Okay first I would like to apologize for how long I left you guys hanging. I was horrible for doing that. I have no excuses that will cover this. I just had a very bad year. I am sorry. I am expecting a much better year coming up and hope you all keep reading if only to see what becomes of Lise.

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I slipped into my room and closed the door gently holding my breath to listen for movement. It was late. Later then I normally came back. If I was quite enough I would be able to get my second set of clothes on without waking Newt. I had rinsed off quickly before coming up. I didn't smell pretty, but I smelt much better than if I had come upstairs completely sweaty. For the last two and a half hours I had been running laps around the glade trying to both get my thoughts in order and de-stress. It had been a long fucking day, and running helped me feel better. I kicked my running shoes off and pulled my socks off first. I unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them on my socks. I found my new clothes where I left them the night before and pulled on my clean underwear and shorts. The makers had been thoughtful and sent me both undergarments I required as a female. That had been a fun experience when they came up in the box. I threw my shirt and bra on the dirty pile and put my clean ones on.

I carefully made my way to the bed in the dark feeling with my bare feet to make sure I didn't step on anything. I was dying to sleep. Since there was no blanket I crawled up and settled into my spot. I was just barely comfortable when Newt rolled over, wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me against his chest. My breath froze in my chest and I gripped his hand in mine. I wasn't sure if I was trying to push him away or hold him there. His breath traveled over my neck and left goosebumps.

"Newt," I whispered. "What…"

"I told you, Lise. I'm done letting you push me away. Especially after today. You scared me leaving with Minho like that. Then I walk in here and you're having a bloody panic attack," he sighed and tightened his hold on my hand. "I don't want that happening again. You are going to find running away much harder now."

We sat in silence for a few moments while I processed what he said. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew this wouldn't end well if I let it persist, but I really didn't want to push him away. I was torn.

"Stop thinking Lise," Newt murmured behind me. "I don't plan on falling asleep until you do, and I have to introduce the greenie to the grievers in the morning so I need me my beauty sleep."

I stiffened up a bit and rolled over to face him. My eyes had adjusted a little bit to the darkness and at this distance I could see him blink at me in confusion.

"I want to come."

"Why," he asked. His eyebrows pulled together and he frowned. "You've never asked to before."

I wanted to see the Greenie's reaction to the grievers, but I didn't want to tell Newt that. I bit my lip and tried to come up with an excuse. It was harder than I thought.

"I…" I should just tell him. What would it hurt? "I want to see his reaction I guess. I've never seen you show anybody before."

That was close enough and he really didn't need to know it was this particular Greenie I wanted to keep my eye on. He rolled over onto his back and shoved a hand behind his head.

"I don't know Lise it seems pretty useless to me."

"Please?"

Newt sighed and looked down at me in the dark. Was he actually going to tell me no? This wasn't even dangerous. I shifted around until I was leaning on my elbows looking at him. I raised my eyebrows and pressed my lips together.

"I won't get in the way." I said. He ran a hand down his face.

"It's not that Lise. I don't know if I trust this Greenie." I bristled a little at his words.

"I can handle myself you know."

"I know. I believe you can, but I just…"

"Please Newt."

"You're a bloody slint-head you know that?"

"Please?"

"Fine. You can come. Now it's time for some sleep."

I smiled and rolled over so I was facing away from him, like I normally fall asleep. However, Newt had other plans. He made a disapproving noise and rolled me over so I was laying across his chest. I grunted in surprise and tried to pull back.

"You'll end up like this anyway. Just…stay." He murmured into my hair.

I had to admit it did feel nice and I felt safe, and I never wanted to move. I gritted my teeth and tried to turn away one more time, but Newt wrapped his hand around my arm and tucked my head under his chin. I wasn't going anywhere apparently. I squeezed my eyes shut in resignation and settled into a comfortable position next to him. I fell asleep in less than a few minutes.

Newt rolled over and I fell onto the mattress face first. I lifted my head and looked around in confusion with hair covering my face. It was still dark outside, there wasn't even a hint of sun rays in the sky, so it very much wasn't time to get up yet. It wasn't even time to get up to bring the Greenie to the window. I turned to Newt, but he hadn't even gotten out of bed. He was laying with his back to me. Had he changed his mind? My heart constricted in my chest and made me lose my breath. I swallowed past a lump in my throat and reached out to touch his shoulder. Before I could reach him he sat up and stood up suddenly. I jerked my hand back in surprise. I watched him for a couple of seconds my dread growing in my chest and spreading through my body like a virus.

