**this chapter is for mazewriterrr and Themazerunnerwriterr **
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Can I leave? Please?" Four year old Evelyn asked.

She was standing in the middle of a cold stone room with no windows. There was a man standing in front of her, when she looked up, she couldn't see his face. A hand came down towards her. Evelyn flinched. The hand stopped right before it hit her cheek.

"You will not ask again."

"I'm sorry!" She whispered.

The room faded. Four year old Evelyn was huddled in her bed, in the same dark room and she cried, her arms wrapped around her little body and big tears rolled down her little face. Little Evelyn cried herself to sleep.

A voice that made her shiver, whispered in her head, "WICKED is good."

Evelyn woke up, but she was now 13, but couldn't move. Her arms and legs were strapped down. She tried to open her eyes, but they seemed glued shut. Her mind was working, but her body wouldn't respond. There was a female voice somewhere above her.

"She is old enough for this?"

"Yes, that's the surgery we are doing! I know she has had at least three full regular cyles. If her body can focus on her powers, and less on a menstrual cycle we might be closer to a cure. We might be able to harvest that power for what we need!"

"So you want us to sterilize the girl?"

"Make sure it's still reversible."

"Yes ma'am."

There was a sharp pinch in her neck. Her mind slowed down, and she couldn't focus on anything. Her mind was slow and sluggish. She couldn't focus and understand the voices around her, but her body registered the pain.

Her body spazzumed with the pain. Tears leaked from her under her eyelashes.

"Doctor! I think her body is waking up!"

"How? She has triple the amount of sedatives!"

Evelyn felt another sharp pain that made her heavily medicated body wither, it forced a scream from her mouth.

"There's nothing more we can do, if we give her more she'll die!"

"But she can obviously feel it!"

"It must be her healing powers..."

"Go get Chancellor Paige!"

"Ma'am? The girl can feel the surgery."

"Finish it."

"...yes ma'am."

Evelyn felt something strap her waist down, and such white hot pain in her body she did nothing but scream.

The sinister voice whispered"WICKED is Good."

"Evelyn, he will be here right away. Are you ready?"

"What kind of injury is it?"

"A bullet. To his chest."

A young Evelyn just nodded her head, she had never healed that kind of injury before. She got up off the bed and quickly got ready. Her door was opened and two people in big black masks and helmets came storming in, carrying a man on a stretcher. They placed him down on the wood table she had in the middle of her room. Her green eyes went huge, she had never seen this kind of injury before. There was a lot of blood. Her stomach felt sick, and her head felt kind of dizzy.

"Come on Evelyn, he's going to die if you just stand there in the corner and shake like a leaf!"

Her big green eyes blinked a few times, and as if her brain shut off and something else took over, her hands got to work. The faster she worked, the warmer her hands got, the warmer her hands got the more they glowed. She could feel the energy flowing through her, like blood in her veins. She found the bullet and got it out. She closed her eyes and placed both her little hands on the man's bare chest and concentrated. All her bairn energy focused on fixing this man, keeping him alive. She could feel her energy levels depleting, yet at the same time she could feel this man's life slowly returning. Evelyn could feel his heart beat getting stronger, and she could feel his muscle and skin actually knitting itself back together. Her muscles became weak, and her head became dizzy, while her stomach felt sick.

The man on the table took a wild gasping breath, and his eyes flew open. He sat bolt up right with another wild gasp, knocking Evelyn to the ground. She had no strength left to catch herself so she collapsed into a heap, exhausted tears ran down her pale and sweaty face.

"Good job Evelyn, you just saved Jorge's life."

She tried to smile, but her world went black.

A sinister voice whispered, "WICKED is Good."

"Your a witch!"

"Powers and potions! Talking to lizards! Your a witch!"

"Your not good enough! You couldn't save them!"

"Evelyn! Why? Why couldn't you save me? Was it so hard to save me?" George's voice yelled bitterly at her.

"You killed me! You couldn't do anything for me! You failed!" Jack yelled.

"You sentenced me to death!" Ben screamed

"You let him die!" Steve howloin pain. "And you saved Nick instead of me! You have favorites! You coward! You shucken witch!"

"WICKED is good!"

"You're a witch!"

Evelyn woke whimpering, her hair was wet from tears, she was so tangled in the blanket. Newt wasn't beside her. The bed was cold. She sat up, shaking and crying.

She saw Teresa's sleeping on the ground in a make shift bed. But no Newt. She need him. Evelyn got up and slipped out of the room. Her bare feet treading lightly on the cold damp grass. She wrapped her arms around herself and went to the homestead, maybe he was sleeping there. He got to the lean-to. She quickly scanned the guys as she silently walked up and down the road of boys. He wasn't there. Another tear slid down her face. She turned around to leave.

"Evy?" A sleepy voice quietly called.

"Sorry to wake you up, Thomas."

"What are you doing here?"

"Umm... looking for-"

"He's in the forest."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you. Good night Thomas."

She hurried off to the forest. She had a feeling she knew where he would be. Walking bare foot in the forest helped calm her down. The moon was out and the stars twinkled down at her. The ones she loved coming out to watch her. Following an invisible path she made her way to their spot. She smelt wood smoke and a little glowing flickering light. She pushed the hanging tree branch out of the way.

Newt had set up a small little camp site. A small fire was going, his hammock was set up and Newt was sitting up in his hammock, a blanket draped over his shoulders and he was writing in his journal. He looked up when she appeared.

"Evy?"

He closed his journal and placed it in the ground and held a hand out to her. Without saying anything she walked quietly over to him, and sat down in the hammock. He wrapped the blanket around both of them. He gently pulled her so they were both laying down. She followed with a small whimper. Her head on his shoulder. Squeezing her eyes closed, trying to forget about the dreams and the voices.

