🌶️ Spicy kissy scene 🌶️

"Hi...hey Tom! We gotta stop meeting like this!" Teresa grinned down at the boy.

The look of relief in her face said it all though; she found her brother and he was okay. A wicked hangover. But he was fine. Evelyn smiled sadly at the two of them, wondering if she was going to tell him.

"Welcome back, you ugly shank!" Minho sank down onto the couch behind Teresa, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaned over. He gave Thomas a wild smile and laughed as Thomas just groaned. 

"Looks like you've been havin' fun." Newt said dryly.

Evelyn pressed her lips together to try and hold the smile in. She watched as Thomas pushed self up onto his elbows and then stood up. He clamped a hand to his head with a groan and plopped back into the couch.

"Oh, man. Anybody got some aspirin?" He groand.

Goose rolled his eyes and Evelyn tried not to laugh. He slammed his feet onto the floor and got up. Opened a cupboard and grabbed something and tossed a bottle over. Teresa caught with a nod.

"What happened to you guys! Where have you been?" Thomas asked, his voice was dry and raspy.

"Hey, it's Thomas!" Frypan roared loudly, "As ugly and alive as ever!" Making him wince in his hungover state and making Fry laugh.

Newt came up to him, gave a sincere smile, while he clapped him on the shoulder, "Glad you're not bloody dead, Tommy. I'm really, really glad."

"Yeah you guys too! Where are we?"

"Marcus's Night Club. Welcome to the Territory of the Saints & Sinners, Tommy Boy" Evelyn said with a twisted smile.

Thomas whipped his head and then groaned.

"Eve?"

"Yep. Alive and here."

"So...this guy is Marcus?" Thomas pointed to Goose.

"Are you the brains of the operation?" Goose rolled his eyes. Evelyn could see the tension in his body.

"Noah." She turned to look at him, taking a few steps over to him, laying a hand on his arm. His dark blue eyes locked onto hers. "Breath."

He closed his eyes and rubbed his face. He was leaning on the counter, in the small kitchenette.

"Look kid. You were out for a while. Just...what did you say to Switch, Kitten? Slim it and listen?" His eyes lit up with laughter. She smiled.

"Yeah, Tommy. Slim it and listen." She folded her arms. All eyes slid to Evelyn. She pulled her knife out and nervousnely played with it. She walked over sunk into the chair Goose had left. Newt came an knelt down infront of her. He placed both hands on either side of her face and lifted it to meet his.

"Just tell me what happened, Love, ignore the other shanks. Tell me your story."

She did. She explained it all. From Goose finding her to them finding her. The only part she left out was the kiss, still feeling extremely guilty and full of shame- she would tell Newt, just not in front of twenty other people. And Goose added some of the details when she cranked and couldn't remember.

"Bloody hell." He whispered. His face was impassive, his eyes looked dark and stormy.

He got up and walked straight to Goose, stopping in front of him. Evelyn sat up straight and tense, watching, waiting for something to happen. She had no idea what was going through Newt's mind. But then he held a hand out.

"Thank you mate. I bloody owe you...I owe you big time. An' I don't know how I will ever buggen' repay ya!" Newt's voice was quiet but genuine. Goose's eyes flicked to Evelyn and then back to Newt.

He clasped his hand and pulled him into a one armed hug and slapped his back. Evelyn saw Goose whisper something to Newt. He pulled away and they both nodded.

"So...where's Marcus?" Jorge asked.

Goose finally turned to look at Jorge and slumped, he looked tired.

"Section B."

"Shit." Jorge cursed.

"What's section B?" Thomas asked.

"Where they burn the bodies." Goose said flatly.

Everyone in the room flinched. Everyone but Evelyn and Goose...which was ironic, because that was their fate.

Newt had come back to kneel down beside Evelyn. She had sagged, she was so tired, her body was exhausted. 

"Why would they have to burn bodies?" Minho asked, frowning, looking around. 

"Seriously?" Evelyn looked up, her frustration flashed, "Everyone else in the room gets it." 

"Hey, Love, it's okay." 

"No. It's not!" Evelyn stood up abruptly, throwing a finger out at Minho. "I seriously gotta walk this shank through everything!" Her voice raising in volume, 

His anger flashed too and let go of Teresa and stood up. "Oh yeah. I forgot you know everything about how things are run around here, you learn it all on the lap of the crank? Enlighten me Gang Princess" 

"They burn the dead infected bodies to make way for more Cranks WICKED ships in every day. You seen all the rotting bodies, Minho? We burn them to try and keep the disease to a minimum." She yelled. 

"We? You're with them now? All cozy on his lap for two days and your ditching us for...him? A crank?"

"I AM A FUCKIN CRANK!" She screamed. 

She ripped her sleeve up and the gauze off her arm, showing the group how much more infected it had become. She then ripped the gauze off her shoulder and turned around. There was a collective gasp. She turned back around to look at the group, her green eyes frosted. The pain shooting up her arm and down from her shoulder colliding in her bicep.