"Newt, are…are you okay?"

"What do you think Lise?" His hands formed fists beside he body.

"I don't know-"

"Of course I'm not bloody alright!" He spun around and pointed at me. "You put us here, you've emitted it, Stephen knew it, Gally knows it, and you still expect me to be alright? You're jacked in the head if you believe I, or any of us, are alright!" His voice got louder and louder until he was yelling and I squeezed my eyes closed and pressed my hands over my ears. Why was he doing this now?

I pulled my legs up so I was curled almost into a ball shook my head. How could he do this now? How could he do this after telling me he wouldn't care? How he wouldn't see me any differently. I could barely breath. I could just make out Newt's voice through my hands and after a few minutes Newt's hands reached out and pulled my hands from my ears and he pointed out the window.

"Listen to them scream! It's your fault!" Indeed, I could hear the other boys yelling in pain. It was a symphony of agony reaching every crevice of my mind and leaving me empty inside.

"Please stop!" I cried trying to pull away from him.

"Lise! Look at me! Lise!"

I tried with all my might to get his hands off of me. Why was this happening now? I wasn't even sure if I was the reason behind all of this. I didn't want to hear or see anything else.

"Bloody wake up Lise!"

I opened my eyes, but it was still dark in the room save a small candle flame sitting on the floor by the bed. Newt was leaning over me with his hands holding my arms and a concerned crease between his eyebrows. I was breathing heavily, but I couldn't hear any yelling anymore. Had that been a dream? It felt so real. Newt removed his hold on my right arm and gently swiped the hair out of my face. I flinched away, and confusion clouded over his features.

"Lise, you're okay now. It was just a bad dream." But it was going to be my reality. I could feel it. If I knew subconsciously I was the reason behind the Maze, then the reality would catch up eventually. He sat down slowly beside me on the bed. "Maybe I can make you feel better. What was it about?"

I shook my head, and tried to roll away to get out of bed. I just wanted to forget it happened and go back to avoiding that possible outcome. I wanted to pretend Newt was still pissed at me. He on the other hand, wanted none of that. He pulled me so I was laying on my back again and raised his eyebrows. He had settled down right next to me so I was looking up at him.

"I go to the bathroom for five bloody minutes and I come back to find you all worked up." He had a tight grip on my right wrist making it impossible for me to leave. "So you're going to tell me what happened in your dream one way or another. I don't want to keep finding you like this if I leave the room for one bloody second."

I pressed my lips together and looked away from him. Why did he have to be so persistent? Why was it so hard for me to resist his comforts? Before this whole mess between us started I barely knew him. Well I barely knew anyone. Hell I barely knew myself. I was struggling with my resolve to resist my feelings for the boys, and Newt, well he was the weak spot in my armor. My Achilles heal.

"Come on Lise, don't make me beg."

I bit the inside of my lip before looking him in the eye. I was going to tell him no, but of course, once our eyes locked I couldn't. Damn him and his wonderful eyes and damn my stupid feelings. My heart rate increased and he began rubbing tiny circles over the pulse point in my wrist with his thumb. It worked to calm me down, but I really didn't want to share my nightmare with Newt. I didn't want to see how he would react to my inner fears. His hand released my wrist and traveled up my arm slowly.

"I just want to help," Newt hummed. "I won't let you shut me out anymore. I've told you that already." He shifted a little before slipping his arm under my shoulders and pulling me against his chest. He wrapped his arm around my back and rested his chin on the top of my head.

"Please just let me help you. I promise nothing bad will happen. I won't leave you. I…I hate seeing you like this."

Tears pooled in my eyes and I buried my face in Newt's chest. After all this time why did he have to choose now to fight so hard? Why did he have to swoop in right when my walls seemed to be crashing down? Newt ran his hand through my hair slowly. He was waiting for me to respond, but how could I tell him? This was the first nightmare I had remembered in a long time, and it left me trembling at the very thought that what happened could be Newt's real harsh reactions.

