AN: So I think it's been agreed that the ship name is Newia! It sounds a lot better than Marewt so I think it will stick. *THERE ARE SOME TRIGGERING THEMES TOWARDS THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.*

One day later

The day before had been amazing for Maria, she hadn't done much, but she just felt so much more freedom. Sure the guys had teased her and Newt, but so what. Nothing could have stopped how rejuvenated she felt. The day went by in a flash, one would say time flies when you're having fun.

That morning Maria was inexplicably happy. As if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, she had finally resolved her issues with Newt, and now he too seemed much, much happier. Were they a couple? She wasn't quite certain, but what she did know, was that they were at least together.

Maria got dressed in a faded, grey tank and a pair of shorts. She tried to tame her somewhat disheveled hair so she could wear it down, as oppose to in a braid. Newt was still snoring away in his sleeping bag, not even close to being ready to head down to breakfast. Maria wondered if she should just let him sleep, he looked so peaceful at the moment, his chest rising and falling gently, his face not contorted in his almost permanent look of confusion/stress. Was Maria really about to interrupt his peaceful slumber so they could go down to breakfast? Why yes, yes she was.

She tip-toed over to Newt and crouched next to him. "Neeeeeewwwwttttt." She whispered in a sing-song voice. "It's time to get up." She added while poking him in the arm.

"Humph." Newt grumbled and shut his eyes tighter, "Five more minutes." He groaned. Maria pursed her lips and looked at the boy in front of her, clearly he wasn't going to wake up that easily. She sat for a moment, thinking of the perfect way to wake him up, when the idea hit her. It was a dumb idea, but she knew it would work.

Newt was still half asleep, and he wasn't even acknowledging that Maria was still right next to him, he was focused on trying to fall back to sleep. While Newt was doing that, Maria began her ridiculous scheme. She slowly stood up, and instead of leaving Newt to sleep, like he assumed she was doing, Maria did something unexpected.

She swung one leg around Newt, so she was standing with one leg on either side of Newt, and sat down, placing her knees on the ground, Straddling Newt's abdomen. Newt's eyebrows shot straight up, but his eyes remained closed. A devilish smile appeared on his face. This certainly wasn't the worst thing to wake up to, he was definitely awake now, but he wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Well I guess I can't get up now, seeing as you're on top of me." He grinned. "I may as well just go back to sleep." And although he was still grinning, he flopped his head back down on the pillow. Maria pouted and jabbed Newt in the chest,

"Come on Newtie wake up." She whined. Newt just laid on the pillow smugly, with Maria still straddling him.

"Don't make me have to do this Newt." She threatened. Newt didn't respond, instead he let out a fake, exaggerated yawn. Maria huffed, knowing she'd have to execute "Plan B."

She started by grabbing on to Newt's arms, holding them in place. Then she leaned forward, placing a short, tender kiss on Newt's cheek. Newt's eyebrows raised once more, and she could tell he was trying hard not to react to her advances, but he was clearly interested in her new tactic.

Maria continued, placing a trail of slow, sensual kisses down the side of Newt's face until she reached his jaw line. She hesitantly place a short kiss right where his head and neck met, checking for a reaction, she then seized the spot with her lips.

"Mariaaa!" Newt moaned, surprise in his voice. He was incredibly sensitive there, and Maria could tell as she continued to trail kisses around his jawline and neck. Silently giggling as she did so. She finally stopped at one spot in particular, his collarbone. She spent some time there, slowly kissing, licking, and gently biting the spot. Meanwhile Newt's mind had gone blank He couldn't form words, much less intelligible sentences. Occasionally he couldn't help but release a moan from the feeling. Whenever he did Maria would just giggle and kiss the area with more fervor, leaving Newt utterly illiterate.

Maria sat up from her position, causing Newt to wince from the loss of touch, and she admired her work. She had left two marks on Newt's skin. One, on his jawline, near his ear, and the other mark was on his collarbone. The word hickey came to mind, Maria smirked. She had just given Newt two hickeys.

Newt sat up, propping himself up on his elbows. "Bloody hell…" He said breathlessly. "You are the best alarm clock in the shucking world." He said, his voice slightly huskier than before.

"Are you awake yet?" She smirked, slinging her arms over his shoulders.

