A/N- I know I did a large time jump last chapter, but I couldn't handle writing about Kat and Newt being so hostile towards each other. Plus Kat was being slightly stubborn and not really doing anything other than running during those three and a half months. Also, a huge thanks to SkyFire617 for being the first person to give me a review!

{Week 22, Day 4}

I drift in and out of sleep for a long time. A cold breeze blowing through the windows. The sound of hammers and nails ringing through the Glade. The smell of pine and fresh dirt nearby. When I open my eyes, it seems as if nothing is wrong. I'm back home with a family, maybe waking up to read a book or play a game with a little brother or sister, smelling breakfast being cooked by my mother and my father sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper.

But I'm brought back to reality by Gally's shouts.

"You little shuckface!" Gally screams and I inwardly cringe. "Next time watch where you're aimin' the shucking hammer!"

Gally is great, he's like an overprotective older brother that I may or may not have ever had, but when he is angry... it's best to just let him be. The smell of breakfast looms in the air, not made by my mother but by Frypan, sometimes it seems like the same thing. I roll my head to the side and, much to my surprise, see Newt.

WCKD IS GOOD

GOOD LUCK WCKD

Some of the memories come back. I remember... drinking. And... okay, maybe the memories aren't coming back.

Wait, I remember talking in the Kitchens. Alby... then Newt. Great, first full conversation in months and I don't remember any of it other than the fact that we talked. I push myself up and grab a blanket, draping over Newt's legs because he's slightly shivering.

But as I'm up, I notice some vast changes in my hut. For starters you can see the walls. And well... that's the only change. But it's a major one! I spot all the maps in a neat pile in the corner of the room, and when I go and pick them up, all the feelings I felt come rushing back.

So I throw them in the fire.

I watch as they slowly burn away, the horrible feeling along with it. And the more that they burn, the more I feel a great weight lifted off my shoulders.

"Kat?" I hear Newt's groggy voice behind me and I turn to see him squinting at me.

"Hi, Newt," I say as I move back and take a seat on my bed.

"How are you feeling?" Newt asks me hesitantly and I just sigh as I look down at my hands.

"Slight headache but... other than that, I'm fine," I mention as I gesture towards the fireplace, where the last of the maps are burning.

"You..." Newt looks at the fireplace in shock.

"Are letting it go?" I ask as I look Newt in the eyes. "I'm going to try."

Newt gives me a small smile as he hands me back my blanket. I fold it in silence and place by my pillow.

"I have to ask..." Newt says I snap my gaze up to meet his. He points just past me, to a nail on the wall that holds my necklace. He must've seen the engraving on the back. "Where... how..."

"It came up with me," I stop him right there, grabbing the necklace off its pin. "I didn't realize that it had been around my neck for about a week. Kinda explains why we can read each other so well..."

"Yeah..." Newt looks down. "I'll let you get some rest."

"Newt?" I call out as he reaches the door.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," I say and Newt smiles at me, a real smile.

"Me, too," Newt leans against the door frame. "Talk to you later?"

"Yeah... see you later," I nod before he closes the door. I drop onto my bed, actually going to attempt to get some sleep when my door swings open and Minho strides in.

"Please tell me you two finally kissed," Minho drops on my bed and steals my pillow for himself.

"Kissed?" I splutter out as I stare at him in disbelief. "Min, we've barely spoken more than two words to each other in three and half months. It's gonna take some time."

"Well it's a good thing kissing doesn't require talking," Minho grins at me and I just let myself fall onto my bed.

"You're impossible," I groan as I curl up into a ball.

"I'm impossible?" Minho raises an eyebrow at me. "You and Newtie are ignoring all the sexual tension between the two of you. Which should be impossible but the two of you do it well."

"Minho!" I hit him on the side lightly.

"What? It's true!" Minho insists as we both go quiet. "So the two of you are good now, right?"

"Yeah," I give a small smile. "I think we're good."