Hey would you look at that! Updating again and back in action. So this one might be a little filler-y but oh well I enjoyed writing it. Anyways please enjoy and comment a review because they're really really helpful and i love hearing from you guys especially after being away for so long!

Disclaimer: Nope still don't own it. Trust me i checked to see if I could legally adopt all the characters and keep them safe. They said no :(


Sadie checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time that night. The dim glow it gave off illuminated her face, a small beckon in the dark room that made her groan quietly.

2:15 AM

She didn't have to be up for another 3 hours. And there she was laying wide-awake and as troubled as ever.

Every Glader had set their watch for 5, but Sadie highly doubted that she was the only one up. From what the Rat man had told them, things were about to get difficult again. As if their lives hadn't been hard and dangerous enough before. As if all of those people that died, Chuck, Alby, Zart as if all of them didn't matter.

How on earth were you supposed to sleep after hearing that?

Sadie sighed slightly, trying to calm herself as she thought through what they were supposed to do, what they had to do. But it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate on double-checking food rations when all she could think about was what the man had said. What he had said about her and what she had yelled at him. Tried to tell him and everyone around her, what she was trying to convince herself of.

I am a Glader. Sadie had called the Glade home. She had lived, worked and fought with every boy in there and she was sent into the Maze just like the rest. Albeit none of them arrived and spouted eerie warnings and then fell into a coma then proceeded to beat up several Med- Jacks, but whatever they were all still the same.

I survived the Maze. How could she forget something like that? She fought the Grievers. She lost people she had cared about, she helped everyone find their way out. The Maze did not and could not kill her, not a second time.

I am a Runner. Damn straight she was.

I belong here. Right?

I'm…

But what about the other Maze? The girls, her friends, what about them? She was a part of them just as much as she was a part of the Gladers. The Rat man had said that she was supposed to be taken with Teresa that she didn't belong here. But where had they taken Teresa? Was she with the other girls…. When they tried to take her were they really just trying to bring her back to her original group? Maybe that's where she was supposed to be…

"Can't sleep?" A voice murmured next to her, Newt's form shifting in the bunk they shared until he was turned and facing her. His face just barely outlined in the dark room, just enough so she could see that his eyes were wide with no traces of sleep in them.

So she wasn't the only laying awake.

"Yeah." Sadie answered turning to face Newt, her nose brushing his and his forehead pressing against hers. The small gesture was enough to send a sudden feeling of warmth through her. "I can't stop thinking about tomorrow, about the things that man said… What are we going to do Newt?"

He sighed gently, his breath tickling her cheeks as the Glader thought it over. Clearly she wasn't the only one worrying about what would happen.

"I don't really know Sadie. I guess we just do what he says, try and survive, find a way out and just try and make it. Keep everyone together and… I don't know." Newt trailed off sounding frustrated and annoyed with how much was happening. All of it about things they had no control over.

"This must be new to you huh? Not knowing." Sadie mumbled quietly a small smile tugging at her lips despite the grim topic. Despite everything.

"Not really, I'm kind of used to not knowing things. Not having a plan, however, not having any-

"Bloody order?" She supplied, accent in place, and very poorly done. Newt chuckled the sound a sudden relief to her.

"Yes thank you Sadie." Both of them were laughing at this point, their foreheads bumping and shoulders shaking as they tried to contain it.

"Hey Newt.." Sadie said, a little breathless from laughing but her tone turning surprisingly serious in the dark. "Do you think the Rat man was right, that I'm not really supposed to be here? That I don't really… I don't know belong here, with you guys?"

Newt was quiet for a long time, whether from thinking over her question or picking his answer carefully, Sadie wasn't sure but it made her uneasy how long it took before his voice finally sounded in the dark.

"You know, when you fell through the floor and were stuck in that room love, I was going mad. Tearing apart the floor, attacking the wall, turning over furniture. I didn't know where you were and then… I thought you were going to die in there Sadie." His voice cracked a bit at the end, his breaths turning uneven and shaky. Sadie had though she was going to die in there too. Had been so sure of it that she had started to be at peace with it, well almost until she heard Newt's voice of course. Until she knew she could save herself.

"Newt that's not what I-"

"But I wasn't the only one." He interrupted, voice strong again as he peered down at her with his hazel eyes, now dark and strikingly powerful in the dim light. "You should have seen all of the guys. Bloody mad, every single one of them. All of them were worried all of them wanted you back safe. And when you crashed through that wall, well.. I've never seen those guys look after someone like that."

"Newt.."

"So don't you dare say that you don't belong here. Because those guys out there care about you just as much as about any other Glader in this sorry place."