"Definitely." He breathed, his voice still deep and raspy, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Maria's lips. Hearing Newt talk like that drove her wild, she wasn't sure why but he sounded so much…sexier. She ran her hands through his hair, disheveling it entirely, and was about to deepen the kiss, drive it further, but she was supposed to be the one toying with Newt, not the other way around.

She broke the kiss and stood up. Causing Newt to groan from the withdrawal of contact.
"Get up Newt. I wanna go to breakfast, so get dressed." She commanded.

A couple minutes later the two emerged from the room and went down to breakfast. Taking their appropriate seats at the table. Clint, Winston, and Alby were all absent, but everyone else was present. Maria went to go grab a plate of food from Frypan, while Newt stayed behind for a moment with the other keepers.

"What the shuck happened to you?" Minho asked gaping at Newt. The rest of the keepers were chuckling to themselves as they stared at Newt.

"What are you talking about?" Newt questioned. He knew he still had his black eye from yesterday, but he didn't think it was that bad.

Minho shook his head and grabbed Newt by the arm, leading him to a secluded place to talk to him in private.

"What the shuck are you doing?" Newt yelled to Minho as he was carried away against his will. Once Minho thought they were far enough away, he released his grip on Newt's arms. Minho turned towards Newt and crossed his arms.

"Alright, as your best friend, you have to tell me. How was it?" Minho asked. Newt stared at him blankly.

"How was what?" He had no idea what his friend was talking about? Did something happen that Newt wasn't aware of?

Minho jokingly shoved Newt's shoulder, "You know what I'm talking about, come on just tell me what happened." He urged. Newt just stared at him blankly. Minho was getting a little annoyed now.

"Don't play dumb with me, your hair is a shucking mess, you're covered in hickeys, and I'm pretty sure you're limping more than usual. You totally did it with her!" Minho raved.

Newt took a step back, realizing why Minho was thinking that. "OH MY GOD No, it's not what it looks like, we didn't do anything like that, we didn't-she didn't- nothing, bloody hell Min, nothing happened like that." Newt sputtered.

Min raised an eyebrow, and lowered his voice, "Newt, I am your best friend, if you are lying to me, I am legally allowed to banish you." He said with a serious tone, although he was clearly joking.

Newt looked down, hiding his blush. "We just made out is all, nothing crazy." He admitted. Minho nodded, believing his answer.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous." Said Minho, looking away from Newt.

"Oh come on mate, don't be like that… There's hope for the future right? "Newt comforted.

"I don't need your pity man, but honestly, you've totally treated me like klunk ever since you started hanging around the greenie. Who am I supposed to hang out with when you're not around? Winston? I don't think so cause that shank's scary. I'm just saying you've totally shut me out." He ended.

"Well that's just because…I don't know you're totally right mate." Newt nodded, all of the sudden feeling like klunk for how he's treated his friend. "We can hang out today, after you run." He offered.

"Alright. But that means no Maria, just you and me." Minho ordered. Newt hesitated but shook his head.

"Yeah, she'll just do her own thing." The two fist bumped and walked back to the breakfast table, where Maria and the others were just finishing breakfast.

"What were you guys talking about, if you were gone any longer Maria here would have started getting' jealous of Minho." Gally joked. Maria turned her head to sneer at him, but she ended up laughing.

"Yeah, where did you guys go?" Maria added. Taking a bite out of an apple.

"Minho had to tell me something." Newt shrugged and picked up an apple from the table. "Come on we gotta head to the med- hut now." He told Maria.

"Talk to you later Newt." Minho said as he began to head off to the maze.

Couple of hours later

"So what were you and Minho talking about?" Maria asked, as the two sat just outside the med-hut on their lunch break. Newt was particularly looking forward to lunch considering he hadn't eaten breakfast.

"We were just talking…about…hair? Yeah hair." Newt replied a little too quickly. Newt swore under his breath, knowing that he had just told the most unconvincing lie in his whole life.

Maria shook her head, "Newt, I know you just lied, and clearly it's something important enough to lie about, so tell me what you guys were talking about."

Newt chuckled. "You can't force me to do anything." He chided. Maria squinted at him, and leaned in closely to Newt, inches from his face.