"I just don't want to talk about it right now," I gasped through my tears. My voice was muffled by Newt's shirt, but he must had heard me because he sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

"I'm not gonna push you right now, but I will get the bloody answer out of you Greenie. Don't think I'll let this go."

I didn't say anything in response, partly because he called me Greenie and partly because I wasn't sure what to tell him. We sat like that for a while before I started to drift off again and Newt shifted around so we were laying on the bed again instead of sitting up.

"Don't forget we have to bring Tommy to see the Grivers in the morning." Newt yawned and curled his arm tighter around my body.

I hummed in response and let my mind drift in the moment enjoying the state between reality and dreaming where everything seemed perfect.

I woke up to Newt nudging me with his foot. The sun wasn't even up yet and this shank thought he could force me awake. I don't think so. I was still blissfully in between realms and I wanted to stay there for as long as possible or fall back to sleep. I rolled away from him and curled around the pillow he normally used that would show him. I heard him swear under his breath across the bed and I smiled internally. Maybe I won. Just a few more hours and I would be fine to get up on my own. He knew that so why was he trying so hard now?

I felt him crawl onto the mattress and I pulled the pillow closer to my body. I wasn't going to play no tug of war this early in the morning. He settled himself next to me laying down on the bed.

"Lise, we have to go." He nudged my arm again. I didn't move. "Lise?"

I felt him brush his fingers through my hair and I turned my head to face him enjoying the feeling. Maybe he would let me stay here. His petting was helping me fall back asleep. He could come up with some stupid reason to tell Alby I had to stay in bed.

The mattress moved as he shifted his weight and I tensed up when I realized his face was much closer to mine then I would like. I was very much awake. I really hoped he wasn't planning to do what I thought he was, and yet I couldn't seem to pull away. I wanted him to kiss me even though I knew how much it would hurt I wanted him to.

"We need to wake up the Greenie now if you wanna catch the Grivers. If not, I'll leave you here." He pulled away and got off of the bed. That little shank. I can't believe he played me like that. I rolled to my side of the bed and let my feet hit the floor. He knew how to press my buttons a little too well for my comfort. "I'll wait for you outside."

I tied my shoes while he made his way down stairs and stood up stretching. My back cracked in a few places and I sighed before making my way out of Homestead after Newt. Once I caught up with him he started to walk quickly towards the gardens. I basically had to jog to keep up with him.

"Why are you running," I gasped.

"I'm not running. You just have short legs. You took forever to wake up. If we don't hurry, we'll miss any Griever who happens to come by."

"I feel like that wouldn't be the end of the world." I could sense him rolling his eyes.

"Alby wants to give him the tour today. You know he prefers it when the Greenie has some idea about the situation we're in."

"Well we have at least another hour or so before the sun comes up. We don't have to hurry this much."

"Grivers aren't exactly reliable Lise. We have to hope one comes along while we're at the window. The more time for that to happen, the better."

"I hate it when you're this much of a slinthead," I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing important."

We reached the edge of all the boy sleeping by the gardens and Newt held up his hand for me to stop. I pouted a little, but let him walk into the maze of sleeping bodies by himself. I tapped my foot impatiently. I watched his dark figure walk around for a few minutes before bending down and a few moments later two figures stood up. I heard a cry of pain and winced in sympathy, someone got stepped on.

As the two boys approached me, one walking straight the other with a slight limp, I could tell Newt was getting irritated. I tried really hard not to look directly at the Greenie while they walked towards me. I was afraid the episode from yesterday would repeat itself. Once they reached the gravel Newt shot me a sideways glance before breaking into a run towards the west wall. I groaned internally. I really didn't wanna run this early, why did he have to be so annoying.

I followed after him and the Greenie ran close on my heels. I was rather surprised. I wasn't exactly running as fast as I could, but the Greenie was still keeping pace with me. It was rather impressive for someone who just climbed out of the Box. Newt slowed down and stopped in front of the big ivy patch concealing the window into the Maze. Along the wall I could see the red eyes of the Beatle Blades and a shiver ran down my spine.

"What are those" Thomas's voice broke me out of my mind.

"When you bloody need to know-"

"Beatle Blades," I said cutting Newt off. He shot a glare at me over his shoulder and I gave him a tight smile. I hadn't actually meant to tell the Greenie that, but I also feel that leaving the Green Beans in the dark tended to make them…upset. I should know.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough Green Bean. I can't ruin all the fun." I kept my eyes on Newt's back as he pulled the ivy from the window.

