"Tommy!" Newt tried to grab him. As he saw Thomas's back running into the maze, he tried to go in after him, but it was too late. "No!" He was gone, disappeared behind those walls. "No! Tommy!" Newt was trying to open the walls. "No!" He punched the wall.

He fell to the ground. Minho, Alby, Tommy. All three of them were on the other side of the wall. Panic started rushing into his mind. All of them! I lost all of them! All at the same time! No! What? What will I do? What will I do now? What will I do without them? His mind was exploding with all the thoughts.

"Newt." he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Frypan. He looked so worried.

"They'll make it. They'll make it tonight. I'm telling you." Chuck told him. Newt looked around and saw that everyone was looking at him.

He can't be like this. He can't feel sad right now. With Alby gone, it was his responsibility to take care of everyone here. He pushed all his feelings into the back of his mind. "Chuck, I don't want to give you any false hope. No one's ever made it a night alive outside there."

"They're gone." Gally said it for him. His words made forceful tears appear in Newt's eyes, but Newt didn't let them fall. He couldn't. He has to be strong now more than ever.

"Minho and Thomas can make it out alive." Chuck shouted and sat down.

The fact that he believed Chuck's words made him feel worse. Gally was about to say something, but Newt stopped him and told everyone to go back to their work.

It was only him and Chuck there now. Newt put his hand on Chuck's head. "Come on, Chuckie. Let's go back."

"No."

Newt couldn't let him drown in false hope. "They're not coming back."

"You don't know that!"

"And you do?"

"I know that they're not dead yet! And Thomas is smart. He and Minho can survive together." There were tears in his eyes now.

Newt sighed and left. He didn't know when he started running. His legs took him to the same place where Thomas was sleeping. He sat down and let all his tears flow and didn't stop. He tried taking deep breaths, but they never stopped flowing. Everyone he ever felt closed to was on the other side of the wall behind him.

They were on the other side of the wall, not dead. A voice in his head said. Suddenly, many hopes started forming in his brain and he couldn't stop them. He didn't want to. He didn't want his friends to be dead.

His mind got divided into two parts. One hoping they'll be okay. And the other scaring him to fall into hope and be shattered when they don't show up alive tomorrow. He tried to stop his brain from thinking. It was just hurting him both ways.

It was getting dark. He decided to check up on other Gladers. Just like he told Thomas yesterday, he can't sit around mourning. Maybe they're still alive. No! His brain was not stopping him from giving him hope. There was just something so sure, something inside him that said they'll be alive, but it scared him to believe it because if he didn't see them tomorrow, God knows what he'll do.

When he returned, he saw everyone was sitting outside the kitchen with their dinner, but no one was eating.

Newt reached them and everyone looked at him, some with sympathy, some with questions, and some scared.

Newt knew he had to do something. "Everybody listen!" he didn't need to yell. Everyone was already looking at him. He only did it to make his voice strong. "I know everyone here is sad, but thinking about it will only make it worse. I can't stop you from thinking whether they're dead or they're alive and will be alive tomorrow. Think whatever you want, just don't let it rule your head. Alby established order here, respect it, 'cause that's the only way we'll get out of here. The only thing you should think about is gettin' out of here. 'Cause, that's the only way we can have our revenge from the ones who put us here, for doin' this to us and killin' our friends." When he stopped, he realized he was mostly trying to tell this to himself.

Followed by everyone's gaze, he quietly picked up his and Chuck's dinner and went to sit with him, who was still sitting in front of the closed walls.

"Here, Chuck." Newt handed him his dinner and sat next to him. "Eat something."

Chuck took it from Newt. "Are you okay?" Chuck asked.

"No. But I never was, so it doesn't matter now." Newt murmured.

He and Chuck ate it in silence. After they finished, Newt had to forcefully take Chuck away from the gate and put him to sleep.

Newt couldn't sleep, not after knowing that if his friends were still alive, they were running and hiding from the Grievers. He spent all his nights awake walking around the Glade anxiously, trying not to think about anything.

Just as the darkness started fading around the Glade, Newt ran up towards the still closed doors, waiting for them to open. After a while, some other Gladers started joining them, but no one said anything.

Everyone was awake before the walls opened. Everyone scattered around, waiting for it to open. Chuck and Newt were standing right in front of it. But just as the walls started to open, Newt turned his back to it.

