It was Alby who had lead Genevieve to the Slammer, a caged box that acted like a jail for the Glades. The terms, which she assumed where passed by Newt was a night in the Slammer with no food. Easy? Perhaps. She had so foolishly not eaten the entire day and knowing her luck, it would more than likely be a freezing night.
"Just one night. Newt will come by in the morning to get you out." Alby told her, opening the door to the Slammer. Gen was silent, all she did was try to help and now she was getting punished thanks to Newt. Maybe she was overreacting, after all, Newt was just trying to make sure she didn't get herself killed but Minho really could've died and the only thing Newt and Alby were concerned about was someone entering the Maze who wasn't a Runner. Shaking her head, Gen settled herself down in the corner of the Slammer, giving a small note of goodbye to Alby who locked the cage and went off back to the camp. She supposed she couldn't be too harsh on Newt, she did after all break the rules, technically, she broke two of them- but Newt let the second one slide. Bringing her knees up to her chest, Gen stared straight ahead, she was told the rules, but she still broke them and now was blaming every one else for her mistakes. It was all so stupid,
"Pst." Looking around, Gen peered through the branch bars, perhaps it was just the win, "I'm over here." This time, Gen was certain it was someone, looking to the door, Gen crawled forward on all fours to get a better look at her visitor, "Hey, girly." Smiling softly, Gen set her eyes onto Minho, who was sitting beside the Slammer with a plate of food in his hand, his once again bandaged ankle was resting out in front of him. This time he promised he would take her advice,
"What are you doing here?" She asked with a frown. Minho rolled his eyes,
"What do you think I'm here for, shuck?" He muttered sarcastically, "I'm kinda the reason you're in here, so I got you some food." He whispered, looking around to make sure no one was looking. Looking back at her, he flashed her a grin before he ever so carefully passed her an apple,
"This is it?" She asked, taking the apple. Minho scoffed,
"If that's how you wanna be I'll take my food and go elsewhere." Laughing lightly, Gen took a bite of the apple before raising her eyebrows at him,
"Happy?" She asked. Minho smirked, picking up a piece of meat and stuffing it into his mouth,
"Very." He replied with a mouthful of food. After swallowing, he once again looked around before he leaned forward, placing his forehead against the branch bars, "I ah... just wanted to say... thanks... for... ah, you know." Freezing, Gen stared at him, was he trying to thank her? Raising her eyebrow, she smirked,
"For what?' She asked innocently. Minho rolled his eyes,
"You know what." He muttered, "That's all you're getting. Just be lucky I'm wasting my time and food on you."
"I feel so lucky." she deadpanned,
"Minho!" Whipping his head around, Minho laughed,
"Hey!" He called back at Alby who was walking towards the Slammer, an irritated look on his face,
"What are you doing?" He asked. Minho shrugged his shoulders,
"Talking to my saviour." He retorted with a slight smirk. Alby narrowed his eyes,
"Maybe if you want to talk so bad, you should join her." He said, obviously expecting the complete opposite answer to the words that then escaped Minho's lips,
"I would love too." Staring at him, Gen was pretty sure that he was contemplating on whether or not Minho was bluffing. There was a silence between them before Alby sighed,
"Fine. You can stay here." Shifting past Minho, who burst into laughter, Alby unlocked the Slammer, giving enough time for Minho to crawl in (With his plate of food) before Alby closed it,
"Why is he in here?" Gen cried, "He didn't do anything!" She argued. Alby shrugged,
"Trust me, locking him in here will give everyone else a well deserved break." He smirked,
"Was that a joke, Alby? I didn't think you were capable." Minho smirked, moving back into the Slammer where Gen originally was, his back propped up against the cage.
"I'll see you both tomorrow." Alby smiled, looking between them before he left once again. As he moved away, Gen turned to face Minho who wore a serious expression, staring straight through her,
"Minho?" She whispered, moving towards the dark haired boy who raised his eyebrow, seemingly returning to reality,
"What?"
