Clint had given Gen two different mixtures that looked and smelt awful, along with specific instructions on when she had to take the two. One was for when she went to sleep and the other was for when she woke. He had also warned her that the first of the two brown-ish mixes would make her incredibly drowsy, while the second was to make the drowsiness disappear. It wasn't too difficult to remember and there was a slight difference in the colour between the two. Ben had been still for awhile, only tossing and turning occasionally. It was Gen's turn to watch the peaceful looking boy as Clint had to go and help set up for the Greenie's celebration. Staring at Ben's face, Gen reminded herself that survival was possible. Ben was stronger than she was and much more capable than her. Surviving would be simple for him.

"How is he?" Minho's voice greeted her, looking over her shoulder, she nodded lightly at him,

"He seems to be fine. Ben's tough, he'll make it." She assured the dark haired runner, "Have you met the Greenie yet?" She asked. Minho sniggered,

"I have enough fans." He smirked. Gen raised her eyebrows,

"Fans?"

"Obviously. I'm the Keeper of the Runners, girly. That's more impressive then being the shuck Keeper of the Med-Jacks." He told her with a matter-of-factly tone of voice.

"Too bad you're a complete jerk." Gen smiled. Minho placed a hand on his chest and feigned a hurt look,

"Tell that to all my friends." He scoffed.

"You don't have friends." She retorted.

"I have you."

"I just said you didn't have any friends." Gen laughed, watching Minho, who wore a cunning smirk,

"I never said you were my friend." He said, his eyes not leaving hers once. Gen parted her lips,

"I still have your coin." She told him, pulling at the string around her neck and pulling Minho's coin from under her shirt, "You should have it back." She said. Minho gave a short nod before he stepped towards her. Rising from the chair, Gen moved to meet him, stopping halfway and slipping the string from around her neck and holding it out to Minho.

"I still can't believe you found the stupid freaking coin." He muttered, gently taking it from her, "I threw it away within the first three weeks of being here. No point having it if I didn't remember how I got it, right?" Pulling back, Gen frowned at him,

"Then why did you tell me to hang on to it for you if it means nothing?" She asked, staring at Minho who kept his eyes locked onto the coin that spun on the long strand.

"Huh?"

"You don't want it. So why did you make me think it meant something?" She asked once more. Minho smiled, placing the coin around his neck and looking at her,

"I liked the thought of you having something of mine." Minho said, "Plus, now it has meaning. Everytime I look at it, I'll think of you instead of remembering I'm trapped in a giant, shucking maze." Gen smiled softly, her eyes falling from his. The coin had a different meaning. It held a different kind of sentiment that made Gen feel warm inside.

"Well, let's pretend that it was my gift to you." Gen smiled, "So, you know that I'm gonna be mad if you lose it."

"You think I'm that reckless?" Minho laughed,

"Yes."

"Nah. I only lose things that don't mean anything. If anyone is the reckless one, it's you." Minho said, crossing his arms over his chest. "This is more like a promise."

"A promise of what?" Gen asked, tilting her head,

"A promise I'll come back from the Maze and make sure you haven't gotten yourself thrown in the Slammer." Minho sniggered, taking another daring step towards her, quickly decreasing the already small space in between them.

"You know I'll hold you to that promise. Don't you?" Gen smiled, outstretching her hand to brush her fingertips against the coin that hung around Minho's neck.

"That's what the stupid coin's for. No excuse to forget." Moving his own hand up, he gently took her wrist, causing Gen to draw her eye upwards to meet his.

"I can feel your heartbeat... cool." He smirked, glancing down at her hand before he looked back to her, a grin spreading on his face. Gen swallowed,

"You're a genius. Should have been a Med-Jack." She said sarcastically, trying to slip her hand away from Minho.

"It's beating kinda fast, don't ya think, girly?" Pulling her hand back and away from Minho, Gen took a step back and looked past him,

"Hello Alby." She greeted, looking to the dark skinned leader of the Glade who wore a disapproving expression. Spinning on his heel, Minho too faced him, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Dude, way to kill the mood." Minho smirked, placing his hands on his hips,

"Don't you talk to me like I'm some shuck Greenie." Alby spat, taking a couple of steps towards the pair. "I've turned my back on you enough, Minho. I ain't gonna do that any longer." He growled, "You know the shucking rules."

"Don't mean they're not stupid rules, shuck-face." Minho replied. He was the only Glader Gen knew who could speak to Alby in that way without consequence. But the look on Alby's face suggested that his patience was running thin.

"And you." Alby spat, turning his attention to Gen, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing at all." Gen shrugged. She had no idea what possessed her to say something like that. But, she figured he couldn't throw both of them in the Slammer together, especially with what he was assuming was happening between them.

"Gen. Out." Alby snapped, pointing to the door before he turned his gaze to Minho,

"Want me all to yourself, Alby?" He mocked. "Sorry dude, I prefer girls." It was clear that Alby was in no mood for Minho and his sarcasm. Giving one last look of warning towards Gen, he turned his gaze back to Minho and Gen knew that she had to leave. Stepping around Minho, she felt his eyes watching her as she moved towards the door, but she refused to look back at him. As she exited the Med-Jack hut, Gen listened to the heated argument between the two apparent alpha males, although she was unable to distinguish the words that they spoke. Putting her head down, Gen sighed as she noticed Clint walking towards the hut,

"Good afternoon." He greeted warmly, looking up, Gen scoffed,

"What's good about it?" She asked. Clint grinned, looking towards where the voices were coming from,

"Since when does Alby use the Med-Jack hut to yell at people?" He asked. Gen shrugged her shoulders,

"Dunno." She replied stiffly, "I've been told to stay outside. But, seeing as how you're back, you can head up and keep an eye on Ben." She told him. Clint gave a short nod,

"Of course. I'm not really a celebration guy myself..." He trailed off.

"Thanks Clint." Gen nodded once, moving past him and towards where the other Keepers would be, ordering around the Sloppers. She remembered her own celebration back when she was the Greenie and if it was going to be anything like her celebration, things were not going to end very pleasantly for the Greenie.

A/N: I don't look forward to the day where my Chapter names become less badass than they are now. And thanks to everyone who has been reading since I first posted Chapter 1 or there abouts. I really love the support. :) Hope this chapter was alright.