"Gen was silent. The boy was staring at her. Understandably. Gen was the only girl in the Glade and judging by the look on Chuck's face, he'd probably told the boy many different things,

"Gen!" Chuck called loudly, gesturing for her to come towards them. Looking over her shoulder at Newt, he flashed her a smile and nodded. Turning back, Gen forced a smile and moved towards the pair,

"Hello Newt." The new Greenie nodded at Newt before he set his brown eyes onto Gen, "I didn't think there were girls here... until Chuck mentioned you." He added lightly,

"I'm the only one." Gen smiled back, "Unlucky me, huh?" The boy smiled,

"I'd introduce myself but..."

"You don't remember your name." Newt smirked, "Don't worry Greenie, it'll come back to ya." He nodded, "Well, this is the Keeper of the Med-Jacks, Genevieve. We just call her Gen." Newt smiled, looking to Gen who was staring at the boy like he was diseased. She dreamt about him. Or well, she dreamt about a memory with him in it.

"What's Med-Jack?" The Greenie asked, looking to Gen with a frown.

"I'm who you go to if you do something dumb and get hurt." Gen grinned, "Ask for me, Clint or Jeff. We're the Med-Jack's that look after these shanks." She told him. Greenie pulled a rather confused expression,

"Shank?" He questioned, Gen shrugged,

"I dunno, that's just what we call other Gladers. So if someone calls you a 'Shank', you're fine. If someone calls you a 'Shuck' however, you should probably be offended." She chuckled. Greenie nodded,

"I'll be sure to remember that." He gave her a weak smile and Gen imagined the boy was terrified. "It was nice to meet you Gen. Chuck has told me quite a bit about you actually... Just up until a few moments ago, I thought you were a boy." At that moment, Gen turned her gaze to the sheepish looking Chuck who seemed quite displeased the Greenie had spilled the beans.

"Has he now?" Gen asked through gritted teeth, narrowing her eyes at the boy who swallowed,

"You know, just that you're the Keeper of the Med-Jacks and that you've been in the Slammer quite a bit and that you're my friend." Chuck said, "I was about to tell him that you have a secret romance with Minho. Oh and also that Newt and you share a room and also have a weird relationship. I would say you guys were like siblings, but that would be bordering on incest."

"You're not smart enough to come up with something like that. Who did you hear it from?" Gen growled, her focus locked onto Chuck who swallowed,

"Winston." He answered quickly. Gen turned her attention back to Greenie, who wore a rather uncomfortable expression,

"Don't believe a word Chuck bloody says." Newt said, "He has a habit of getting of shanks into trouble." He said lightly. Greenie nodded,

"Alright then." He nodded, it was obvious that Greenie had a lot he wanted to say, but he picked the safest and most intelligent option and shut his mouth.

"Chuck." Gen began, looking to the young boy who gulped, "I'm going to give you ten seconds." She told him,

"Wait, what?"

"10..."

"What are you talking about?"

"...8...7..."

"Gen! Stop it!"

"...5... 4..." Gen listened to Newt and Greenie, who were both laughing loudly and as Gen got to three, Chuck broke into a sprint, a rather slow sprint, but a sprint nevertheless. "2...1..." Gen raced after him, a broad smile on her face as she chased the boy who was both laughing and crying out for help. Darting around a post, Chuck darted side to side around the pole, using it as protection against Gen who was too quick for the boy, grabbing a hold of his wrist and pulling him towards her, "Oh, bit slow, Chuck." She grinned, looking down at the boy. Chuck's face was bright red and he was panting slightly, but he still grinned at her,

"You're just mean." He told her. "No wonder Minho likes you." He added, slipping from her hold and running to hide behind Newt and Greenie. Moving back towards the pair, she locked eyes with Newt who raised his eyebrow,

"Picking on little boys, Gen?" He asked, "And they call bloody Gally a bully." He mocked. Gen placed her hands on her hips,

"Newt. I have no issues with going through him to get to that little punk." Gen smirked, looking to Chuck who poked his tongue out at her.

"I have important stuff to do, Gen. I have to show the Greenie around." Chuck spoke in a matter-of-factly tone of voice. Looking to Greenie, Gen flashed him a small smile, which he awkwardly returned before she nodded,

"I'll let you off the hook this time, Chuck." She said, eyeing off the boy who moved from behind Newt and poked Greenie in the back, causing him to jump,

"Come on, Greenie. Let's get outta here." He spoke in a sophisticated tone of voice that even made Newt roll his eyes as the pair headed towards the Homestead. Gen watched with a small smile as Greenie waved to both Newt and her, ignoring the chatter from Chuck completely.

"So... that's the Greenie?" She asked. He seemed nice enough, but Gen couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere. Or well, she knew that she did. He was in her dream, but if he was in the Glade, that meant that he was just like the rest of them: Lost, confused and with no memory of who they were before the Glade.

"That's him." Newt nodded, "He's a curious one too. Been asking questions about the Maze according to Alby." Newt told her. Gen smirked,

"Maybe he should meet Minho." She suggested. Newt laughed softly,

"Minho doesn't like to meet Greenies." He said. Gen gave a soft nod,

"Newt."

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing again?" She asked with a slight frown. Raising his eyebrow at her, Newt uncrossed his arms,

"Breakfast then Clint." He told her. Gen nodded once,

"Fun. I can tell it's going to be the highlight of my day." She grumbled sarcastically. She didn't want to talk to Clint. What was she going to say? That she had dreams about a man that turned out to be real and due to kicking him out of her head, she's been having nightmares about the maze mixed in with memories that often included Newt? Something told Gen that everything would be shucked if she told him anything. But, then again, it was Minho that ran the Maze, who was in danger everyday. But, in Gen's mind, she couldn't shake the feeling that Newt would die if she didn't do something. She just didn't know how or what to do. That was a lie, she had a suspicion on how Newt would... go. He had told her once, back when she had been the Greenie. He had told her about his suicide attempt, that he had jumped from the walls and because of that, he walked with a heavy limp noticeable to anyone. Taking a breath, Gen couldn't help but envision Newt jumping from the large concrete walls that kept them trapped like rats. It wasn't the imagine that scared her, it was the loud crunch that echoed in her head as he hit the ground. She felt a cool chill run up her spine as she allowed herself to escape back into reality where Newt was alive and well. She wouldn't let him feel as though he had to do... that. Moving towards Frypan and the kitchen, Gen kept her gaze straight ahead. She was capable of many things, but she wasn't as strong as she liked to think she was.

A/N: Just a little fluff with Gen and Chuck. Thought it was something a little different as a lot of my chapters lately have been quite dark. As always, happy to hear feedback and just saying, if you have an idea that you think could work with the next lot of chapters PM me. :)