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I wake up feeling more rested than I have in weeks. The room is lit with natural light, and I realize that the whole left side of the wall is a huge window. I can see it out of the corner of my eye. The Scorch is on clear display—miles of nothing but sand and wind. Just looking out there makes my stomach drop in fear. There's no way to have a sense of direction. If we end up out there, we would get lost. We'd become wandering, burnt monkeys.

Newt shifts, and brings me closer to his chest. It amazes me how well our bodies fit together, like two pieces to a puzzle. I let my eyes drift shut, ready to sleep the rest of the day away when the door to the room opens, and I hear several sets of footsteps make their way in. Newt doesn't even stir at the sound. I look over his shoulder to see every single one of the Familiars standing in my hospital room.

" Hey guys… " I say, my voice still laced with sleep. Newt shifts again, and his hand rests on my hip. His other one is wrapped around me, and he tightens his hold.

" Shhh Lo. I'm trying to sleep. " Newt mumbles.

I shove his shoulder, but he just groans and buries his face in my hair. I do it again, but he doesn't even budge.

" Newt wake the hell up! " I say, sitting up, causing his head to fall on the pillow. He cracks one of his eyes open, and glares at me. I offer a lazy smile, and he let's me go.

" Good morning to you too. " Newt smiles anyway, and sits up. I stretch, finding that I can wiggle my toes. The simple movement causes another small smile to spread across my face. I should be up and moving soon.

" We decided to eat breakfast in here with you. " Frypan says, and the door opens again to have people bringing food in. Breakfast pizza catches my eye, and my stomach growls for the first time in a day.

" Why? " I ask, not taking my eyes of the trays of food being brought in here. A table enters next, and I'm surprised by how far WICKED is going to make us happy.

" Well. Whether you like it or not, we are your family. "

Family.

And just like that, my mood comes crashing down. But I keep my face a stone wall, hiding my depression so they can be happy. Not much has changed from the Glade. I'm still hiding behind a mask.

" We wanted to know if you were ok so we decided to eat with you. "

The people who brought the food in leave, and Teresa walks in when they are gone. One glance at her and guilt gnaws at my stomach. There's a very good possibility that Lee could be dead. He died with a broken heart. I promised her that I wouldn't break it. I promised her. But she's lost her brother and she doesn't even know.

" I reckon we should introduce you to the two Greenies. " Newt says, standing up. He stretches his back out and limps over to Teresa.

" You don't have to. " I say, " I already know them. "

I maintain eye contact with Teresa, trying to put my apology into my eyes. Then I remember she doesn't even know, and my gaze shifts to Thomas. Slight recognition flickers in his face, but it's so brief I question whether or not it was actually there.

Newt walks over and grabs a slice of the breakfast pizza, and hands it to me. I take it and mumble a small thanks. It's smell drifts up my nose, making my mouth water. Bacon, eggs, cheese, green peppers. I take a huge bite as Newt sits next to me on the bed with his own slice.

" What? " Winston questions, " What do you remember? "

My mind goes back to the dream I had of my dad. He had asked me to get Noah and mom out of WICKED. It was my dad's wish, the one thing I should've been able to do. I didn't even try to get them out. I thought I had time. I failed my dad. Now my family is dead because of me. Because I didn't try hard enough.

Newt notices the look on my face, and answer for me. " Let's spare her the questions guys. There are probably things she's trying to forget. "

I wish I could forget it all. This hollow feeling is worse than ever. This aching loneliness. Let me forget about it. Let me forget I was raped and tortured. Let me forget I killed two people. Let me forget I hurt one of my friends. Let me forget my family is dead. Let me become a new person.

" Yea right. " Winston says. " She was safe and protected in WICKED. "

Rage flares in Newt's eyes, and the Familiars quietly munch on their food, staying out of it. He opens his mouth to talk, but I put my hand on his arm. His head turns, and he looks at me, his face softening a little bit. I slightly shake my head, and Newt turns back and faces Winston. Shoving food in his mouth to keep from going off on him.

But that doesn't stop Minho.

" What are you talking about? " Minho raises his voice, glaring at Winston. " You don't even know what she went through. "

" No one does! " Winston shouts. " She won't fucking talk about it. "

I grind my teeth in frustration. Do they really need to know everything?