Sadie's memories about what had happened while she was in the mirrored room were hazy but she did remember a few things. The desperate and worried shouting she had heard while in the room. At the time it had been terrifying and loud and chaotic but thinking it over, those had been the voices of her friends, or you could even say, her family. Maybe when creating her little, personal trial the Creators had added that feature not to scare her, though it sure as hell did that, but to show her something, to help her understand something…

And when she had woken up afterwards, there wasn't one face that didn't look relieved; there wasn't one Glader that wasn't there. But…

"But what about the other Maze? My other- the other group I was in. Am I not a part of them anymore or what? Am I supposed to just move on and forget about them about me being meant to be with those girls?" Because after all, all of the good memories she had had in the Glade were small in number compared to the years she had spent in the Meadow.

"Who said you had to forget about them?"

"I don't know!" Sadie whispered, trying to keep her voice down despite her frustration. "I feel like I'm supposed to or else, I don't know I'll get conflicted about who's side I'm on about what group I'm really a part of."

Newt hummed in thought, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray curl around her ear before trailing down her arm to her fingertips.

"Why not both?"

"Both?"

"Yeah." He replied, smiling now as he wrapped his arms around her waist tugging her forward until she could feel his chest against her own and his eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

Sadie smiled and hugged Newt back his words echoing in her head but soon being pushed to the back of her mind when her lips found his in the dark dorm room.

Newt kissed her back. It started out softly but quickly built into a more feverish kiss their foreboding deadline in the morning seemingly closer than ever.

Sadie felt Newt's lips, hot on her own both of their breaths coming out faster and ragged as her hands seemed to move on their own accord. What am I doing?

Sadie tugged on the hem of Newt's shirt pulling the fabric over his head as his hands traveled down her sides leaving a trail of goose bumps. He pulled himself on top of her, his body flush against hers and hands tangled in her hair.

Sadie let her hands trail over his broad shoulders, down his abdomen, his stomach tightening under her fingertips as she felt his hot skin.

And then Newt pulled away, leaving a dazed and blinking Sadie looking up at him from where she lay. His own body was propped up above hers on his elbows with his face hovering and framed by tangled blonde hair.

"We should probably stop now, before I, we- you know." Sadie gulped and let loose the breath she had no idea she'd been holding. What on earth was she doing?

"You don't want to?" She asked suspiciously, a little deflated by what he had said but not entirely sure why. They were going to be fighting for their lives tomorrow for god's sake! Is this really the time or place for this Sadie? She scolded herself, eyes cast downwards now, trying to look anywhere but at Newt's face and especially not at his bare chest hovering above her.

"Actually there are a lot of things I want to do right now love." He muttered his face turning bright red as he cleared his throat and smiled down at her softly. "But, I'm not entirely sure about anything right now? Are you?"

Damn. He's got a point there. Sadie thought doubts creeping into her thoughts as she slowly, but clearly shook her head. No, I'm not sure. Not now anyway.

Newt nodded, and hauled himself off of her slipping his shirt back on as he took up his usual place beside her, arms still tight around her but in a more innocent way this time. Sadie sighed and curled up, pressing her back against his chest and tugging the blankets tighter around them.

Newt was right. They could both wait anyways, besides they had bigger things to worry about.


Newt wanted to punch himself in the face with a brick and pat himself on the back all at once. God he hoped she wasn't mad or upset or thought he stopped them because of any other reason. Why did I have to choose to be the thoughtful gentleman tonight! He thought in exasperation, his mind whirring like crazy as he tried to calm his body down from what had just happened.

But man, was that difficult. Oh god her hands! Her bloody hands, and mouth and.. God help me.

It took a freaking while, but finally Newt's heart stopped rabbiting just enough for his eyes to start to flutter close, his face nuzzled into Sadie's hair and arms around her waist. Before he could drift off into a fitful sleep however, one thing the Rat man had said made his eyes snap open and mind spin all over again.

"Sadie…"

"Yeah?" She yawned next to him.

"Do you remember how the Rat man said we were all infected with the Flare? Do you think he was telling the truth and that we're all really infected, that all of us are going to turn into.. whatever those people were?" Sadie hummed in thought her hand rubbing up and down his arm as if to comfort him... Maybe he needed comforting.

"It's hard to say what's true and what isn't anymore. But if it is true I don't think we need to worry about it just yet, he said we'd be given the cure once we complete this trial. We'll just have to hope he wasn't lying." Newt nodded and let the room turn silent yet again, but not before instinctively intertwining his fingers with Sadie's and giving her hand a gently squeeze.

We'll just have to hope they aren't lying to us. That they'll give us a cure for the Flare.


Woah was that a little foreshadowing I just used there? Who knows ;) anyways I have two important things to say:

1.) Have you seen the Scorch Trials trailer yet? If yes, what did you all think of it?

2.) I could not stop laughing while writing this because all I could think of was Newt unknowingly quoting the little girl from that taco shell commercial. "Why not both? Por que no las dos?" I seriously hope you know what I'm talking about because I cracked up. And it what supposed to be a sweet moment dammit!"

Any who I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, I know I loved writing it because making Newt sexually frustrated makes me happier than all the chocolate in the world MUAHHAHAHA.

Comment and leave a review please, I love you guys and thanks so much for everything!