"It's kinda stupid to send me to a place where nothing makes sense and not answer my questions…shanks."

Newt laughed, and for a moment I zoned out completely. He hadn't laughed in front of me like that in the longest time. It left me feeling dazed. I wasn't sure if I could trust my own ears.

"Lise!"

Newt was waving his hand in front of my face. I shook my head a bit and sent a glance out of the corner of my eye to look at Thomas. He was looking back at me and I swung my gaze back to Newt quickly. His eyebrows were pulled together in worry, but I gave him a small smile to reassure him

"I was just telling the Greenie here about what I wanted to show him."

I raised my eyebrows and jutted my chin towards the window. Why did he want my attention for that? His eye narrowed at me, but I shrugged. He sighed and pulled the ivy back further so the Greenie could look out into the Maze. We all stood there for a few minutes the Greenie began fidgeting beside me, so I moved a little closer to Newt. I peered over his shoulder out the window and squinted out into the darkness. I knew the Greenie was probably impatient, and really annoyed. I was when I was in his shoes. A few more minutes passed and still no red lights lite up the Maze walls. Were the Grievers really not gonna show today?

Then I heard it. The whirling and sputtering of the mechanics attached to the grotesque creatures and then the lights appeared. The Greenie moved closer to the window, but I was staring at Newt. He was staring out the window almost in a trance. I let my eyes wonder to glass and to the moving mass beyond it.

"Out there's the Maze," Newt began and he went into his speech about how we live here. It was edited from the time he told it to me, but I felt no reason to listen intently to his words. I did live here myself after all. Instead I watched the Greenie stare out of the window while he listened. He didn't seem that afraid to me. When I first saw the Grievers I nearly fell pulling away from the window as fast as I could, but this kid was entranced. What was with this Greenie?

Next thing I know Newt steps back to stand next to me and gestures for the Greenie to get closer to the window. I cringed a little at the idea, but the Greenie put his face right against the glass. I watched him pressed his face against the window and frowned. This Greenie was-

He jumped back and screeched so suddenly I was startled enough to trip over my own feet. I landed on my butt and glared at the Greenie from the ground. That little shank was starting to get on my nerves. First he's perfectly fine then he's freaking out. Why was this boy so hard to read? Most of the other boys, other than Newt of course, were extremely easy for me to understand, but this Newbie was something else. Newt reached his hand out to help me, but I was ignored his hand and stood up without looking at the Greenie.

"What is that thing?"

"Grievers, we call 'em" Newt responded letting the ivy go. "Nasty bugger 'eh?"

"They only come out at night," I said stepping back up to the window to look out it. "Be glad the walls close at night Greenie, otherwise we'd all be Griever Klunk within a day."

Newt sighed and pulled me gently from the window. "You know now Greenie, what bloody lurks out there in the Maze."

"It's not joke time." I said pressing my lips together to suppress a smile. I had actually heard Newt rehearse this speech. Newt shot me a glare before continuing.

He told the he was sent here to help the Gladers do what we were all sent here to do. He made it sound so mysterious and I rolled my eyes. Newt was too dramatic in my opinion. Come to think of it…he was holding my hand. I pressed my lips together and swiftly yanked my hand out of his. I watched the Greenie's eyes follow the action. I turned my eyes away from both boys to watch the sun raise up over the wall.

"We wanna go home Greenie," I said once again cutting Newt off, much to his annoyance. "We want you to help us to that, but you gotta follow our rules…no exceptions."

A few hours later I was sitting on the grass staring out of the West door hoping to be left alone. I had just finished running not that long because I had nothing else to do. With Ben continuously screaming in the background, and no Slicers cutting their body parts I was rendered useless. I sighed and pulled up a hand full of grass and threw it away from me. I really hated feeling this way, and yet more and more often I was left in this state.

This morning I had felt that way more often than normal. When I saw the runners leave I felt completely like I wasn't actually meant to be here. Then when I went to check in with Alby he smiled at me and hugged me, but told me he had to give the Greenie his tour so he couldn't talk long. Nothing to do there. Now sitting here with my eyes closed I just wanted something to do that wasn't insignificant. I sighed and laid back on the ground. I could just barely make out Alby's voice, angry as per usual during a tour, near the animal pens. Why was I here? I felt as if the Creators sent me here for a reason, but with my memory wiped there was no way for me to figure it out.