" Enough! " I yell. Everybody's heads snap towards me. Winston opens up his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, softening my voice. " If I want to tell you, then I will. But until then, don't assume anything. "

For a second, Winston looks genuinely frightened, as if I threatened him. But then he stands, and slams his hands down on the table.

" How can you expect us to not assume things? " Winston growls. " We watched our friends die while you sat all nice and comfortable in WICKED. "

I sit there, unable to think of anything to say to that. I really did live with WICKED while they suffered. I can't deny that.

" You can't say anything to that, can you? That's because it's the truth. You were too busy being WICKED's little bitch to help us. "

Sunlight comes in through the window, shining on his face. It makes the hatred in his hazel eyes all to noticeable. If he hates me, then it's possible for someone else to, right?

" What did you just call her? " Newt asks quietly, but his menacing tone is obvious. Winston seems to shrink under his cold stare.

" I-I didn't- "

" Pay attention shuck face, " Newt says in a voice so full of rage and ice it almost scares me. " If you ever disrespect my girlfriend again, I'll rip your bloody tongue out. "

Winston's jaw ticks as he turns and walks out of the room. Everyone is staring at Newt—he's never been like that in front of them before. He was like that for me. It reminds me of when he was willing to kill Reed to spare me the trouble and the guilt. He's protective over me. The thought makes warmth spread through out my body.

Not only that, Newt called me his girlfriend. I feel like laughing.

" Harsh. " Frypan says, but a smile is plastered on his face. He turns and looks at me, eyeing my wrinkly clothing and messy hair. " I see Newt wasted no time. "

" Wasted no time doing what? " I ask, a smile still pinned on my face from what Newt did.

" Getting laid. " Frypan says and if I were eating I would've choked.

I feel my cheeks heat up and I say, " Geez Fry! You're starting to sound like Lee. "

As soon as Lee's name escapes my mouth, I regret it. Teresa seems to recognize the name, and her eyebrows draw together in confusion. Newt cast a look in my direction, his eyes almost asking the question ' Who is that? ' . I shake my head. That's a conversation I don't want to have.

" He worked for WICKED, right? " Minho asks, a smirk gracing his features. He leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees. That can only mean trouble.

I nod. Minho's eyes gleam with mischief, and I glare at him. If he utters one word about my relationship with Lee, I will tell everyone that he knew I was alive. If he's going to wreck my life, I'm going to wreck his.

" What exactly did he do at WICKED? " The Familiars eyes flicker in between us, quietly listening to the conversation. They're dying to know more about WICKED; they aren't going to stop Minho from yapping anytime soon.

" He monitored the Beetleblades. " I keep my answer short and sweet. The less Newt knows, the better. He doesn't need to know that I was with someone else, no matter how brief it was.

" You watched us through the Beetleblades too, right? But you weren't allowed back there. "

How in the hell does he know that?

" What are you getting at Minho? " I grind out in frustration. What is he trying to do? The little prick is about to get his teeth knocked down his throat.

" How did you get back there? " He asks, and everybody seems to be putting the pieces together. I still want to know how he knows I wasn't allowed in the monitoring room. " Is poor Lee a victim of your manipulation, like so many others? "

" I did what I had to. I needed to make sure you idiots were alright. " I growl. I glance over at Newt as a plea for help, but he's too interested in the conversation to stop it

" So you're confessing? " Minho asks while leaning back in his chair.

" Get the hell out of my room you insufferable asshat. " I hiss at him. He has no right to do that. " Or should I mention the little run-in we had? "

There. Now we're both in deep shit.

Newt seems to have had enough because he says, " Everybody out! " He narrows his eyes at Minho. " Except for you. "

A bit of fear passes through Minho's eyes, and he can hardly sit still as everyone evacuates the room. I watch, still in a sour mood, as every sends us curious glances. No doubt they want to know what just happened. I'm too scared about Newt's reaction to Lee to care right now. Will he hate me? Will he spit at me, and call me a whore?

I'm pretty sure I'd break if he said that.

The door slides shut as the last of Famliars leave the room. Newt walks to the middle of the room, standing an equal distance away from Minho and me. I run a hand through my hair, feeling disgusted by its greasiness. I realize how much I stink, considering I haven't taken a shower in days. I probably still have blood on my face from when I was electrocuted.

