Y/N's medical check-up seemed to take longer than everyone else's; after a quick blood and urine test, the nurse called in a doctor, and the pair began murmuring between themselves.

Y/N began to get nervous, fidgeting with the hem of her jumper. The curtain had been pulled around her bed bay, and the last thing she had seen was an inquisitive look from Newt.

"Excuse me?" Her shaky voice got their attention, and her clearing her throat kept it, "But is everything ok?"

"Nothing to worry about. Just some fluctuations in your test results. Completely normal, we're just compiling your data. You'll be free to go just as soon as we're done. Then we'll have a guard escort you to your group." The doctor spoke quickly. Their voice had a shaky quality that put Y/N on edge- they were lying- about what, she wasn't sure, but Y/N always knew when someone was lying.

"My group is gone already?" Y/N's eyes widened slightly in shock, finally realising that the medical bay had gotten a lot quieter than it was half an hour ago. She silently allowed the doctor's lie to go unspoken, chalking her nerves up to an adrenaline crash.

"Yes. Now, the sooner we finish here, the sooner you can go, so I suggest it's in your best interests to stop talking now." The doctor's tone suddenly turned terse and agitated, further unsettling Y/N.

Laying back in her seat, Y/N remained quiet. She remained quiet as they left and the guard arrived.
She remained quiet as the guard escorted her to a group of girls.
She remained quiet as they walked down a deserted corridor.
She remained quiet until they walked past a corridor with a glass partition, on the other side of which was a canteen.

Staring in surprise, Y/N stopped walking when she saw him.
Approaching the window, she raised a hand to touch the glass only to be pulled away by a guard: "Let's go."

"They're my friends. I was told I'd be taken to them." She resisted against his grip, causing a slight scuffle to begin.

"Let's go." The guard became angry, pulling her arm more forcefully.

"HEY! Let go of me! They're my friends!" Her yells got the attention of the Gladers. Her unsettled frustrations and the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach finally erupted in a blast of anger, her fury surfacing with her loud voice.
Y/N could see their shocked faces as they ran up to the glass. They didn't reach it on time; she was torn away from them screaming and kicking, as they themselves were being restrained.

"GET OFF ME!" She roared, flailing her limbs in an attempt to get free.

Muffled yells came through the glass, Newt trying to get her attention, but before she could look back one last time she was torn away from the glass and marched to a cold and empty room. The rest of the girls were nowhere to be seen.
The walls were solid concrete, and the only furnishings of the grey room were a plain bed and a thin blanket.
The door shut behind her- locked.

Her hands were shaking with stress and fury, and she threw herself against the locked door; scratching, pulling, pushing, screaming desperate threats and demands to be let free.

White gas poured into the room and Y/N desperately tried to cover her mouth and nose with whatever cloth she could find, but her t-shirt did nothing against it.
The fumes fell into her lungs like thick tar, and she violently coughed as she fell to the floor, gasping for air like a dying fish.
Her eyelids squeezed shut, desperately trying to escape the claustrophobic pain of choking to death, but that release was only temporary.

After what seemed like years but was probably only a few seconds, Y/N's flailing body became limp, lack of oxygen casting a blanket of darkness across her active mind.
A last shuddering inhale was heard before silence befell the room.

~time skip~

She woke up unexpectedly, laying on some sort of high tech med-cot, doctors swarming above her.
Unable to move due to leather restraints, Y/N began to choke as she realised there was a stiff tube shoved down her throat.
Hot tears flowed freely from her eyes because of the discomfort, and the doctors became even more frenzied.

What the hell is going on?! She panicked.

Muffled yells seemed to be tossed around, Y/N could only make out a few words...
"Boys... escaped... thought she was drained... left... transfer subject to the Last City... immediate surveillance and study... unique condition... child is the key."

Dragging against her ankle and wrist cuffs, Y/N fought against it, understanding now that these people were not good.
She needed to get out of here, she needed to find her boys, she needed to find Newt...

An approaching doctor stopped the group who was wheeling her cot down a corridor, needle in hand.
Y/N began squirming away from his grasp, her breathing erratic and her eyes like that of a trapped animal.
Just before he could press the needle to her skin, Y/N felt the blazing force of an explosion.

Rubble flew everywhere, and the doctors yells were drowned out by terrified screams.
Soldiers began to swarm in through a hole in the cement wall, armed with rifles and decorated with red bands around their upper arms.

The cot Y/N was strapped to was blown back a few feet, and Y/N allowed herself to hope of a rescue- that somehow her boys had found her.
But it wasn't the Gladers, and Newt wasn't there.

There was only a small force of about 20 men, but that was enough people to get Group B and Y/N out of the facility and into a fleet of jeeps.

That was 3 weeks ago, and now Y/N was stood at the Right Arm camp, once again grateful for their rescue.
If Mary wasn't there, she would still have been stuck on that horrible cot, intubated and about to be sedated. But the Doctor got her off the equipment and was now training her in everything she knew.

