discovered that Oli was in fact dating Will. He constantly had to remind himself that you were Oli, and Oli was Will's, which meant that he couldn't hold your hand or hug you or kiss you, and instead had to watch Gally/Will, do it.

Newt downed drink after drink, trying to pay attention to the conversation the other three were having rather than watch you and Will giggle and kiss and have your faces awfully close together, whispering.

"I'm leaving." He grumbled, standing up on wobbly legs.

"Thomas, you're drunk and a million miles away from London. I bet you don't even know where our hotel is." Dylan tried to stop him, and the confrontation caught your attention. Newt pushed him out of the way, mumbling something along the lines of 'damn Greenie doesn't know anything', before making his way out the door.

You leapt up off of Will's lap, and dashed after your friend. "Thom!" You yelled after him. "Thomas Brodie-Sangster get your ass back here right now!"

He obliged, shuffling back over to you. "What is going on with you?" You asked, and you stopped him with a hand before he could answer. "I don't want to know, you're drunk off your balls so I'm going to call Isabella to come take you to the hotel." Pulling out your phone, you muttered under your breath. "Guess you'll just have to film tomorrow with a hangover."

"No! Don't call her!" Newt whined, going for your phone. You sidestepped him, and he stumbled into the stone wall of the building, his head impacting with a sickening thump.

°•°•°

Newt found himself in his bed in the Glade, you by his side holding his hand. "Y/N?" He asked cautiously.

"Newt!" You exclaimed with joy. "You're up!"

He pulled you into a kiss, mumbling your name over and over against your lips.

((disclaimer: I really love Isabella and I'm so happy for her and Thomas))