"Oh yeah, got that from saving Newt's sister, in the shucken Underneath, Minho! I. Am. A. Crank. And the sooner you get that through your thick shucken skull the better." 

"Slim it Pixy. You don't need to be so...cranky." 

She snarled. Her mind went blank. She just remembered a lot of noise, a lot of yelling a few things banging around. The crank in her mind cackling her wet wild manic shriek; drowning everything else out. 

"Stop! Stop! Go away! Go away!"

Evelyn felt herself thrashing her head, she was trying to slam her head onto the wall, trying to get the Crank's voice to stop. She needed to make the laughing and whispering stop. 

"NEWT!" She cried, "MAKE IT STOP!" Her head was forcibly being held still.

"Love, Shhh. You're okay. I'm here."

"Kitten, go through your list, list your happy thoughts." 

"I CAN'T!" She screamed, thrashing her head, trying to get away. She needed to smack the noise away.

Hands were grabbing at someone, she felt a hand shoved into pants pocket. A deep voice started reading.

My name is Evelyn. WICKED calls me a Healing Witch. I have powers to heal the broken. I am wounded. My power is destructive now. My home was the Glade. There is no more Glade. I am an infected Crank. And I'm dying. I'm not scared of dying. It's forgetting that scares me.

Newt. Minho. Chuck. Nick. Sonny. Jeff. Tommy. Frypan. Tessa. Sonya. Jorge. Jaz. George. Jack. Gally. Alby. Clint. Winston.

These people are my happy thoughts when the crank becomes too much. My friends. My family. My love. My home. I say them over and over; like a prayer. Trying to keep me sane; trying to hold on.

Then a different voice started reading the page. She had started to whisper the names. She repeated them over and over. While the quiet soothing voice read her letter to herself over and over. The crank let go of her mind and she whimpered. Slowly the hand holding her head lessened its pressure. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She whispered. 

"Nothing to be bloody sorry about, Love."

"Happens to us all,  Kitten."

She slowly picked her head up, scarred to look around. She had been hulled into the bathroom. Newt and Goose  were in the bathroom with her. Goose was blocking the door. She was sitting sideways, her good shoulder pressed into Newt's chest. Newt had his arms and legs wrapped around her, holding her tight. 

There was a scuffle out in the main room, making Evelyn look around. 

"Don't worry about that, Love." Newt said, turning her face back to him. 

She hung her head, "I need to go apologize to Minho. That wasn't fare to him." 

"He's a big buggen' boy"  Newt scoffed. 

"Did I hurt anyone?" She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. She turned to look at Goose, fear filled her. The last two times she cranked, someone had died.

"No. Newt had you before you could get anywhere." 

"You both brought me here? Newt, what if I hurt you?" 

"I'm fine Love. I've told you before, you won't hurt me." 

"Yeah it was weird, Kitten, even Cranking, you hesitated when he was tryna talk you down." 

"Soul mates." 

Everyone looked around. Sonny was standing in the doorway. Holding some water and the first aid kit. 

"I'm sorry Sonny." 

He shrugged, "No harm done. Minho was an insensitive slint head." 

"Okay. You two need some time." Goose said.

Evelyn could detect the pain and longing, he was covering it up but she could hear it. He got up and closed the bathroom door, leaving Newt and Evelyn alone for the first time. 

"Evy?" He asked her cautiously, "How are you feeling?" She shifted so she was leaning against the wall, beside Newt.

"Awful." She said truthfully, she leaned her head back against the wall. He took her infected arm, and gently held it in his lap. He looked at the infection on her arm.

"Lee...I missed you so buggen' much! I seriously thought my blood world imploded when that ceiling crashed down an' you weren't behind me!" His voice caught. "I love you so bloody much. Fully and completely." 

"Even after everything I did? Even after what I told you?" She asked picking her head up to look at him.

"Even then. Like you buggen' said before, you did what you had to, to survive." 

"Newt...there is something else... I didn't wanna say anything in front of the others." Tears pooled in her tired dull eyes. Leaning her head back again the tears slid out from her closed eyelids and sild down her face. 

"What's that, Love?" He asked gently, he gently wiped her tears away. 

"Goose and I kissed...more than once, while I cranked." 

He smiled sadly at her, "I figured." 

"You...you what?" She opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes wide in surprise. 

He nodded, "Who you are and who you need to be to survive are different people. When you were tellin' us you buggen' story I figured it happened." 

"You're not mad?"

He picked his head up and looked at her. "Do you love him?" 

"No." She said immediately. "But... I care about him. I owe him my life Newt." 

He nodded and hummed. 

"You're not totally disgusted by me?" She pulled her arms tight to her chest. He shifted so he was facing her. He placed a hand on her cheek.

"No Love." he smiled at her, his hand slid to the back of her head, "I love you. Fully and completely." 