Standing inside the medical tent, Y/N stayed where she was when Mary went to quell a tense situation arising between Vince and some apparent new arrivals.

The Right Arm had made her a solider, teaching her how to shoot and heal, to be strong. Yet, the loss of her friends and people she loved made her emotionally hollow yet sad, sometimes her sadness had made her so nauseous, she was physically ill.

Since learning of the Gladers escape, Y/N had always held soft and fragile hope that they were alive and somehow finding their way here.
But even her hope couldn't quell the crushing reality of the Scorch; a deadly landscape filled with elemental threats and the ever present Cranks.
Eventually, even Sonya and Harriet gave up on consoling her with false hope.

Hence, unwilling to disappoint herself with the truth, Y/N didn't bother going to see the new arrivals.
Probably just some stragglers from the Scorch.

That thinking was suddenly flipped on its head when the flaps to the medical tent flew open.
2 soldiers entered, carrying a young woman between them, swiftly followed by Mary and-
Thomas.

Her eyes widened and her breathe hitched when she saw him, his presence rooting her to the spot. Finally shaking herself out of her shock, she flew at her friend.
"Thomas!" She yelped in glee.

Just as shocked to see her as she was to see him, it took Thomas a moment to react. But after a stunned silence, he finally wrapped his arms around her, laughing slighty with relief as he replied:
"Y/N?! What the hell happened to you? Aris and I saw them, WCKD- we thought they carted you off to be drained! You went into that corridor and never came out! Oh God, we were so worried, Newt was devastated!"

Pulling out of the hug immensely overwhelmed by his questions, Y/N babbled as she filled him in: "I wasn't 'drained', whatever that means, they gassed me with something and when I woke up I overheard something about my 'unique condition' and the need for me to be studied carefully, in some place called 'The Last City'. But the Right Arm broke us out, me and Group B. They took us here and Mary has been teaching me ever since. I heard the doctors at WCKD talk about your escape, I thought-" she choked momentarily on her words, "I thought you were all dead. I've been here for weeks, I gave up hope. Oh God, I didn't even look. I didn't even try to find you all. Forgive me, please Tommy, if I knew..."

Shaking his head, he pulled the girl he thought of like a sister into his arms again, "There's nothing to forgive. Nothing."

Before they could continue, Mary called them over, needing Thomas' blood and Y/N's assistance in getting it.
All thoughts of a reunion with her boyfriend Newt fled her mind as she focused on saving this stranger's life. Wiping the ghosts of tears from her eyes, Y/N flew into action.

After a few tense minutes of swarming around the poor girl's bed, Mary had managed to stabilise her condition, leaving the simple job of the clean up and disposal of used materials. This simple task had been one of Y/N's first when she began training, so she was used to being the last one in the tent to clean.

"I'll be out with you all soon, Thomas. I just have to tidy this up or else it all gets confused, and we really can't have used needles lying around." She explained softly as she saw his form lingering at the entrance.

Nodding his head, he seemed reluctant to leave her, yet slowly turned to leave.

~time skip~

Newt's POV
When Thomas reached us on the cliff edge, he seemed skittish, almost excited. Reading his friend like an open book, Newt asked him "What's got into you?"

"Oh, not much." Thomas smirked, "Have you seen Teresa?"

Not buying his answer, Newt suspiciously shook his head and said, "Up there," whilst pointing up the cliff.

Pivoting on his heel to begin the climb up the mountain, Thomas spared one last glance at Newt over his should: "Oh, and Newt? There's someone you might want to see in the med tent."
With that he winked and left, leaving a confused Newt behind him.

After a while of thinking, Newt clambered down the hillside and walked to the med tent, where, upon entering, he would be stopped dead in his tracks.
There, beside Brenda's bedside, was his supposedly-dead girlfriend Y/N.

His breath caught in his throat, meaning that when he spoke his voice came out as a strangled whisper: "Y/N?"

Tentatively taking one step forward, as if scared to disrupt a dream, Newt called out her name again, this time stronger, "Y/N?"

Y/N froze when she heard his voice, standing over the edge of Brenda's bed. When he spoke again, she suddenly moved as if a switch had been flipped in her brain and she was finally alive again after weeks without him.
She sprinted the short distance to his open arms, meeting him halfway in a thundering embrace.
"Newt!"

The pair arms that surrounded them both were strung tight, like snakes unwilling to let go.
Newt clung to her, taking in everything about her from her longer hair and weary eyes to the thrumming pulse under his fingertips.

"You're alive. Oh thank God, you're alive." He whispered as he pressed fervent kisses to her forehead.
They were both breathing heavily, with tears pooling in their eyes, as if this moment was the first time in weeks that they had breathed.

Cutting straight to the point, Y/N said the one thing she had wanted to tell him for weeks but had never had the chance to: "I love you. Shit, I love you so much and I'm so sorry I never said it before this, but-"

He cut off her rant with a desperate kiss, before pulling back with a grin, "It's alright, you're here and you said it, and I love you too."