He didn't know what he was doing. 'What am I waiting for? They're gone.', was his first thought.

'No, they're alive. They made it.', was his second thought.

'Don't think that. If they are not alive, the disappointment will only hurt more.', was his third.

"Guys, get up!" Chuck said, making him stop thinking and turn.

No one was there. He didn't understand why he felt disappointed. "I told you, Chuck. They're not coming back."

He couldn't handle the pain growing inside him. He started moving back to escape somewhere no one could see him.

"No way." Newt heard Zart's voice.

That stopped him. He turned around and couldn't believe his eyes. They were alive, all of them, all three of them. They were in awful shape, but they were alive.

Minho and Thomas carried Alby in between them. Alby was unconscious.

"l got him." Newt took Alby from them and laid him on the ground. "I got him, I got him."

Newt was fighting the urge to hug them. He didn't remember when was the last time he felt this much happiness. The sight of his friends he was presented with delighted him to his soul.

"Watch out. Easy." Jeff said.

Everyone was watching them. They asked them all types of questions.

"What happened out there?"

"How did you guys make it out?"

"You saw a Griever?" Chuck asked, and everyone fell silent.

"Yeah, I saw one." Thomas replied, still out of breath.

"He didn't just see it. He killed it." Minho said.

Newt froze. He wasn't able to remove his gaze away from Thomas. He couldn't believe what Minho just said, but somehow he knew it was true. He knew Thomas could do it. He knew that now, with Thomas, they could all get out.

Newt didn't know why he felt a connection with him. Why there was this likening towards him, but now he knew he could trust him. From this moment, he could trust him with his life.

A really strong feeling for him emerged inside Newt. He knew he would do anything for Thomas. He saved Alby's life. He would do anything for Thomas.

Newt made all the Gladers return to their work and let Clint and Jeff take Alby. He was alive, but he got stung. Newt took Minho and Thomas to the homestead. Minho was following him unconsciously, and Thomas followed them in silence. Just as they reached there, Minho turned around to go somewhere else, motioning Thomas to come with him. When Newt felt he was not being followed, he turned around and saw Minho moving in a different direction and Thomas looking confused.

He knew Minho was going towards the Map room. He wanted to tell Newt about what happened last night. He always goes there because no one knows about that place beside the runners and Alby. Which told Newt that Minho trusted Thomas now, too. "Minho," Newt called.

"Come on. Clint and Jeff will take care of Alby. We'll tell you what happened inside the maze." Minho said. Thomas looked at Newt and started following Minho.

"You and Minho get your butts inside, get yourselves checked by the Med-jacks. You look bloody awful. I want the whole story when they're done and you're rested up." Both of them looked at him and followed his orders silently.

After being checked up, both of them narrated last night's event to Newt. At the end of the story, Minho was ashamed, Thomas was embarrassed and Newt was astonished by both Thomas's bravery and stupidity.

Newt didn't know what to say. "Well, I'm glad you both saved each other's arses and got back."

"He saved us." Minho said as a matter-of-factly. "I just ran the moment I heard a Griever."

"You came back. I would probably be dead if you didn't come back." Thomas said.

Now, when no one had anything else to say was when Thomas noticed Newt. "Newt! What happened to you?"

Minho looked up at Thomas's remark and saw Newt with a confused expression. Thomas moved to stand really close to Newt and analyzed him. "Did you sleep at all last night?" Thomas asked.

"No, I.. uh.. " Newt mumbled something which made Thomas's expression softened.

"Huh?" Minho asked.

"I said I couldn't bloody sleep while you were out there runnin' for your damn life." Newt said, frowning.

Thomas didn't know what to say. He just stared at Newt.

"I always knew you loved me." Minho said in a sappy voice, wiping a fake tear to which Newt rolled his eyes.

"I'm just glad, I won't have to be the leader now." Newt said.

"Well, I heard you handled everything well back here." Minho said.

Newt laughed a sarcastic laugh as he thought they were just complimenting him so that he didn't feel left out. "Where'd you hear that?"

"Clint and Jeff told us." Thomas said seriously.

"What?" Newt asked. What did they say about him? He thought.

"They told us you gave a really inspiring speech or something." Minho laughed. "You truly are leader material."

