hi there. please know this story was not written by me, please read A13 chapters 1 through 19 in order to get the full background and actual author (mohowl) to credit for the genius work of art. a little backstory to recap events--Breckin just got out of the maze Nick forced him into, got stung by a griever, then killed it. He then finds out he is immune to grever stings, and goes to sleep due to fatigue.


Breckin awakes to bright sunlight piercing through his eyelids, penetrating his peaceful slumber. He scans the surroundings, the empty medhut with a couple cots and supplies is familiar, picturing Newt on the empty cot next to himself. Groggy, Breckin sits up on the sheet pinned cot. I must find my mate. I hope he is okay. He swings his legs over the edge and gets up, walking out of the medhut.

The clouds provide slight discomfort, clearly lacking the wonderful smell of sunlight Breckin craved. He can't see any soul around- the place looks deserted. Breckin wanders over to homestead, attempting to search for any signs of life, especially his own sunshine.

The chilly breeze from the maze fills the glade, making Breckin shiver. It reminds him of a faint memory, a loneliness a lot like this one. The memory no longer matters when he reaches homestead, desperate to find Newt.

Upon entering, he hears voices, lots of them.. a familiar one speaks up; Nick. Not wanting to be seen or heard, he hides behind the weaponry, observing all of the gladers.

"We may not know if they wake up or not. But we have to be ready no matter what," Nick addresses the group. Who are they talking about? Breckin is puzzled. How much has changed since he was last awake? How much time has passed?

Many people murmur around the group in agreement with Nick's proposal. A friendly face, Alby, speaks up. "If he wakes up, what are you planning on doing with him?"

A sly grin spreads across Nick's face. panic washes over Breckin's pale face; they are talking about me. "Vince, go get the hostage."

Vince walks out of the room. When he returns, he is holding a boy. I recognize that smell, the sunlight surrounding him. But it doesn't feel so sunny now. Holding his breath, Breckin watches his mate, Newt, dragged out into the center of the gladers.

Tears glide down Breckin's cheeks. He cannot bear to see the love of his life like this. His hands are tied in robes behind his back, leaving a red mark from the pain of the material rubbing against his soft skin. He is gaged, unable to cry for help. He has a bandage over his eyes, yet you can still see the tears of fear and pain on his cheek. His feet are chained together, preventing him from running away. Still limping from his injury, he is forced onto his knees in the center of the room, helpless.

Breckin can barely manage to watch, wishing it was him being tortured instead of him mate, wishing Newt could be safe. But it's not. It's much more painful.

Nick clears his throat. "Newt here is in love with a monster. A MALE monster. The unhuman creature cannot be allowed to stay if it wakes. We must take action." Many gladers nodded their heads in agreement, some staying silent.

Newt's gag slides down below his mouth. "No. Please, don't do this. He would never hurt anyone. Breckin should deserve to live too," Newt sniffles, afraid.

"Anyone who supports or agrees with Newt and Breckin will be thrown into the maze after dark," replies Nick, joyful with himself for this decision.

Newt cries out. "You shuck, you cannot do this! He is the nicest and strongest boy I have ever met, twice the man you are!"

Nick is furious with Newt. His fave boils with anger. the tomato walks over to Newt and punches him in the gut. The noise of Newt's ribs cracking echos through the room, and Newt topples over in excruciating pain.

Breckin, doesn't care about anything in the world, only Newt. He hurt his mate. He HAS to pay. Their bloody arses are getting taken down.

Breckin runs as fast as he can to Newt, not even caring about anyone else. He knows that it is more important to take care of Newt than to start a fight, especially because he doesn't want to break any rules.

Everyone else stares at him, especially Nick. But nothing matters besides the love of his life, his wonderful sunshine, Newt. Carefully and swiftly, Breckin lifts Newt into his arms, and carries him away. Many people scream at him, but it does not matter.

"Breckin," the breathless voice mumbles in his arms. He sounds so hurt, so so so hurt. The pain radiates off of Newt, Breckin feels him suffering in his arms.

"I'm here my love."

Once back in the medhut, Breckin gently sets Newt on his cot, letting him rest as Breckin gets to work on removing the ropes and chains. The bruises they leave are horrible, and Breckin cannot help but cry out from the sadness and hatred he feels toward Nick. With shaking hands, he removes his mate's blindfold, looking into his beautiful dark eyes. With his thumbs, he wipes Newt's cheeks free of tears and cups his face. Cautiously, he places a kiss on Newt's forehead, being as gentle as he can possibly be.

Breckin knows to attend to his mate's injuries, and quickly does just that. Once finished, he slides onto the cot, sitting next to Newt. "Oh Newt. What have they done to you."

Breckin's sweet voice soothes Newt, and the pair look deep into each other's eyes. "I love you Newt. I'm so sorry you have to put up with this because of me." Breckin looks down at the floor, feeling guilty. "It's all my fault that you're in this situation.

Newt slides both arms around Breckin's torso and Breckin returns the favor. "It is not your fault. I love you so much Breckin, and I would do anything in the world as long as I get to be with you." Both boys hold each other in a tight embrace, never wanting to let go of the other. Now laying on the cot, the boys have each of their arms around the other, as well as their legs intertwined. They look deep into each other's eyes, and see that they both want the same thing. Both going in for a kiss, the mate's passionately swirl their tongues around feeling the wonderful taste of the other, tasting the everlasting joyful memory they ate creating.

After some time, the kiss separated, both boys tired. The kisses turned into slow sensual kisses, and they each fell asleep in the warm embrace of the loves of their lives.