"Come on Newtie, just tell me what you two were talking about." She whispered seductively. Newt gulped, the tips of his ears turning red. Maria had found the perfect way to manipulate Newt into getting what she wanted. Newt mentally scolded himself for letting his hormones be so easily persuaded.

He sighed. "Minho thought me and you…did some things. I had to correct him." Newt murmured. Maria looked at him confused.

"Did what?"

"You know…did that thing." Newt continued, hoping that Maria would get what he was saying.

"What thing?"

Newt rubbed a hand down his cheek in frustration, "Oh for shucks sake Maria he thought we had sex."

Maria turned bright crimson and immediately jerked away from Newt. "Oh my god! why would he think that?" She hissed, covering her face with her hands.

Newt simply glared at her and tilted his head upwards. "Probably because you branded me this morning." He said, showing her the hickey she gave him. Maria looked up at the disgruntled boy and couldn't help but to break out in a smile.

"Well you sure seemed to enjoy getting "branded" this morning." She rebutted, shoving his arm playfully. Newt shoved her back. Maria glared. "Oh it's on." The two started laughing, competing in their little "Shove fight."

Maria had basically tackled Newt to the ground, they were giggling like crazy. Newt acted like he was about to bring Maria in for a kiss when all of the sudden, he flipped them over so that he had pinned Maria on the grass. They didn't stop laughing until someone had to interrupt them.

"Hey, yeah, can you guys stop doing that. It's kind of disturbing for third parties to watch." Gally interjected. Maria flung Newt off of her and sat up, brushing some grass off of her shirt.

"Gally! Umm what brings you here?" Maria changed the subject, putting on an innocent smile.

"Well I accidently fell off of the roof of the homestead, so I need a couple bandages, but I see you're a little busy at the moment, so I'll come back some other time." Gally said sarcastically.

Maria was about to roll her eyes and tell him to go get Clint's help, but then she remembered about his concussion. Newt and Maria had been taking care of Clint all morning, while Alby stayed with Jeff, who still hadn't woken up yet. Winston had stopped by three different times to check on Jeff as well.

"Ok Gally, I'll patch you up. But didn't I tell you to be more careful." Maria scolded. Gally looked at his scraped up arm in embarrassment.

"Sorry." Was all he had to say.

Maria rolled her eyes this time. "Just come inside. And as for you, Newt-"She called over to the blonde boy she was leaving, looking rather annoyed to have been interrupted, "Newt go give Clint his lunch." She ordered.

After work

Newt had already left to go hang out with Minho, leaving Maria by herself in the room. She had worked particularly late today, on account of her having to yank the splinters out of every Brick-nick. The five Brick-nicks had managed to fall through the roof of the supply room that they were trying to repair, giving all of them plenty of scrapes and splinters that Maria had to treat. She acted annoyed with James for letting the incident happen, but she was secretly glad that she could occupy her time for a moment. She wasn't really sure what she would do with herself since Newt went out. She didn't want to say that Newt was her only friend, but he certainly was her best friend. Minho was her second best, but he was out of the question too. Clint was her third option, but he was out with the concussion. She wondered if she should even bother hanging out with Gally, but she knew it would be too awkward after what he saw earlier today.

Maria groaned, had she really become so dependent on Newt so that she had no one else to hang out with? She sighed, maybe, she thought, she could just go talk to Frypan until dinnertime. She headed over in the direction of the kitchens to go talk to him.

"Hey Fry!" Maria called to the chef who was leaning on a countertop talking to Zart at the moment.

"Oh, hey… Maria." Frypan greeted, a little unenthusiastically. Zart squinted in her direction.

"Is something wrong?" Maria wondered, curious as to why she seemed so unwelcome there. She thought that the two keepers weren't mad at her anymore since tomato-geddon 1.0, and 2.0 had been so long ago.

"Yeah something's wrong." Zart snapped. "Do you know what your shucking dog did?" He continued. Frypan shot him a look, telling him to calm down, but Zart continued glaring at her.

"Stink? I haven't seen him in two days, what's he been up to." She asked cautiously.

"Your shank dog just so happened to dig up a quarter of the garden. He wasted so much shucking food. I look after your shucking dog, and this is how you repay me?!" Zart fumed.