"No, I'm not. The moment this bloody shank ran into the maze, my first instinct was to follow him inside. This leader stuff's not for me." Newt said, crossing his arms.

Minho and Thomas laughed a little.

"Well then, you should rest now, too." Thomas told him. "You look awful."

"I'm fine." Newt shrugged.

Thomas was about to protest when Gally came in."We need to call a gathering." he said looking at Newt.

"What for?" Newt asked.

"Him." He pointed at Thomas.

"They just got back. Sure you can wait."

"It's okay, Newt. I'm fine." Thomas said, mimicking Newt. He glared at Thomas, then looked at Minho, who simply nodded with a smirk.

"Great, let's go." Gally said and left.

Minho and Newt shared a look. They knew what was going on inside Gally's head.

"Things are changing." Gally said, and Newt saw Minho rolling his eyes in the corner he was standing. "There's no denying that. First, Ben gets stung in broad daylight. And then, Alby. And now our Greenie, here," Every Keeper looked at Gally with a bored expression, but he continued. "Has taken it upon himself...to go into the maze. Which is a clear violation of our rules here."

"Yeah..." Frypan said. "But he saved Alby's life." Newt was glad someone said it.

"Did he?" Gally asked.

Now Newt was on edge. He was glaring at Gally, trying not to punch him.

"For 3 years, we have coexisted with these things. And now, you've killed one of them." Gally pointed at Thomas.

Newt saw Thomas was annoyed as much as he was, and Minho was quietly listening. He was still feeling bad for leaving Thomas and Alby alone. Newt made a mental note to talk to him afterwards. Right now, I have to deal with this bloody idiot. Newt thought.

"Who knows what that could mean for us."

"What do you suggest we do?" Newt asked with sarcasm that Gally clearly didn't understand. "He has to be punished."

Everyone started talking at the same time.

"Come on."

"He killed a Griever!"

This is getting ridiculous now. Newt thought. "Minho." he knew he would say something better than everyone else. "You were there with him. What do you think?"

Everyone looked at Minho. He was standing quietly until now.

"I think...in all the time we've been here... no one has ever killed a Griever before. When I turned tail and ran... this dumb shank stayed behind to help Alby. Look, I don't know if he's brave or stupid."

Pretty sure he's just lucky. Newt thought.

"But whatever it is, we need more of it. I say we make him a runner."

Newt couldn't hide his smirk at Minho's words. He knew he could trust Minho to say the right thing.

Everyone again started talking at the same time. Some agreeing with Minho, some not.

"If you want to throw the newbie a parade, that's fine! Go ahead. But if there is one thing I know about the maze..." Gally shouted. "… it is that you do not-"

Before he could finish, the alarm started ringing. It was the same alarm that told them that the box was coming up. Newt and Gally hurried out and ran towards the box, followed by everyone.

Newt and Gally opened the box and couldn't believe their eyes. He jumped into it.

"Newt, what do you see?" someone asked.

"It's a girl." It surprised him, like every other Glader. He took a closer look. "I think she's dead."

"What's in her hand?" Gally asked.

Newt removed the piece of paper from her hands and repeated the words written on it. "'She's the last one... ever.' What the hell does that mean?"

Suddenly the bitch, (Sorry, I mean *girl, damn auto-correct) gasped loudly, making everyone jump. She looked above and said one word, "Thomas." before passing out again.

What the actual hell!? was Newt's reaction. He looked up to see Thomas and saw every other Glader was doing the same.

"Do you still think I'm overreacting?" Gally said.

Thomas looked equally confused and tensed. He was worried about what everybody will think about him now. Newt sensed it and told everyone to return to their work and med-jacks to take the girl to the homestead.

After everyone left, Newt crossed his arms and looked at Thomas. "What the hell, Tommy?" Thomas saw Minho and Newt, both staring at him. "What did I do?" he asked with the high pitch not hiding in his voice.

"Dude, a girl comes up here, and the first thing she says is your name. I think you should tell us, what did you do?." Minho asked and Thomas gave him a confusing look.

Newt didn't remove his stare from Thomas and then, without saying anything, started walking towards the homestead. Thomas and Minho shared a look and followed him.

A/N: Jealous Newt coming right up, in the next chapter.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Teresa. I just simply hate her lack of communication and decision-making skills (That too when she needed them the most).

And because I posted this chapter late, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow :)