This is my first Maze Runner Fic!

Just in case my summary doesn't tell you what you want to know. This is AU- I read the books and I just want to tweak something's with the first book and it will be completely AU after that. This story will have Romance- Newt/OC, Thomas/Teresa, and I will probably hook the others up eventually.

Basically I'm trying to give them a realistic happily ever after they deserved. But this trip won't be all rainbows and butterflies. You have been warned.

Disclaimer- No I don't own, just playing with.

It was over. Mila could still feel the adrenalin like tiny shocks in her veins. They had escaped the Maze and what was left of the Gladers sat on this small, half sized bus. They had been driving for a little over half an hour, and had finally went from endless sand to pavement making the ride smoother.

The man driving, Red she thought he was called had to be going at least 90, but his movements where sure and they glided gracefully around tight curves and bends without slowing. Red was a baldheaded man with a permanent scowl. He had a lengthy body that was packed with lean muscle, and wore battered dog tags around his neck. He hadn't said a word since they boarded and kept his eyes trained on the road in front of him.

Behind him, and in front of Mila was Frypan and Clint. They were both passed out. On the other side was Red's partner. A young woman, she couldn't have be much older than most of the Gladers, had ink black hair, cut short and spiky with one side buzzed short and dyed vibrant blue. Her eyebrow was pierced and had a gun placed on either hip. Behind her, and across from Mila was Minho and Chuck.

The keeper was tired. Mila could tell by the slouch in his shoulder and his half lidded eyes. It wasn't obvious. Anyone who didn't know Minho would probably think he was just bored, maybe a little groggy as though he had just woken up, not the utter exhaustion she knew he had to be feeling. Mila knew that Minho wouldn't sleep until they made it to wherever they were going. Chuck, on the other hand, hand no qualms about showing just how spent he was. The youngest Glader was passed out cold, his mouth open snoring loud enough to peel the paint off this rickety bus had there been any left. His head had slumped onto Minho crossed bicep.

Behind them were Thomas and Teresa. Thomas was trying to stay awake as well, but didn't pull it off with the ease that Minho did. He was leaning back against the corner where the wall and seat met, his eyes were glazed as though he was high and his head kept falling backwards and jerking him awake. Teresa was draped across his lap. Her arms pillowed her head, and her legs curled. Thomas's hand was on her back just below her bra line rising and falling with her even breathing.

Across from them was Gally and Winston. Mila was pretty sure that they were both asleep as well but could bring herself to check. She wasn't sure what had hit her back but it had definitely left its mark. Mila shifted uncomfortably trying to find a better way to sit. A strong arm wrapped around her shoulders, the smell of dirt, sweat, and pine filled her senses. She leaned into Newts embrace and he kissed the top of her head, and then rested his cheek there. Long slender fingers combed through her knotted hair, slowly untangling it with soft graceful movements.

Mila must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew the sound of screeching breaks woke her. Bleary eyed she scanned her surroundings. There was tall sky reaching buildings clogging up every available space. And while there weren't many people milling around at this time of night cars lined up in neat rows next to the sidewalks.

They definitely weren't in the Glade anymore.

Mila glanced around, unconscientiously checking on everyone and wasn't surprised to see that Minho was still awake. "Alright rise and shine everybody up!" A deep commanding voice bellowed.

"Hey you gonna tell us what the shuck is going on old man?" Minho stood leaning on his folder arms that were braced on the seatback in front of him.

"If you keep your yap close, kid you just might find out." Minho didn't have time to get his smartass reply in before Red continued, "I know it's be a long night for you kids, so where going to keep this short. Someone else can answer all your questions later. So keep your traps shut and listen." He pause, almost as if expecting them to argue. When nobody did, he seemed surprised and went on to continue. "We're in New York City, this hotel is where you guys will be staying for tonight. All your questions will be answered tomorrow at the Recovery Building. There you will get checked over by and Doctor and be reunited with your parents and you-"

"Parents?" Chuck soft voice cut like a knife through the booming driver's voice. "We have parents?" When Thomas had gotten some of his memories back through Grievers sting he had told them that they were all orphans taken by W.I.C.K.E.D to find a cure for the Flare. That their names weren't even really there's.

Mila felt a hard squeeze on her fingers. She had realized that she had grabbed Newt hand but his fingers were bright red from her holding so tightly. She eased her grip and he gave another reassuring squeeze.

"Of course you have-" Red paused, shaking his head. "Damn, they really did a number on you guys. Don't you remember-"

"No." Minho deadpanned, "We don't."

The woman and Red shared and look. Red muttered something under his breath as he turned back to face the wheel. The woman placed her hand at the gun at her hip then let out a long breath. "Follow me." The Gladers shuffled into the center and followed her out of the bus across the street to the hotel with Red bringing up the rear. They went through the door and Mila heard the woman curse but it was too late to stop the onslaught.