They stood like that for a moment, gazing at each other's emotional faces with love and relief.

Just as Y/N opened her mouth to reply, a booming explosion cut them off.
Ducking reflexively, Y/N felt Newt covering her head with his arm, shielding her from the sudden blast.
"What the hell was that?!" He asked her, eyes wide in fear and shock.

Straightening up again, Y/N flew to Brenda's side, quickly preparing her to move.
"It's WCKD. It has to be them, they found us. Newt, go get the others, I'll get her out of here and we'll meet you at the gates. Try and grab any weapons you can, we need to be able to fight back if we have to."

Stunned at her sudden change, Newt stared at the woman before him, acting like a medic and soldier and leader all at once. His mouth gaped as he struggled to reply.
"NEWT!" She shook him out of his reverie, "Go! Please."

"I'm not leaving you. I can't." He shook his head, "I won't, not this time."

Pressing against his chest to guide him out of the tent, Y/N replied, "You're not, I promise we will meet you at the gates, but I have to disconnect her monitors and wake her up, and you need to get the others and weapons. We can't do all this before WCKD lands unless we split up. So please, go."

Allowing her to shove him from the tent, he quickly kissed her passionate one last time and ran off with a whispered "I love you."

~time skip~

Y/N's POV
They didn't stand a chance. WCKD had the numbers, the weapons, and every tactical advantage conceivable.
Kneeling on the ground beside Newt, Y/N saw this now.

Linking his fingers through hers, they drew comfort from each other, resolute in their strength.
When Thomas came forward with the bomb, they stood beside him, willing to die with their friends- their family- before going back there.
Closing their eyes, Newt pulled Y/N into his side as he stood with one hand on Thomas' shoulder.

A violent "NO!" erupted from Ava Paige when she saw what Thomas was about to do, and she lunged towards the group as if to pull someone away from the bomb, but before anyone could act, splitting gunfire was heard, and the roar of an engine accompanied it.
Brenda and Jorge had arrived.

The chaos that followed separated Y/N and Newt despite their best efforts. Newt ended up beside Thomas whereas Y/N was running alongside Minho.
A stray WCKD soldier tried to grab Y/N as she ran, but Minho tackled him to the ground, away from a weaponless Y/N.
"Run Y/N!" Minho yelled, still wrestling with the soldier.

Scrambling to the ground for Minho's dropped gun, Y/N prepped it and aimed like she had been taught- hitting the soldier square in the back of the head, leg and finally the stomach.
His bloody body rolled off of Minho as she pulled him to his feet.
"Thanks!" He gasped.

"Anytime." She grinned.

Back on their feet, they took off sprinting again, headed towards Thomas and Newt, who were trying to provide covering fire.
Suddenly, another attack came, this time from 3 WCKD soldiers at once.

2 of the armour clad bastards grabbed at Minho, pulling him to the ground kicking and screaming, whilst the other disarmed Y/N after she only got 2 shots out.
Ducking away from an electrified tazer, Y/N tried to hold her own against the man in close combat, but the soldier overpowered her quickly.
Trapping her arms to her sides and restraining her back tight to his chest, he began to drag her squirming body back to the plane.

As her captor and her moved backwards, she spitted Minho's lifeless body being flung onto a soldier's shoulder. Please let him just he unconscious, came her terrified thoughts.

Newt's desperate pleas and screams at Thomas to let him go could be heard, and as Y/N made eye contact with him again she saw how futile his attempt to get to her would he.
Shaking her head violently, she yelled fractured obscenities at the soldier and desperate pleas of "I love you" to Newt at the same time.

As they reached the bottom of the plane, 5 more soldiers swarmed her, and helped her captor restrain her. Yet still, she fought against them; kicking, screaming, punching, biting, spitting- anything to escape.

A forceful strike to her face flung her head sideways, dizzying her as black spots started to swim in her vision.
Her body suddenly felt heavy, and she lost her fight, allowing her body to fall limp against the multiple restraints.

The last things she heard before darkness surrounded her was Newt's terrified voice pleading for her, and the scornful anger of Ava Paige: "Careful! This one is carrying special cargo."

A/N:
Hi! I'm not dead! 🙈
I know I haven't updated in what feels like years, and I'm writing this as an apology and somewhat of an explanation:
I haven't been in a TMR kinda mood for a while now, and my mental health has taken a hit with my life, (like everyone else's), being flipped upside down by corona. Hence, I haven't written much in a good few months now, and what I have wrote hasn't been for these Imagines.
These are not excuses, just my way of trying to explain my lack of an update schedule.
I am, however, still accepting requests, and if anyone even wants a Part 2 to this Imagine- let me know in the comments and I will gladly get started!
I have a few fun ideas floating around in my head as to where I cant take this! 😉
Thanks, and stay safe!

Lyra Xx
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