A/N: Happy Easter or half term, even though it's nearly over for me! I know I'm a day late but time flies when you're eating chocolate :)…

I was out of bed as soon as the sentence left his mouth.

"Where?" I asked.

"With the Med-jacks," The unsettled feeling in my stomach grew as I made my way over to the place. Even with my limp, I ignored the pain of my ankle as determination coursed through my bones.

I had to see him.

Eventually, I neared the tall pieces of wood strung together, making a triangle shape at the top pointing up to the now gloomy sky. There was a crowd gathered outside, some people laughing and some looking shifty with worry.

"Out the way!" I yelled. Gladers turned to look at who had commanded them, then split in the centre to let me through.

Inside, Clint and Jeff were standing over an unmoving figure, the only proof that he was alive from the slow rise and fall of his chest.

"Tommy?" I whispered, horrified. "What happened?" I crouched down next to his bed, a shaky hand rising up to stroke his hair. His face was beaten, one black eye and the other swollen red. There was a bleeding bulge spouting from his hairline along with other cuts that had since been cleaned.

The rest of his body was in a similar shape, the worst over with.

"He's been knocked unconscious. From the looks of it, a few bruised ribs and a sprained ankle, but nothing too serious," Clint explained. My eyes were fixed on his eyes. Those honey brown eyes, now swollen shut.

Anger bubbled up in my chest. "Who did this?" I fought to keep my voice steady. The two Med-jacks looked at each other, then to the floor.

"We don't know. He was found in the maze," That got my attention.

"The maze? What the bloody hell!" I stood up, arms flying above my head in frustration.

"It was the runners who found him. Not too far away, looks like he was thrown in from the East door, dragged a little bit then whoever did this to him left him…for dead," I barely registered the words Jeff said as I stared back down at Thomas.

"I'm calling a gathering. I'll be there in a minute, you guys go," Looking relieved, the two boys left the tent along with the remaining onlookers.

I bent over the bed, hands tracing over the bruises and cuts scattered across his skin affectionately.

"Who would do this to you," I muttered to myself. "And why?" I stared down at him as if I expected an answer. Shaking my head, I rose from my perch on the floor and turned my back on the scene. But how would I find the slinthead that did this?

The room was full of loud chatter, but instantly hushed when I walked in. My eyes locked with Alby's, feeling draining from my face as the older boy opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. Slowly, I walked over to my position next to him.

My fingers itched with the urge to punch him, but refrained. For no one else but Thomas.

"This gathering has been called by Newt, so I'll let him take over once I'm done," his voice echoed around the room. "As you all probably know, our newest greenie has been attacked. From what our med-jacks have gathered, he was beaten unconscious then thrown into the maze left for dead around morning," he paused, scanning the room.

"Whoever did this will be brought to justice – no question about it,"

"And how exactly will you find out who did it?" My eyes snapped to Gally as he spoke. "I mean, come on, whoever did it wouldn't just give themselves up. Especially for the greenie, I mean he probably deserved it," that gained a few laughs. Ready to defend Thomas I opened my mouth, but Minho beat me to it.

"Oh shut your shuck face Gally, no one wants to see those ugly teeth," even more chuckles erupted from the group. I stepped out from behind Alby, holding up my hands for silence.

"We need to stay focused. As for your question, Gally, we have our ways of getting the truth out of people. Just wait for your turn,"

Alby turned to give me a sharp look, which I rolled my eyes to.

You can talk, I almost said, you're the one that attacked me just because you're jealous.

I bit my lip, the words on the tip of my tongue.

"If any of you have any information about happened to him then please tell us, because we'll all be asking you where you were," I said.

"Why does it matter?" someone called out. A few chorused their agreements. I raised an eyebrow at them all.

"Because we can't have an attacker walking around here knowing they succeeded!" Heat rose to my cheeks, my calm melting away. I couldn't help give Alby a quick side glance at that.

"Well whoever did it would have had good reason. So maybe we should start with the people who didn't like him," Minho spoke up, "I can name quite a few sitting – or standing, for that matter – in here," I nodded my thanks to him.

"Ok, fine. Minho can round up Thomas's…uh, enemies?" the word's felt stupid. "While I'll start asking everyone where they were," rolled eyes and groans rippled through the crowd.

"This gathering's over," Alby announced. He began to walk out, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. I dropped it as soon as I had his attention.

"Where do you think you're going?" he stared at me, what looked like regret passing through his eyes.

"What?" I clenched my jaw.

"Minho wanted all the people who don't like Thomas. I think I can count you as a strong contender," my voice was filled with malice. Alby sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Newt, I'm sorry," the words felt hollow. I took a step back, repulsed.

"If you're sorry then why did you do it?" he wouldn't meet my eyes as he spoke next.

"Because the greenie is a phase, Newt. I…I'm in love with you," His words felt like a brick to the head, my mind spinning and spinning, then stopping all together.

"If forcing yourself on someone is love, then you've got completely the wrong idea. Now go find Minho because if you did do this to Tommy, then you've got more than just a punishment coming your way,"

I left him staring at the spot where I once was, not a hint of remorse trailing through my body. Just cold, sharp disgust.

That was the only way to explain it.

As I left the gathering, I was content on finding out who did this. Gally was at the top of my list, his leering comments could have just been a cover up for what he did…but even after that, I just couldn't see Gally being so against the rules.

He was a coward, after all.

"Newt, wait," someone called out from behind me. I turned around to Minho's running figure. "Why is Alby with me? He told me you sent him," I folded my arms.

"That's where he belongs. He hates Tommy, after all," Minho shrugged.

"Just asking. You think he did it?" A picture formed in my mind of Alby beating Thomas. All the loathing, all the hatred building up into a moment of pure revenge for the person that he apparently loves.

"I think it's possible. He's been violent before," Minho didn't push, just patted me on the shoulder.

"Ok, well you've got a lot to do so I'll let you get on with it. After today I'm back to running so I've gotta be fast. Good luck shuck face," With that he left me standing alone.

I sighed as I stared around the glade, looking at all the boys I now had to question. I decided to start with the builders – where most of Gally's followers were. But even as I walked over there, I wasn't thinking about Gally. I wasn't thinking about Alby.

Once again my thoughts were on Thomas.

But this time, I let them come.