"I don't…I mean…I had no idea." She stuttered, taken back by how angry Zart was acting.

Zart kept talking, "You're lucky I like that shucking dog so much, otherwise I would have chucked him in the Maze, let the grievers treat him like he treated my crops. We're gonna be short on food this month now thanks to you. Looks like nobody at the glade's getting any vegetable soup this month. We gotta wait for the next greenie to show up with some more seed packets."

Maria glared back at Zart, "Well do you know when the next greenie is coming up? It can't be that long."

"She's right Zart." Frypan piped up, "Next greenie ought to be here in a couple days"

"Shut up Frypan, that's beside the point. Anyway if the dumb shank wants her dog back, she can find him in the slammer, I'm off to go salvage what's left of the shucking carrot patch." Zart stormed off.

"He probably won't be at dinner tonight." Frypan mentioned, looking sympathetically at Maria.

"I don't care-WAIT! Did he say he put my dog in the slammer?" She asked in disbelief. Frypan nodded his head.

"Why did he throw a dog in jail?" She was dumbfounded, of all the stupid action at the Glade, this was the stupidest one yet. "He's a dog, he doesn't have thumbs. All you have to do is throw him in a room and lock the door."

Frypan shrugged, "Hey don't blame me, it was all Zart's doing."

Maria rolled her eyes, "I'll be back soon. I'm just going to go bail my dog out of prison.

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She trudged to the slammer, annoyed that her dog had ended up in prison.

"Stupid Zart." She muttered. "It's not Stink's fault that he ate all of the crops." She whined, knowing very well that it was Stink's fault. She approached the Slammer, anxious to retrieve Stink and go eat dinner. Inside the Slammer sat Stink, curled into a little ball underneath the chair in the Slammer.

"Stink!" Maria called. "Its ok boy I'm here." She walked over to the door, thankful that Zart had at least left the keys in the lock. She walked in to the cell to pick up Stink. He whimpered as she picked him up.

"Aw I'm sorry boy, Zart's just a big jerk, isn't he." She cooed. She would have continued to baby talk Stink, when all of the sudden she heard a very concerning click from behind her, like the click of a key in a lock.

She whipped around, only to see her least favorite glader in the world. Len.

"Why hello there Maria, what a pleasure to finally get to talk to you again." Len smiled maliciously, twirling the key to the slammer in his fingers.

"Len, what the hell, let me out of here you ass!" Maria spat, gripping onto the bars of the Slammer and shaking them. She wanted nothing more than to punch Len in the face, like Newt had done a couple of weeks ago.

"Yeah…Let me think about that. No! Why would I release you when I got you right where I want you?" Len smirked.

"Len if you lay a finger on me, I swear I will kick you in your shucking balls so hard." She spit at Len.

"Relax greenie, I'm not gonna rape you." He droned

"Well then what do you want from me you piece of klunk."

"I don't appreciate your tone young lady." He sneered. "And by the way, if you start screaming, I'm gonna throw your dog to the grievers. Just saying it now to make sure you don't get any ideas.

Maria shut her mouth, he knew that was exactly what she was about to do. "You are so messed up! What the shuck is your problem?"

Len laughed, "Maria, I threw Ben to the grievers, do you really think I wouldn't throw a dog to one?"

She gasped. "You're the reason Ben got stung? He's going to be banished now because of what you did. What is wrong with you?"

Len shrugged. "I guess you could say I'm a little bitter after I got demoted from my job as a runner. Being a Slopper isn't very rewarding work, so I think that I'm due for a little reward right about now."

"What do you want with me? If you want a reward so bad just ask Frypan to bake you a cake or something."

"Hahaha. Very funny greenie, but that's not the reward I'm looking for." He faked laughed. "I want whatever you're giving Lover Boy."

"What are you talking about?" She huffed, could people please stop speaking in riddles around here.

"YOU HEARD ME BITCH." He shouted, then softened his voice once more, "Whatever you've been giving Sir. Suicide, I want you to give to me, it won't be forced if you just agree to it."

"I don't give him anything, and I'd rather die than give you anything." Maria flinched at Len yelling at her but her annoyed look remained on her face.

