I'm in a very Maze Runner mood right now, so I decided to start on this chapter!

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You're going to get a new point of view in this one, which I hope you enjoy. This chapter will contain quite a few memories featuring Anastasia – I have plans for her and a certain Glader…*evil smile*

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Anastasia

*Teresa*

"What happened to Mummy and Daddy, Dee?" Ana whispered to Teresa, her green eyes worried.

"I don't know, Ana," Teresa told her sister sadly. "Maybe they're sick."

Her mother laughed loudly, a crazy, wild laugh that left Teresa with no doubt that there was something really wrong with the woman. It felt as if there was a dark cloud over her head, a looming spectre that taunted her every time she thought things would get better.

Her father stood up, staggering over to the two girls. "We're going," he spat at Teresa. "You…stay here. We're going."

Teresa tried to get up but her father's hand pushed her back. "Daddy," she cried, her eyes filling with tears, "what are you doing?"

"You're not a part of this family anymore," her mother snarled. "Go over there. Get away from us. You're evil. You're a demon. GET AWAY FROM US!"

The last words came out as a shriek, the words cutting through the silent air. Teresa stumbled backwards, feeling her sister's hand being ripped from hers, tears falling down her cheeks as Ana screamed for her. "NO! Mummy, Daddy, please! No!"

Her parents were running now, running away from her, and Ana's cries were becoming fainter and fainter.

She turned and started to run in the opposite direction, the tears falling thick and fast now as her sister's last cries rang in her ears.

"Teresa!"

With a gasp, Teresa's eyes opened, her heart racing with the intenseness of the memory she had just seen. She looked up into Thomas's worried eyes, realizing that his arms were around her. "Are you okay?"

"What happened?" she demanded, ignoring his earlier question.

Thomas shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Both of you looked at each other and then – you just fainted."

Teresa looked across at the girl, blue eyes meeting green. They stared at each other for a minute, and Teresa saw how her brown hair curled ever-so-slightly at the ends, how her lower lip was just slightly fuller than her upper one, how her ivy-coloured eyes were framed by long eyelashes.

Just like her.

And the memories that she didn't even know she had – memories that WICKED must have blocked from her mind.

She slowly got to her feet, her mind spinning in a thousand different directions.

"Deedee?" the girl whispered again, just as she had before Teresa had blacked out. Her eyes were pleading, hopeful. Teresa nodded, the question forming on her lips but she hadn't even opened her mouth when Ana threw her arms around her, squeezing her tightly.

Ana felt slight and warm, but the feel of her was familiar and suddenly Teresa knew, just as she had known Thomas when she came into the Glade, that this was her sister.

Her flesh and blood. Her only link to her family, to her past.

The moment was interrupted by, of course, Minho.

"I don't want to interrupt this little reunion of yours," he started, sounding thoroughly annoyed, "but do you mind telling the rest of us exactly what the shucking hell is going on?"

Teresa scowled at the dark-haired boy. "Well, Minho, since you asked so politely," she said sarcastically, "Ana is my sister."

No one said anything.

"Your sister?" Minho looked flabbergasted. "Since when do you have a sister?"

"I've always had one," Teresa retorted. "We were separated when we were five. My parents took her away from me. They didn't want me, because I was Immune to the Flare and they weren't – so they thought there was something wrong with me."

Newt looked shocked, glancing from one sister to another. "Well, this is…unexpected."

"Ana," Thomas interrupted. "I think we should tell them first. Your father only gave us till tomorrow, remember?"

"Gave you until tomorrow for what?" Minho questioned.

"For telling you about the other Immunes," Thomas explained. "The Council – that's what they call the members in charge, sort of like the Keepers – will be coming over here tomorrow."

Newt held up his hands in a time-out gesture. "Whoa, whoa. The other Immunes? Do you mean there are more people here?"

Anastasia looked at him for a moment. It was a strange gaze, one that seemed both yearning but torn at the same time. It was a look you might bestow upon an ex-boyfriend, someone whom you still had feelings for but knew was off-limits.

"Well, yes. We've been living here for nearly four years."

"And we never saw you?" Newt questioned disbelievingly.

Ana looked like she wanted to roll her eyes. "I thought that was rather obvious," she replied simply. "Now can we go inside?"

Newt looked slightly surprised, as if he wasn't used to being treated that way, but shrugged and followed the brunette inside.

This left just Thomas and Teresa outside.

Teresa crossed her arms over her chest. "What actually happened to you?"

Thomas winced. "I managed to grab onto this outcropping of rock, nearly at the bottom. It was pure luck that I managed to hang onto it though - it was damn near impossible to see from the top. From there it was a short drop into the water so I swam to the bank and then blacked out. I suppose someone found me."

Teresa shot him a glare. "What did you promise me when you left? You said you'd be careful!"