"Why did you do that?" She asked, "You don't have to be in here, why would you want to?" Sitting next to Minho with her back against the cage, Gen took another bite of her apple, watching Minho was was still staring ahead, one knee drawn up to his chest with his arm resting on it, smiling lightly, he glanced at her,
"What I tell you doesn't leave the Slammer, got it?" He whispered, giving her a stern look. Gen gave him a small nod of understanding, "I nearly died today. I thought I was a goner... if it weren't for you, Adam and I would have been crushed between the walls." Minho said, looking down at his hands, "I can't be afraid. As the Keeper of the shucking Runners I can't be scared of anything."
"Everyone is scared of something." Gen whispered, frowning slightly. Minho frowned at her,
"Would you just listen to me? This isn't a god damn sob story." Gen giggled lightly, it was good to see his light-hearted side again, "The point is. You saved me and I appreciate it. I also owe you." He added nodding slightly, "Hence why I'm stuck in here with you."
"Oh? You're doing this for me?" She asked, placing her hand over her chest with mock flattery.
"Yeah, you get the pleasure of my company." Minho replied. Sighing softly, Gen tried her best to get comfortable, but with no luck,
"Whoever made this needs to be stabbed." Gen mocked, shifting every way possible in hopes of finding some kind of comfort,
"Yeah, good luck with that." Minho smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes locked onto her, "You can thank Gally and the builders for this masterpiece." He mocked,
"You're the shuck who got yourself thrown in here." Gen muttered,
"Only because you were the slinthead who dived into the Maze after me." He retorted, "Now, now, Gen. I know I'm attractive, but you don't need to throw yourself into the Maze to get my attention." he mocked. Gen shoved him,
"Me? Trying to get your attention? Please." She scoffed, turning away from him to look out at the camp fire in the distance before she looked back at him, "All I'd have to do is watch you nearly kill yourself to get your attention." She smirked. Minho raised his eyebrow,
"Oh? And what if I just pick another Med-Jack instead of you?" He asked. Gen smiled,
"Impossible. No one can put up with you." Finally finding a place of slight comfort, Gen sighed softly, her back to Minho whom she awaited a witty reply from,
"Guess that's why you're my new Med-Jack." Minho muttered and Gen imagined him to be smirking as he spoke, "You should get some sleep." Gen blinked,
"How can you sleep in the cold?" She grumbled, her brow furrowing.
"You get used to it, Greenie." He retorted. Gen turned over to face Minho who was laying on his back, eyes closed,
"Minho..." She whispered, shifting slightly, Minho groaned,
"What?"
"Don't we get blankets or something? Can't we ask Newt?" She asked. Minho smirked,
"Yeah, just yell out his name. He'll come running." Sighing, Gen turned away from him, back to her place of slight comfort. She should have expected the sarcastic remark. Hearing Minho groan, she listened to him shift,
"Are you going to complain all night?" He asked, looking over her shoulder, Gen saw that he was propped up on his elbow, watching with a neutral expression,
"It's cold and the only reason I'm in here is because you didn't listen to me so... yes." She sad before turning back over. There was a moment of silence before Minho lay back down, shifting until Gen could feel his chest against her back, "What are you doing?" Gen snapped, glancing back around at Minho who was directly behind her,
"Shutting you up." He replied before placing his arms around her waist and closing his eyes. Placing her head back down onto the hard ground, Gen was silent, she could feel Minho's warm breath on her neck and to say the least, it made her slightly uncomfortable- but at least she was warm. "Are you going to go to sleep now?" Minho whispered, "Or do I have to sing you a lullaby?" Giggling softly, Gen could not help but smile to herself as she shut her tired eyes,
"No, just let me steal your warmth and that should be enough." She whispered back. Making an 'Mmmhmm' sound, Minho fell silent, allowing Gen to fall into the blissful sensation that was sleep.