" Explain what the hell just happened. " Newt says, glaring at the both of us. The atmosphere is tense, like one wrong word could mess everything up. If I could walk, I would strut right out of this room and leave them to talk. I look at Minho, since he was the one that started it. He should be the one to explain.

He sighs. " I want the Gladers to know exactly what happened while she was at WICKED. " Minho says, but I can tell it's a lie. Every time he lies, he feels the need to fidget with his hands. It's something I picked up on one day while we were talking.

" Why? " Newt asks as he crosses his arms over his chest.

" The Gladers should be able to choose if they trust her. " Minho shrugs.

Newt turns to me, and I feel my palms start to sweat. He's going to ask me about Lee, isn't he? I'm going to destroy a relationship I just fixed. And it's all because of Minho.

" What did you mean by ' should I mention the little run-in we had ' because I'd damn sure well like to know. "

Minho's face is begging me not to tell Newt. Apparently, he can deal punches, but can't take them. I look into his brown eyes and smirk.

" Which one? "

Newt's eyes widen, and he turns his attention towards Minho.

" How long have you known she's alive? " He asks quietly, the fear instilling tone back in his voice. Minho sends one last glare at me before replying.

" The day after Ben's banishment. " Minho lowers his head, his voice coming out quiet.

" And you didn't think that was important? " Newt shouts. I feel a twinge of guilt, knowing that I caused this, but it quickly disappears as Newt turns to me.

" I'm sick of being lied to. Sick of people not telling me what the bloody hell is going on. " The fire in his eyes could cause oceans to evaporate. " Is there anything else I don't know? "

My mind goes to Nandini, the last of his family. If I don't tell him now, he'll be pissed. But I can't. He'll look for her, then he would get the Flare. I can't let him do that.

" Tell him about Lee. " Minho says, pissed off at me. I give him the finger, and Newt simply narrows his eyes at me.

" Lee was someone I used to monitor you guys. " I say, not seeing the point in lying anymore.

" Used how? " Newt almost whispers. I feel my stomach drop, and I don't want to tell him. But I do anyway, because I don't want to lie to him.

" I pretended to love him. "

Newt grinds his teeth together, disbelief and rage coloring his face. He opens his mouth to talk, and I prepare myself for the onslaught of insults, but they never come. Instead he does something far worse. He closes his mouth, turns on his heel, and walks out of the room.

As soon as the door shuts, I send Minho my harshest glare. Everything was going just fine. For once in my damned life I was content. But now, he caused Newt and I to have a fight. Newt probably thinks I'm a manipulative bitch. He might regret loving me.

" I don't know if I've said this before, " I tell him in my softest voice, " but I fucking hate you. "

Deep down, I know that's not true. The truth is, Minho is... Well, Minho. But that's the problem. He can look at me the wrong way and I want to choke him. But then he goes and does something nice, or he touches me, or he simply says something, and it's like butterflies are released in my stomach. And it pisses me off. Because he's an asshole. Arrogant and narcissistic.

Minho lets out a small laugh as he stands. " I hate you too. "

Then, it's as if my breakfast is trying to make its way up. The familiar dizziness covers me like a blanket, and I fall back, letting my head hit the pillow. My head starts to pound, like someone is trying to drill their way out. My vision blurs, and my ears ring, but I'm pretty sure I see Minho towering over me, shouting my name. A concerned look is on his face. Another face comes into view, but I don't have time to see who it is as I'm pushed off a cliff and into another memory.

...

" God Minho. Your such a-" I say, looking at his room. A table rests in the middle of it, a lone candle resting on top of that. My favorite food, spaghetti, is on the plates.

" Romantic boyfriend? "

" No. " I say, lightly shoving him. " A cheese ball. "

He lets out a laugh as we walk into the room. I feel his laugh in my bones, and it sounds like music. Minho pulls out my chair for me, and I sit down. He sits down across from me, the candlelight making his eyes shine. Only then do I realize how intimate this is. Two people eating dinner with nothing but a single candle lighting the room.

We eat in silence, not wanting to ruin the serene mood. This feels right. Here, with him. I've never thought about someone like this. I've never felt like this with someone. This is a feeling everyone should be able to feel. Love.

" I leave tomorrow. " Minho says, completely ruining whatever happy feeling I was having. I wanted to avoid this subject for as long as possible, but he seems keen on talking about it.

" Yea. " I say quietly, twirling my fork in my spaghetti.

" I won't remember you. "

" Geez. Are you trying to ruin this dinner? " I ask with a soft laugh. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

" I just wanted to say that I love you. No matter what. Even if I forget, I will always have this place in my heart for you. Because you are the first girl that I have ever loved. " Minho says, and I feel my throat tighten up. It's not fair. He shouldn't have to go into the Maze. There are other subjects.

" I love you too. " I say, and I know that this is goodbye. This dinner he planned, was all in an effort to make our last night perfect.

He leans across the table, and he kisses me. It's the same feeling I get every time, but it never fails to surprise me. His kisses affect me the way nothing else does. If I weren't sitting down, I would be clinging on to him because my knees would be too weak to stand.

When Minho pulls away, I see a tear roll down his face. I reach out and wipe it away, not wanting to see him cry. Minho grabs my hand, and holds it to his face. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if he's trying to sear the feeling of my touch into his brain.

" I don't want to forget. " He mumbles.

" I'm going in soon. I'll be there with you. " I try to make him feel better.

Minho opens his eyes, and I make an effort to memorize their color. I won't see him for two years.

" But nothing will be the same. "

.

The memory fades away, but I don't open my eyes. I want to remember what it was like before the Maze. Before all of our relationships went down the drain. I had loved Minho, just as much as I love Newt now. But things change. I'm starting to think that love isn't worth it. It's not worth the pain and the doubt and the fear.

" Is she going to be alright? " Newt's voice resonates throughout the room. I can hear his footsteps, and I can tell he's pacing.

" I don't know dude! For all I know she could never wake up. " Minho replies, fear making his voice shake. It sounds like he's right by my side.

I should open my eyes and let them know that I'm okay. They sound so worried and stressed. I could ease their minds. But then another conversation about my past will happen, and I don't want that. I don't want to talk about the past. The past doesn't matter anymore. I've got to figure out what Janson is planning, and what our next move is. I have to get everyone to safety. But I can't go into the Scorch because of Newt.

I curl into a small ball. I can feel their eyes on me, hoping I'll wake up. But I don't. I keep my eyes shut, feigning sleep.

" I just got her back. I can't lose her again. " Newt's voice breaks and his pacing stops.

I can't let Newt suffer.

I groan and roll over, letting my eyes flutter open. Newt rushes to my side and grabs my hand. His blond hair is messy, probably from running his hand through it too many times. A smile spreads across his face as he uses his free hand to push my hair back.

" I'm sorry for making you worry. " I say, " I forgot to mention that I have memory dreams. I never know when they're going to happen, but they're painful. I pass out for a little while. "

Minho scoffs, any trace of worry erased from his face. " A little while? It's been a day, Lo. "

" What? " I ask, and then I try to move my legs. If Minho is right, then I should be able to use them. I'm surprised to find I can bring my knee to my chest. My legs are still weak, but at least I can move them. " That's impossible. The memory only lasted ten minutes or so. "

Newt opens his mouth to speak, but Thomas bursts into the room, a frantic look on his face. He's gasping for breath, and he tries to say something but it comes out in a huff. He bends over and places his hands on his knees, taking huge gulps of air.

" What's wrong? " Newt asks.

Thomas tries to speak, but no one knows what he's saying.

" Spit it out shuck face! " Minho says, and then Thomas straightens himself out enough to get a sentence out.

" We…can't…get..into…. the girls' room. "


How did I do? I hope that Louisa's feelings aren't too hard to follow. This was the longest chapter in the story so far. Next chapter, I hope for some fluffiness. Adorable fluff.

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I hope I can update at least twice a week. Probably on Mondays and Fridays because I'm also working on some other stuff, as in other fan fictions. They aren't up, but I'm going to write them in my free time. Remember, AU Adventure Time fan fiction is being posted in two months.

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN TWO WEEKS I JUST REALIZED THAT. I'm going to update this story on my birthday, or I could post a one-shot of Lewt hehehehehe. Vote which one you want, an extra chapter on here, or a one-shot of Lewt. If you choose the one-shot, I'll refine it in the next chapter. Like what to put in the one-shot.

I'm going to go do something else now, bye!