Thomas had the good grace to look apologetic. "I know. I'm sorry."

Teresa wanted to stay mad at him, but she couldn't. His eyes were like melted chocolate, begging her to forgive him. With a sigh, she stepped forward and hugged him, feeling his arms around her.

"I'm still not forgiving you for making me worry for so long," Teresa murmured into his shirt.

He rested his chin on her head. "I wanted to come back the minute I woke up, and the only reason I took so long was because the Community wouldn't let me leave until they made their decision and it was another day's journey back here so – "

"Tom," Teresa said seriously. "Shut up."

And then she leaned up and kissed him.

*Newt*

"Gally isn't coming, then?" Newt asked, crossing his arms.

Minho shrugged. "Doesn't look like it. He conked out the second his head hit the pillow."

"Great," Newt said, deadpan. "The last thing we need is his bloody smart mouth in here."

After Anastasia had told her story, the other Immunes had been curious but no one objected to having the members of the Community come to join them. Newt was already drawing up plans in his head as to the new cabins they would have to construct to house the influx of people.

The other Immunes were due to arrive that day, and Newt had been elected to be part of the welcoming committee. Apparently, it had something to do with his 'British charm' as Minho put it.

Beside him, Teresa was twisting her fingers nervously, her eyes locked on the horizon. Newt was finding it rather annoying but didn't have the heart to tell the girl to stop; she had just been through quite an ordeal over the past week. Finding out Thomas was missing…and then being reunited with a sister she had never thought she had.

At this, his eyes automatically searched out the said girl, groaning inwardly when he realized what he was doing. Newt didn't know how but he had the weirdest feeling that he knew the girl somehow.

He wished he could reach into his head and yank out the bloody Swipe.

Anastasia glanced up at that moment, her eyes meeting his – green into hazel – and then it happened.

Something unlocked in his mind, as if he had finally found the key to a door that had been shut for eternity, a door he had been trying desperately to open.

And he saw, for the first time, a glimpse of his life before the Maze.

"Do I know you?" Newt asked, trying to hide a smile as he matched the girl's brisk strides easily.

"No, you don't, and I have no pleasure in making your acquaintance," she replied shortly, her eyes searching for an escape. He could see that he riled her; and that just made it all the more fun.

"Really?" he smirked. "I get the feeling that you do know me, but you're denying it. Just admit it, sweetheart."

"I said I don't know you, and do NOT call me sweetheart," the girl gritted her teeth, clearly at the end of her tether.

"Okay, then – what's your name?"

The girl stopped, arching an eyebrow. "Why should I tell a complete stranger my name?"

Newt shrugged. "I already told you – you know me. At the very least, you've seen me before. So what's the harm?"

The girl looked as if she might regret what she was going to do next. "I'm Anastasia," she said finally, her arms crossed over her chest.

Newt grinned. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Anastasia rolled her eyes. They were the most striking colour, he thought – a piercing, X-ray green that seemed to look straight into your soul and see all your innermost secrets.

Suddenly, she looked past him and her face turned pale, her eyes widening. "Look, I-I have to go."

She started to rush past him but he caught her wrist, holding her back. "Wait – will I see you again?" he asked, his voice almost pleading.

She looked at him, and her lips curved into an involuntary smile. "Maybe."

And then she was gone.

XXX

"Subject A1 will have to be changed. She has shown strong attachment to Subject B2."

"Their relationship could prove beneficial – "

"No." The voice was firm, the voice of someone used to asserting authority. "Subject B2 shows potential to be a leader. We need to map his reactions, the way he responds to situations. If both of them are to be placed in the Maze, his emotional attachment to her will cloud his thinking. His responses will be stimulated by the amygdala – we need to see rational responses, not emotional ones."

Newt frowned, slinking back into the shadows. What was going on? He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more.

"But the Swipe will ensure they forget each other – "

"We cannot know that!" the voice had risen in volume. "Listen to me, Janson. This is the first time we are trying out the Swipe. It could fail to function – and if that is the case, all will be useless. We cannot rely on the Swipe alone. It would be foolhardy."

"Who will take her place, then?"

"I believe we should send in Teresa as Subject A1 and Thomas as Subject A2. Their telepathic connection is strong, and I think it will prove interesting to see how the other subjects respond to the fact that two of the people who helped create the maze – who are responsible for their situation – are now in there with them."

There was a strong objection, a sound of raised voices, and Newt crept away slowly, his mind spinning. What was that about?

XXX

"Newt," Anastasia's voice was desperate as she looked into his eyes. "I have to go tomorrow. WICKED – it's worse than we thought. Newt, they have plans – "

"I know," Newt interrupted. "Something about a week more, and then about mapping areas of the killzone – what's that about?"

"I don't know," Anastasia said helplessly, her eyes glimmering with what looked like unshed tears. But it couldn't be – this was Ana, the girl who never cried.