A shadow covered the sun and I pursed my lips in annoyance. Wasn't there anywhere I could go where the guys would just let me be?

"You know sitting out here and sulking really doesn't suite you."

Newt sat next to me and nudged me with his hand. I could smell the sandwich he was offering, but I wasn't going to interact. I refused.

"I'll sit here all bloody day if I have to Lise."

I remained how I was for a few more minutes before giving in. I didn't seem to have such a strong will after all. I reached out and took half of the sandwich he was offering to me. It was my favorite. I sighed happily and looked at Newt through my lashes. He wasn't looking at me though, so I took the opportunity to search the part of his face I could see. He was eating and looking out into the Maze with a relatively far off look on his face. I let my eyes travel down his body, and tried really hard not to linger anywhere, until I reached his leg that caused him to limp.

He got the limp in the Maze. I wonder how much torture he must have been for something this bad to have happened. How much he must have hated living here in the Glade. Exactly how desperate he must have been to never have to go into the Maze again. Newt must have suffered so much here. All the boys stuck here must have suffered so much. A stabbing pain in my chest had me gasping for breath and had my eyes watering. They all must have been through so much. Why did I have to be so useless in ending their pain?

Before I could really register what I was doing, my hand had reached out and come to rest on his bad leg. I could feel his eyes shift and land on my face, but I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I wanted to comfort him somehow. Take away the pain caused by the Maze. I felt somehow responsible for his, and for all of their, pain. I should pull my hand away and leave. I could apologize and stand to break the tension. Or I could talk to him. For what felt like the forever we remained like that, and then I looked up to meet his eyes.

There was curiosity, confusion, tenderness, and…fear? I let my hand leave his leg and find its way through the air, like it had a mind of its own, where it came to rest cradling his face.

"Lise?"

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, I wasn't even sure what was going to happen, but before I could the alarms went off and startled me. Newt and I looked up at the same time towards the box.

"Newt?"

"I don't know."

We remained like that just long enough for the alarm to sound twice before looking back at each other.

"It can't be good," he whispered.

We rose and began sprinting to the box. A lot of voices called out to us in confusion, but neither of us stopped to talk. We made it to the box, but it was nowhere near opening. I spun to look around at all the boys gathering and whispering in confusion. This was not normal. How were we going to keep them calm? Alby and Thomas came running up and Thomas called for Newt. I ground my teeth together in annoyance and turned away. I need to focus on the issue at hand not on specific boys.

The alarm stopped and all the heads were gone, probably consulting before getting out here to handle the situation. Most of the boys where milling about quite a few shot glances my way. I told them I was just as much in the dark as all of them. Why was this happening? What had changed to make the Creators send two Greenies so close together? I paced around the box opening forcing the boys who were too excited to step back and control themselves. This was not the time for everyone to start acting like a bunch of Klunk heads. I watched the Greenie talking to Chuck and I pressed my lips into a thin line.

I leave for a day and Chuck already makes bad decisions. I don't know how this new Green Bean fit into all of this, but to Newbies in two days didn't sit well. He must have something to do with it. Whether he remembers or not he is tied into this somehow. I clench my fists; he's tied to me somehow. I could feel it. I watched Gally's friends circle the Green Bean and Chuck keeping their eyes glued to Thomas. Perfect. Just what I needed. Gally being just as weird with the Newbie as he was with me. It only confirmed my suspicions more.

After ten minutes or so the heads came back out and approached the box entrance. I couldn't help myself I pushed my way to the front to join them. Alby nodded at me as he took a position near one door of the box and Newt gestured for me to follow him to the other door. I didn't resist.

I crouched next to him and as soon as the box boomed announcing the settling of box and the split in the door appeared Newt and Alby pulled it opened. I remained upright and didn't look in the box. I knew it would make Alby uncomfortable if I did. Every nerve in my body was on fire. What was done there? Newt bent forward and looked down into the box. He stared for a few moments before pulling back suddenly and focusing on me. I couldn't stop myself I bent down to look into the box.

There at the bottom laying very still and pale was the second girl ever sent into the Glade.