(3 weeks later)

It had been weeks since Newt's... incident, but Clara was too busy with work to see his healing progress, so she had to rely on information she got from the Medjacks. Even with their input, she was still worried sick. However, Minho helped distract her from her troubles, which was one of his hidden talents.

Clara was yanking weeds with Zart one day when an unbearably loud alarm blared in her ears.

"What's that!" Clara yelled over the noise.

"It's the Greenie alarm!" Zart answered, a look of anticipation on his face. "C'mon, lets go!" He grabbed Clara's wrist with his dirty gloves and they ran over to the Box. They stood there with the others and waited for two Gladers to pry the doors open.

Inside, Clara could see a younger boy, around 12 or 13 years old. He was pudgy, with brown curly hair and dark eyes. She could tell he'd been crying, his eyes were puffy and his cheeks were shiny with streaks of tears. Clara instantly felt sympathy for him.

He got hoisted up from the Box, and Clara watched as Alby pulled him aside and introduced himself. Clara eventually turned away and found her face buried in someone's shirt. She backed up to see Newt standing there, a wide grin on his face.

"Newt!" Clara exclaimed, pressing a hand to her heart "You're up, you're here... your leg!" She squatted down to take a look at his leg; thankfully it looked good as new, with a scar from the stitches and a couple more from cuts and things. She stood back up, breathless with relief.

Newt smirked. "Enough about me, how 'bout we grab some dinner before the bonfire."

As the skies faded from pink, to purple, to black, the Gladers threw together a large pile of sticks in the center of the Glade, lighting it until it's flames reached high into the night. Clara and Newt sat with their backs pressed against a log, chatting and taking bites out of their sandwiches.

"So I noticed you were limping a bit, does it still hurt?" Clara asked, thinking back to Alby's deal with her.

"Occasionally. Clint said it's permanent because of the bone damage. So I'm off the hook for Running."

So he kept his promise, Clara thought, huh.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Alby's making me his second-in-command, so I make sure everyone's in line. A pretty big deal if you ask me."

"That's... great." Clara said, thankful that Alby kept his promise to her.

"Yeah." Newt sighed, unaware of the deal made.

"You'll do great. You're already really bossy." Clara teased. Newt turned to her and quirked a brow.

"Is that so?" He asked, his voice rising an octave. He reached out lighting fast and tickled Clara's side until there were tears coming out of her eyes. She finally escaped and ran towards the hammocks as everyone else was getting ready for bed. She stopped by her place and noticed Newt's hammock had been replaced, and a new name was etched into a piece of wood.

"Chuck." Clara read as Newt finally caught up to her, limp and all. "Where'd your hammock go?"

"Now that I'm second-in-command I get my own room, so this is where the Greenie is sleeping. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier." Newt explained.

"It's fine, I won't miss your snoring." At Clara's remark, Newt ruffled her hair, making it fall into her face.

"Goodnight, Clare bear." Newt said as he left, smiling.

"Goodnight shank."

Clara was brushing the hair out of her eyes when the Greenie walked in and clumsily laid in his hammock. She decided to make conversation.

"Hi, you must be Chuck." The boy nodded. "My name's Clara."

"Hello." He squeaked shyly.

"Don't be scared," Clara said as she laid in her bed "we're all friends here, you'll fit right in."

Chuck nodded again, and a small smile appeared.

"Thank you. I hope so."

"Goodnight, Greenie."

"Goodnight."