"Where are you going?"

"We're leaving, Newt. I know that WICKED isn't good – not like it pretends to be. I'm afraid. I think they're going to do something to you. They're trying to find a cure for the Flare – but I just get this feeling that you'll be involved somehow…"

"Will I ever see you again?" he asked, repeating the words of their first meeting.

She laughed softly. "I hope so. What would I do without my best friend?"

"Best friends?" Newt asked softly, moving a bit closer to her. "Is that all we are, Ana? After this whole year – is that all we are?"

She bit her lip, looking up at him. "What are we, then?"

And then their lips met.

"Newt? Newt? NEWT!"

Newt was brought back to reality by a harsh stinging on his left cheek. "Ow," he complained, massaging his face. "What was that for?"

Teresa looked exasperated. "Where have you been for the last five minutes? Do you have any idea how long I've been calling you?"

"Well, you didn't have to hit me," Newt protested.

"How else was I supposed to get you to stop frolicking in your dream land?"

Newt's mind was already far away from the conversation, his eyes locked on a certain brunette. Her green eyes were wide and shocked – he wondered what he looked like. He got the feeling that she knew what had happened – that she realized he had just seen a piece of his past.

She looked away quickly.

Newt perused the memory again, feeling slightly dazed. No wonder she had looked at him like that – she had recognized him, known who he was. What were the odds of her finding both her sister and – what was he? Her boyfriend?

Newt felt a surge of anger against WICKED for taking away his memories, making him forget about the girl who he had so clearly had feelings for – and who apparently, had returned them.

He went back to the conversation he had heard between the Creators. Subject B2 had to have been him, and that meant that they had been planning to put Anastasia in the maze instead of Teresa, before the relationship between the two of them had changed things and put Thomas and Teresa in the Glade instead.

Anastasia was walking towards them now, looking as if she would much rather be anywhere than where she currently was. She was determinedly not looking at him, her eyes focusing on Teresa.

She brushed past him, just like she had done in the memory, and his hand shot out to stop her – an involuntary reaction.

She turned to face him, her eyes worried and fearful. She was afraid, he realized; afraid of what he had seen in the memory, what he would think of her. Hurt that he didn't remember her, and what they had been to each other.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked quietly, his voice just above a whisper. "Alone?"

She hesitated, then nodded quickly.

Teresa looked between the both of them suspiciously, her eyes narrowed. "What's going on?"

Anastasia turned to her with a smile. "Nothing. My father and the others of the Community should be here soon. We'll be back in a minute."

Before Teresa could say anything in response, Anastasia had dragged him away towards the shade of a large tree. She crossed her arms and turned to face him, her posture defensive. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath. "I saw you," he told her. "In the memory. We knew each other. At WICKED headquarters?"

She nodded, her eyes still wary.

"And we – we were friends?"

"Yes." Her voice was carefully controlled.

"But not just friends, right?" Newt continued, his voice becoming louder. "I saw what happened. And I know you remember it. I kissed you."

"But you don't remember me," she said softly, so soft that he had to strain to hear her. "You're not that Newt, the guy who was my best friend. He knew everything about me. You don't. WICKED took that away from you." Her voice was unbearably sad, so sad that it hurt him to hear it.

"But I can be that guy again," Newt persisted, not knowing where the words were coming from but saying them anyway. "I don't know you Anastasia, but I want to. Just-just give me a chance?"

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, her green eyes alive with hope.

"Yes."

Who else ships Ana and Newt?

I know she isn't real but screw it, she's my character and I'll ship her with whoever I want.

Okay, I know this chapter was confusing and I know many people are going to have questions about it so let me answer any possible questions right now:

Q: How can Newt and Teresa suddenly get back their memories of Anastasia just by looking into her eyes?

A: This answer is based on my interpretation of the Swipe. The way I see it, memories can slip past the block if something triggers it. When Newt and Teresa saw Ana, she triggered a slip in their memory block and they both got back a few memories of her.

Q: How did Anastasia and Newt know each other?

A: In the last chapter, I stated that Anastasia's parents worked at WICKED. Since Newt was a subject of the Maze Trials, I assumed that he would also be at WICKED headquarters. So, Ana and Newt met at WICKED headquarters. Ironically, Teresa was also at WICKED headquarters but she and Ana never met.

Lilkay-9944: Aw! Thanks! The reason I even started this fanfic in the first place was because I couldn't find any good Thomas and Teresa fanfic out there in the archive, and I really wanted to find some closure for the whole Newt and Teresa dying thing.

Anonymous: I just hate when authors kill characters they know everyone loves; Newt and Teresa were two of my favourites in the whole Maze Runner series. I was reading Newt's death scene again when the idea for the hologram struck me; I'm happy you liked it!

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