"That can be arranged." He told her with a hollow, chilling voice. Len stared at her with his glassy, emotionless brown eyes, there was no warmth in his eyes, not like Newt's. Len's eyes were the same color as his greasy, brown hair.

Len grinned his klunk-eating grin and hopped over the bars of the slammer, he hit the ground with a thud. It was easy to hop into the Slammer from the outside, but considering how half of the Slammer was dug underground, it was impossible to jump the fence from the inside. Maria backed as far away from him as possible, and locked her arms into a crossed position.

"Get away from me you asshole." She said uneasily. Len crept closer to her.

"It won't be forced if you just agree to it." He said while placing the key to the lock in her shirt pocket. He continued to step closer. Maria wondered if she could take him in a fight, but she knew that was impossible. Maria was 115 pounds tops, Len had to be a minimum of 160 pounds.

"Len please don't do this." She pleaded, her voice wavering. Len didn't listen though, he stood in front of her and gripped both of her arms tightly, trapping her where she stood. Maria stood paralyzed with fear, trying to lean farther back in the wall.

Len smirked menacingly. "It's cute how you try to act tough around here. We all know you're just a scared little girl, you don't have to act like you're not a completely pathetic bitch when you are one. He gingerly took hold of the strap of her tank top and then violently ripped it in half, exposing part of her black bra, and only leaving her top supported by one strap. Maria wished she was wearing a sports bra instead.

Len decided to cross the line however. He cupped her breast through her bra, enraging Maria, she wanted to kill Len at that moment, even more so when he began to knead with his hand, and disgustingly brought his lips to her jaw.

Something snapped in Maria, maybe it was his words, or maybe it was him tearing her shirt and touching her body without her consent. Either way Maria finally got over the fear and gave Len what he deserved.

"I. told. You. Not. To. Touch. Me." She hissed and shoved Len off of her, catching him off guard. She didn't even wait for him to respond because the next this Len felt had Maria kneed him right in the groin. Len doubled over in pain.

Stink had been cowering in the corner the whole time, unsure what was going on between Len and Maria, but now that he knew Len was an enemy to Maria, he too attacked. Stink sank his teeth right into Len's calf, causing him to scream. Maria kicked his foot out from under him In order to knock him to the ground, she then slammed her foot down on his stomach, hopefully breaking a rib. Stink had persisted in biting the pervert's leg, drawing blood.

Maria kicked the side of his head. Hard. Hoping to knock him unconscious, she didn't know if she had succeeded, but she certainly stunned him. Quickly she reached into his shirt pocket, and grabbed the key. She scooped up Stink in her arm and reached around to the lock on the other side of the door, fumbling with it for a moment before she was free. Len was about to wake up, she could tell from the sound of him stirring behind her. To ensure that Len didn't get out she locked the door behind her, and shoved the key into her pocket.

She didn't stop running until she was out of the forested area completely, and back in the safety of the open Glade. She ran until the forest was no longer in her sight, she only collapsed onto the ground when she thought she was safe. She fell to the ground with a thump in front of the homestead. She looked as if she had gone through a natural disaster. Her knees and hands were dirty and scraped from having tripped on so many roots in the forest, her face was streaked with tears and sweat and dirt, her hair was a tangled with sticks and leaves, and her top had torn even more, revealing even more of her bra.

She didn't know it, but she had collapsed right in front of Newt, Minho, and Alby. They were all sitting on the steps in front of the homestead, they had just come back from dinner, and they had been joking around a bit. Needless to say they had certainly not expected Maria to fall in front of them.

"MARIA WHAT HAPPENED?" Newt shouted, running over to the aid of the girl. Maria didn't even try to cover herself, she couldn't even form a sentence. Her breathing was fast and irregular, tears had begun openly streaming down her face. She tried to talk but her voice kept hitching and getting caught on one word.

"Len." She sobbed. "It was Len THAT FILTHY PERVERT."

Newt froze, His face morphing into such a vengeful expression. Newt looked frantically at Maria, "WHAT DID HE DO?"

Maria tried to explain, but it was almost painful to recall it. She brought her hands to the side of her face in an attempt to steady herself, but she continued to hyperventilate. Newt yanked off his jacket and handed it to Maria, giving her something so she would be less exposed. Maria swaddled herself in the oversized jacket and cried into the too-big sleeves.