He leaned his forehead against hers. He gently ran his nose against hers. They both sighed in relief, they felt at home again. 

"Lee..." He whispered. 

Evelyn's heart fluttered. 

"Again..."

"..Lee..." He growled quietly. 

Her breathing picked up. She felt her heart slamming into her chest. Her stomach was full of butterflies. Newt's hand at the back of her head tilted her head and kissed her slowly and gently. Almost hesitantly. He pulled away, just enough to whisper against her lips, "I love you." 

"I love you too!" 

She pulled him back. Except this one wasn't gentle or slow. They kissed each other like it was their last. It was desperate and needy. Her lungs were going to exploded, but she didn't want to let go. She was scared he would leave. Evelyn knew he would have to eventually; leave her behind in Crank City while he went to Savehaven. But she selfishly wanted to keep him with her. She needed him. She trusted Goose, but she didn't love him. Her heart and soul belonged to Newt, fully and completely and always. 

He broke the kiss fist to breathe. But he pulled her back right away, they both didn't want to let go. Newt's hands slid to her hips, pulling her forward. They shifted, and moved, without breaking so Newt was leaning against the wall and Evelyn sat on his lap, knees on each side of his hips. His hands slid around and into her back pockets, pulling her even closer.

Evelyn's hands where tangled in his long hair. Once she was as close as she possibly could be, he slid his hands up her bare back, the crop top made it easy for his fingers to explore. He slowly raised his hands higher up her sides, her skin broke out in goosebumps. She squeezed her legs, clamping him closer, and rolled her hips. With her tongue in his mouth he couldn't make much of a noise. She felt the growl in his chest and his fingers dug into her back. 

He pulled away, he was panting in her ear. She went for his neck. She easily found his sweat spot. 

"Shuck...Lee..." He moaned into her hair. 

"Shh Love." Evelyn teased seductively into his ear, while she shifted her hips on his lap purposely, making him moan again. 

"What are.... you... trynna do to me Lee?" He whimpered into her ear. 

"You. Imma try and do you." She growled in his ear, her lips tickled his ear making him shudder. She went right back to his neck with a smirk. 

"Shuck Lee!" 

She placed a hand over his mouth, "Shh." She whispered in his ear again.

"Shuck them...let 'em here!" 

He leaned forwards , slightly pushing her away. She raised an eyebrow at him. He looked her in the eye and he tugged her shirt off, and dumped it onto the floor. She smirked and ripped his shirt off.

Clamping a hand over her mouth he not so gently ran a hand and his mouth over her body. It was her turn to moan. He made her cry out into his hand. She arched her back into his greedy needy touch. 

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Panting hard, her hair a mess she slid her shirt back on with a smirk. Newt was leaning against the bathroom counter looking pleased with himself, his shirt draped over his shoulder. She straightened up, and he grabbed her hips pulling her close, he slid his hands around and down into her pockets. She loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, careful of her infected arm. He rested his forehead on hers. 

"You know...Our time is limited, right Newt?" She whispered. 

He was quiet, his eyes closed. 

"Evy...Did it start with an uncomfortable itch in the back of your head? Like it was tingly?" 

"Yeah. A weird tingle..." She answered suspiciously. She pulled her head away from him to look closer at him. "But it was also the pain from the infection. That's where it really started..." 

"And then the frustration...and anger and itch. Possibly somethin' feeling like it doesn't belong in your buggen' brain?"

"Yes...why Newt? What are you getting at?" 

He sighed. "Nothin' Love. Just wanted to get an understandin'."

"Newt...don't lie to me!" 

"I'm not, Lee. I swear." 

She hummed in answer, but she didn't believe the conversation was over,  there was something else he wasn't saying. 

"So what was the bloody plan?" He asked her, his fingers gently caressing her cheek and neck. 

"I didn't really have one. You guys are going to a place I can't come. And there is no place in the land of cranks for you Newt. I'm going to get to the point like those Past Gonners in the mall. I won't remember you or us or even myself." 

"Are you giving up on me?" 

"No Newt...just being realistic." 

"But...Evy what if there is a cure?" He whispered hesitantly. She scoffed.

"What if... there is something...else, something that you're missing?"

"Are you saying we should go back to WICKED?" 

"Shucken bloody hell no!" 

"Then what Newt?" Her temper was getting shirt again.

"Maybe Mary knows something. Jorge talked a lot about her and her work with the Right Arm. Maybe Mary knows something. She's an actual doctor, not a jacked human rat!" 

"I don't know Newt." She was tired and didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"Just come. Please Lee...please." He pleaded.

She sighed; torn, she didn't want to get her hopes up, she knew there was no cure...but a few more days with Newt...

"If there's nothin' Mary can do... nothing The Right Arm can bloody do...then...then you can come back here...and be the Gang Princess. I know Goose'll keep ya safe for as long as he can." 

She sighed in defeat. She could never say no to him. Selfishly she wanted to be with Newt.

"Okay."