AN: I wasn't sure if I was going to post this. I guess I'll just see how you guys like it and if you do I already have the second chapter written. If not, then I'll just write at my own pace for myself. Anyway, I read The Maze Runner a few months ago (July 2014) and I was super excited because I had be meaning to read it for a while and I knew the movie would be coming out. I read it in two days but decided to wait on the next books to see the difference between the book and the movie. After the movie I picked up the second book and read that in two days as well. I then bought the last two books and I read The Death Cure in a night, drowning in my sorrows. I know I'll read the next book in a day as well and I'm holding off and letting my friend catch up to me. Any who I'm just gonna write this.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Maze Runner or the characters just my own OCs.

The Maze Runner Series
And The Stars Have Fallen
Chapter 1: Same Book but Never the Same Page

The sun was already past the halfway mark in the sky as it shone down on the Glade. Frypan was starting to clean the dishes from the lunch he just served. Most of the boys were joking as they started toward their jobs. It was a normal day – that was until the loud, high pitched scream broke through the calm and quiet field. As the noise bounced off the surrounding walls the Gladers stopped in their tracks, their words dying off their lips as they snapped their attention to the maze entrance. There was a two second pause before a second scream shattered the peace. Panicked whispers started to race among the boys as they turned to their leader for answers.

The dark skinned male let his eyes scan over the Gladers until he found the one he was looking for; Minho – the Keeper of the Runners. The boy noticed Alby's gaze and jogged over to him. "All the runners are inside, correct?" He asked. Minho nodded his head. "Yeah I did a count when we came back in for lunch. "Then what the bloody hell was that?" A sandy haired boy asked as he walked up to the two teenagers.

Alby took in a breath as he stared hard at the maze entrance. "Minho, take two runners into the maze and find out what the klunk is going on."

"Good that." He turned around and grabbed two boys from the group before they ran toward the maze. "That a good idea?" The sandy haired boy asked. The leader turned toward him. "I sure hope so, Newt. Just keep these Slintheads calm and working. We don't need panic without knowing facts." With that the older boy walked off telling everyone to get back to work.

Newt frowned at the maze and shuddered. He hoped that it wasn't anything too serious. He decided to wait by the entrance for when the runners returned.

Inside the maze, Minho and his runners were headed in the direction they hoped the original noise came from. It was hard to tell since it happened when they were in the glade. As they came to the end of a lane a loud scream came from the left of them. They looked at each other, worry written on their faces – it sounded practically human. "Oi, you shanks keep going this way. I'll head over there." Splitting up might not have been the best idea but they needed to see if this noise was coming from more than one object.

Minho pushed himself to run faster when a second shriek bounced off the maze walls. The noise stopped abruptly, like it died out - causing the boy to shudder. He couldn't help but worry that whatever is making this noise could possibly be worse than the Grievers. Taking another turn he slowed to a jog, listening for any other noises.

At first he didn't but then there was voices bouncing off the walls, echoing all around him. He navigated his way through the labyrinth trying to find the source. He rounded another corner to see two shadowed figures puling themselves up the vines to a higher level of the maze. That's when he heard the unmistakable whirling noise. Chills ran up and down his spine as he spotted the Griever. The monster didn't notice him as it jumped from one higher level across to the other that the two strangers got on.

Having run the maze for years he knew exactly where that platform would lead the two runners and he found his feet moving without a second thought toward that area. He was curious to who they could be. They never had seen anyone in the maze before. A very brief thought of them being banished Gladers came to his mind but then he pushed the thought away. There was no way anyone who was banished could survive out here.

Finally he skidded to a stop and looked ahead to see one person already on the ground level and the second person jumping down. Minho was in awe. Before him were two girls. He couldn't even begin to process the thought when the Griever showed its ugly head over the wall. "THIS WAY!" The words left his lips before he knew he said them.

The girls snapped their attention over to him; looking surprised to see another person. The older girl started toward him first, the smaller girl falling in step behind her. By now the Griever had jumped down and landed on the ground floor. Fear set in Minho's bones; he had every instinct telling him to run for his life but he stood his ground. Words of encouragement spilled out of him as he locked eyes with the older girl.

The younger girl tripped over her own feet and slammed into the floor, a small cry of defeat escaped her lungs. The older girl stopped in her tracks and looked back at the younger girl, freezing in her spot. The Griever was on that girl in seconds, stabbing her in the back causing a loud scream of pain to escape the tiny female. Minho took three quick steps forward and looked at the older girl; there was something flashing in her eyes – recognition of some sort. He grabbed her arm snapping her out of her daze. "We need to go. There is nothing we can do now." He gave her a gentle pull and he felt her body follow his guidance.

As they got further away the screaming stopped and all he could hear was the steady pounding of their feet and their heavy breathing.

Back in the Glade, Alby was wearing the grass down to dirt as he paced the maze doors. As the screaming noises continued the boys of the glade became restless; unable to function in their jobs. The lot of them stood around the maze, worry etched on their features. "Do you think they'll make it?" A Glader asked. The question alone drove Alby mad as he snapped. "Of course they will! Are ya shucking jacked?" The boy shrunk back into the crowd of boys.

"Look!" Gally pointed into the maze as two figures came into view. Two boys were racing back into the Glade. The second they passed the maze doors Alby was on them. "Where is Minho? What happened out there?"

"Minho had us split up when the second round of screams started. He has us go in the other direction." The boy was panting for air.

"We have no idea what happened after that. There was a Griever though." The second boy stated through his ragged breathing.

This statement alone caused a wave of panic in the group of boys. "A Griever; in the day time?"

"What if it got Minho?"

"What if it didn't get him yet?"