"Evy?" He whispered.

She didn't answer, just curled tighter. He gently lifted her chin. Then slid his hand up her jaw and into her hair holding the back of her head.

"What happened?"

He shifted his head so he could see her. Her green eyes blinked open, glassy with tears.

"I had...dreams. Nightmares... memories? Voices whispering." A cry was caught in her chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know if you wanted me ta stay the whole buggen' night or just until ya feel asleep. I didn't wanna bloody assume anythin'. So when you were asleep, and Teresa came I left."

"Can I stay? Please? I...I need you." She whispered. Her voice catching, and another tear slid down and made a mark on his shirt.

"Yes. Yes you can stay, Love."

"Lee." She whispered.

He hummed in question.

"Lee." She repeated.

"Lee." He whispered back.

Her stomach backfliped and her heart fluttered and her skin broke out in goosebumps. Her hand slid up his chest and into his hair. Twisting it around her fingers. She was content to lay snuggled up beside him, playing with his hair. The hammock made them roll closer together in the middle.

Newt's one leg was hanging off the hammock edge and was gently rocking them. His other hand was softly running over her arm and shoulder. She was still wearing the thin strapped dress. She had put on after her shower.

"Newt?"

He hummed.

"How come you're here?"

He was quite, still pushing them with his foot.

"Well...I've been her for a few nights actually. Since the bloody campfire night. I remembered the campfire, like a vivid nightmare. But then I don't remember after that. I woke up here next mornin'"

"That's why you didn't come check on me when I was with Ben."

He hummed in response. "And then after that...I just stayed here. I knew you were upset, and I didn't want to be close to Thomas, and add more fuel to the fire."

"Newt I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone!" She cried softly, her lip trembling.

"Again, not your fault Lee."

"But...I still feel terrible."

"Stop. You gotta bloody stop feelin' everythin' for everyone! Your gonna blood explode!"

"I don't know if I can!"

He sighed. "I know. Your heart is so soft an' so buggen' huge, it just pulls everyone in an' your feelings are overwhelming. And that's why I love you. Your so gentle and kind and compassionate."

"...Newt..." She breathed.

The hand that was playing with his hair stopped. He looked down at her again. His eyes were soft and sparkled in the dying fire light.

"...kiss me..."

The hand that was running up and down her arm stopped. His eyes went wide for a second, and then darkened. His hand came up and cupped her jaw. The hand in her hair, balled. Gently pulling her hair. Evelyn felt her heart speed up and her breath catch. He tilted her head.

"...sure..?" He whispered, so close to her lips it tickle.

"Yes! Please Newt!" She whimpered, pulled his head.

His lips connected with hers and she fully melted. All the burns on her heart healed, the callased parts softened the cracks were glued together. She felt hole again. She knew she loved him fully and completely. She felt alive and content; wild and calm, daring and safe all at once.

She hummed contently. He pressed closer. He pulled away just to readjust and pulled her head back, a little more needy. Her hand is back down his chest and slipped her hand under the hem of his shirt. His hand gently ran down her neck to her chest. His finger tips running back and forth over her skin.

She hummed again, pushing closer kissing him harder. His hand flattened over her heart, and the hand at the back of her head pulled her even closer, forcing her mouth open. His tongue slid effortlessly into her mouth, and tangled with hers. She heard the rumble in his chest. Her hand ran over his chest and sides and torso.

The hand that was over chest could feel how fast her heart was beating. It slid slowly over and under the strap of her dress. He broke their kiss.

"Lee...? You okay with this?"

"Yes."

She pulled his head back, he growled as he kissed her again. His hand continued to slide. Pulling the strap away from her shoulder and down her arm. Evelyn's hand had slid down to his hip and used it as leverage to push her self higher. He gasped when she did, pulling away.

With his help they repossioned themselves. He was now laying sideways, both legs hanging off the hammock, and both feet firmly on the ground. She had moved so she was now stradled his hips. The didn't sip so much in the middle. Evelyn leaned down, and went for his neck. Slowly kissing up and down his neck, making him moan. She slid her hands under the hem of his shirt and wiggled his shirt higher.

He arched his back and Evelyn was able to get back back free. He let go of her hips and Evelyn tugged his shirt off. She leaned back down, making Newt gasp and groan, clamping her hips tight, throwing his head back. She kissed lower down his neck to his chest. Newt's hands dug into her hips so hard they would leave marks. Newt was panting wildly. Slowly running her tongue up his neck he whimpered.

"Shuck...Lee!"

He let go of her hips only to run them up her bare thighs, under her dress. She shivered at his warm touch. Gently biting and sucking on his neck he growled clamping his hands on her hips again, this time he pulled her down as he arched into her, making Evelyn gasp wildly.

"Newt!"

"You're gonna tease me...Imma tease you back!" He panted, his voice was deep and gravelly.

"You want tease?" She purred in his ear.

"Shuck."

She slowly sat up, using more hip and pelvic rotation then nessesarily. Making Newt throw his head back, his eyes clamped shut and a growl left him.

She sat up, and ran her finger nails down his chest and torso, lower and lower...

"Evelyn!"

"Yes Newt?" She asked seductively, running her fingers back and forth by his belt line.

"Shuck.... Eve...bloody hell...Lee...please..." He gasped and whimpered, as she purposely kept shifting. And digging her nails into him.

His hands let go of her hips and ran up her dress, up her sides and to her front. His warm hands made her arch her back into his touch. Her head flopped backwards. With her arched back her hips shifted, making Newt gasp again, and his hands grab harder, which made Evelyn cry out.

"Newt!"
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Breathing hard, wrapped in the blanket, slightly sweaty they lay quiet.

"I love you."

"I love you too. So bloody much, it hurts!"

They fell asleep with smiles on their faces, snuggled close, wrapped around each other.