Newt turned to Alby. "I'm gonna kill him! I'M GONNA KILL THE BASTARD." He screamed. He looked back to Maria. It was physically painful to see her like this. Whatever Len did to her, Newt was going to make sure it never happened again.

Alby walked up to them and examined Maria, looking for any signs of injury but only noticing the few scrapes. He noticed that her shirt was torn though, and demanded answers from her.

"Maria tell me what happened? We can't punish Len if you don't tell us what he did." Alby pressed.

Maria tried to answer him, but instead let out an unintelligible shriek. The blood from her hands had smudged onto her cheeks, mixing with the tears and dripping down to stain Newt's jacket.

"Come on Maria answer the question." Alby spoke impatiently.

"Alby she's obviously been through something traumatic, don't yell at the shank." Minho shot at Alby. Newt was surprised to hear Minho come to the defense of Maria, he thought Minho was jealous of the girl, but clearly not considering Minho jumped at the opportunity to defend her.

Minho too felt a disgust towards Len, whatever he did, he was going to pay for it. Despite what Newt thought, Minho genuinely liked Maria, they considered each other close friends, and although Minho had grown a little jealous of Maria spending all her time with Newt, he didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

Maria swallowed, still breathing in short bursts, she tried to form a sentence. "He tried… Len touched m-me. He was going to Ra-rape me." She quivered, burying her head into the jacket.

Newt's eyes grew dark. Len had touched her. Len had put his putrid hands on Maria's perfect skin. Newt mumbled a silent threat, vowing that he was going to chop Len's hands off.

Newt looked down to Maria, crouching besides the sniveling, injured girl. He tried to comfort her by wrapping his arms around her, but she shoved him off.

"Don't touch me." She hissed, her eyes full of rage. Newt stumbled back. Her words like a stab in the gut to him.

"But Maria-. " Newt tried to speak.

"I said, don't touch me. No means no Newt, or are you not gonna listen just like Len didn't?" She sobbed at Newt.

Maria looked up at Alby, her eyes dim and devoid of their usual brightness. "Alby I want Len gone. I locked him in the slammer, but if hasn't been fed to a griever by tomorrow morning, I'm gonna cut his dick off and feed it to you. Understood?"

Alby shook his head, ignoring her threats. "Maria it's not that simple-"

Maria piped up once more. "If that isn't enough to get him banished, how about this? Len told me he pushed Ben towards the griever. It was always Len's fault! He admitted it."

"I knew it! I told you that Alby." Minho said urgently to the leader.

Newt tried to reason him as well. "Alby, we're getting a new green bean in two days. Do you really want Len still creeping around? What if it's another girl? Are we gonna let Len assault every bloody female we get?

Alby silenced the others. "Tomorrow morning we'll hold a gathering!" Alby finally announced. "We'll vote on what will become of Len, and we'll finally banish Ben. Ok? Minho go tell the other keepers, Newt stay with Maria, I'm gonna grab Ben and head over to the Slammer. I'll pay Len a little visit.

Minho and Alby left. Leaving Maria and Newt alone in front of the homestead. Newt offered to help her up, but she refused, shakenly getting up on her own.

"Maria are you ok?" Newt whispered. No longer angry, but rather melancholy.

"Go away Newt." She rejected. She stormed off to the room with Stink in tow, and locked the door behind her. She tore off the clothes that Len's disgusting hand's had touched, she threw them against the wall. She made a note to burn the bra later. She threw on the most comforting piece of clothing she owned, Newt's shirt. And flung herself into bed. She was desperate to forget this day, to move on to tomorrow and pretend that this day ever happened. She shut her eyes tight and prayed for sleep.

So much for her being emotionless. She had cried more in these past few days probably more than she had cried as a baby. She couldn't keep carrying on like so, or else the guys would treat her like...like a girl. She'd be treated like the little helpless girl the guys all thought she would be. It was official, from now on- absolutely no more crying.

About an hour late she heard a knock on the door, Maria made no move to answer it. She knew it was Newt. She didn't even tell him to go away, she just laid in her bed, wanting to stay alone. The knocking ceased and she heard somber footsteps travel down the hall.

"Good." She uttered. Let him sleep outside tonight. Maria wanted to be alone.