"Slim it!" Newt yelled out as he watched Alby slowly losing it. "None of you shanks are making it any better." The group died down and looked back to the maze. If he was back before the doors closed then he was safe for another day. If not; well they rather not think about that just yet.

Minho could hear the distance between him and the girl was growing slowly. Her feet weren't moving as fast, her breath was so ragged he could tell her was having a hard time bringing oxygen into her lungs. He slowed only for her to catch up; as soon as she was next to him he grabbed her arm and pulled her to move faster. "Not yet, Greenie! Just a little more and we're safe!" He wasn't sure if it was his words or the fact that he was pulling her but he could tell her pace was starting to match his again.

"LOOK, LOOK!" A voice yelled out from the entrance of the maze. The crowd of boys turned their attention back to the maze and stood up. Words of encouragement rang out into the air; pushing the runners to move faster.

Once they were in the safe haven Minho skidded to a halt; the girl bashing into his back. He paid her no mind as he looked back into the maze to make sure that the Griever wasn't following them anymore. It wasn't.

The boys all looked at the girl, who was bent over; her hand on her knees as she panted – her whole body trembling from overexertion.

"It's a buggin' girl!"

"Where did she come from?"

"Who is she?"

"I claim her!"

"No way! I call second dibs!"

Alby snapped toward the boys and practically growled. "Watch you're mouths. Nobody is claiming anyone." The dark skinned boy looked back at his Keeper of Runners for an explanation. "What happened in there?"

Minho tore his eyes away from the maze and looked at Alby. "Found her in the maze. Buggin' Griever was chasing her and another girl; the other one got grabbed though. Nothing I could do after that." Minho stated as he looked over to the girl.

"It was just the two of them?" Newt asked.

Suddenly the girl snapped her body upright, like she realized something. The sudden movement caused a few boys to jump back. Her brown eyes scanned the faces around her, her breathing increasing rapidly when she wasn't finding the person who was looking for. She spun on her heel and looked back at the labyrinth that she just came from; her mind in a panic. Alby had read her thoughts as they pass over her face; he grabbed her before she could take more than three steps toward the tall walls. "You can't go back in there." He stated and she struggled against him wholeheartedly. "No!" Her voice cracked out. "She's still in there!"

The boys were taken back by her sudden outburst of rage. "Let me go, ya big oaf!" She threw her head back, smashing her skull into Alby's nose. The sudden pain caused him to let go of her as he stumbled back.

She started toward the maze again when a boy tackled her to the ground. She struggled again, letting out a frustrated yell. "Let me go! She's in there alone! Everyone else is dead! She needs help!" The boy wrapped his arms around her upper arms, pinning them to her body as he shifted them into a sitting position. He pulled her back to his chest quickly and placed his face in her neck so she wouldn't be able to bash his face like she did to Alby.

Another scream came from in the maze; it was louder than the others. Maybe it just seemed that way because they now knew this noise was coming from another human being. "ELLLLLLE!" The girl screamed at the top of her lungs as she tried to pry the arms off from her. The boy refused to let go. "Slim it girl. Nothing you can do now." He stated into her ear.

A sob escaped from her throat before she gave up and went limp in his arms. He slowly loosened his grip and when he did she curled her legs closer to her and pressed her face into his chest. Her body shook with sobs as she gripped the boys' shirt and he warily wrapped an arm around her back and awkwardly rubbed circles on her shoulder blade.

"Alright, all you Slintheads get back to work and leave the Greenie alone." Newt ordered as he looked over to Alby, who was nursing his bloody nose. The Gladers started to protest; it was odd to have a girl here and they wanted to know more. "Move it Shuck-faces." Alby was annoyed. The crowd dispersed quickly after that causing Newt to chuckle. "Should get that looked at." He referred to the older boys' nose.

"Will do." Alby sighed as he looked at the girl in Gally's arms. "Stay with her. I have questions for her when she slims down." He stated and then took his leave.

Newt looked over to Gally and the girl. The boy looked lost as what to do with the sobbing girl in his arms. She had long light red hair that was disheveled from her run and struggles. She was still shaking – it was understandable, she was just chased down by a Griever. "We should move the Greenie away from the doors." Newt stated. "And possibly get her something to eat." He added as he took in how skinny she was. She was also covered in dirt and bruises, all probably from the maze.

Gally nodded his head. "Good that." There was a moment of silence. "How do I get her off?" He asked and Newt chuckled as he knelt down. "We need to move, love." He stated as he placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to stiffen. "Easy now girl, we mean you no harm."

She pulled her face out from hiding in Gally's chest and looked at the other boy. "You're safe now, love. You can trust us." Newt offered his hand out to her as he stood up. She pulled a little away from the boy who was holding her and looked at him, her tears still running down her face. Out of instinct Gally rubbed a tear away with his thumb. "Come on kitten, it's time to go." He spoke gently, following Newt's tactic of a gentle voice to her. She nodded her head and looked back to Newt as she took his offered hand and allowed him to help her up.

Her world spun and she stumbled into Newt's chest. "Easy now." He wrapped his arms firmly around her as Gally stood up. Once she seemed steady on her feet her let her go again. "Welcome to the Glade Greenie. Let's get you something to eat and then we can take you to Alby."

The girl made it no more than three steps before she got dizzy again and grabbed Gally's arm. "Woah, Greenie. You alright?" He asked her. She was able to shake her head in a negative manner before she passed out, becoming jelly in the boy's grip. "Bloody hell." Gally stated as quickly swooped her up in his arms. "Let's get her to a sleeping bag." The Keeper of the Builders stated.

"Good that Shank."

A/N: What did you think? Review please and tell me if you think I should continue.