"Can I see it?" Alby broke an uncomfortable silence that settled between the three of them after Vivienne with Newt explained to him everything they knew about the necklace. Vivienne unclasped the chain and handed him the jewellery. He searched every ounce of it to find something suspicious, before he returned it. "And you don't remember anything?" he asked again with a drop of disbelief.

"I just know I fidget with it a lot. It's something… I know I used to do that," she tried to explain, but even to her it made no sense at all.

"Is there anything else… familiar?" he pushed her.

"No," she said without hesitation and surprised herself how easily the lie rolled off her tongue. She hated that.

"Alright, but as soon as something… clicks, let me know. It might seem like nothing but the smallest clue can make the most enormous difference. Got it?"

"Sure." She nodded and Alby let her go, asking Newt to stay behind and discuss some other matter. She wouldn't be surprised if they continued to talk about her, she understood that, though. Her priority was to get some quick breakfast and get to work. Gally had something new planned for them to do and to be quiet honest Vivienne couldn't wait to focus her mind on something she for once understood.

"Tables and chairs?" Her voice came out too squeaky compared to what she had in mind. "Couldn't you have said that before?"

"What you need days to draw a chair?" he mocked her. Here we go again.

"It's not that…" she sighed too tired to argue, "But why even have them designed? I thought you've done those before?"

"We have, but you proved to have many ideas on how to make our job easier, so stop arguing and get to work." So she did. She forgot to ask if they had much nails left, so she prepared few projects just in case. It took her lots of time and even made her forget about lunch until a plate was pushed in front of her.

"Eat up. We can't have the only girl in here starve, now love, can we?" She smiled.

"I suppose no." She put the papers aside to grab a bite. Meanwhile Newt sat down next to her and studied her work. "It's just tables and chairs, no need to stare," she snickered.

"They're good, though," Newt commented, "You should try drawing something else, something not-buggin'-builder-ish." He was still looking at her drawings and she wondered if he really liked it or just avoided her gaze.

"If we only had more of those..." She pointed at the sheets.

"I heard Ben gave you a notebook. Maybe try to sketch something there?" It wasn't a stupid idea but Vivienne disliked it for one particular reason which was Ben himself. He'd somehow find out and made her show him or demand who knows what.

"I dunno if it's worth wasting." She shrugged.

"Don't knock it till you try it," he told her looking around the Glade. At this point Vivienne knew something was not how it should be.

"What did Alby say?" she asked,

"Nah, nothing actually. Just kept on talking about the buggin' pendant." Newt brushed his sand-blonde hair with his fingers, messing them up even more.

"Why won't you look at me?" He turned to her shocked, light pink covering his features.

"Well, I am looking at you." He grinned, but it faded quickly like he knew he didn't fool her.

"Newt seriously what is it?" She put her hand on his arm but he flinch away immediately, his eyes widening a second later. "Whoa…" she sighed, shocked and hurt, "Sorry, I…" Words died on her tongue, not knowing what she was apologizing for. After all just a night before he put her to sleep, not minding a physical contact, but now he looked scared.

"No, don't apologize. It's not your doing. I just… I'll see you later, but eat all of that." He pointed at the plate. "I'll know if you won't," he tried to threatened to lighten up but the tension was still there empowered by an awkwardness of a situation.

"Sure thing, Newtie." Vivienne tried to help easing the tension.

"Newtie? That's new…" She shrugged, but as he walked away her gaze followed after.

"That's a lot of plans. I only needed like two…" Gally scratched the back of his neck. "And now I have to choose… Which one would you choose?" He looked up from the sketches, eyes studying Vivienne.

"It depends on how much wood and nails we have. If we have little or want to keep them just in case then I'd go for those." She pointed at the projects. "Or if we want to be… deluxe?... then these."

"Alright… I guess, we should try to spend as little nails as possible, but are you sure that this construction is safe and won't break under those shanks' heavy arses?" Gally chortled.

"Nah, they should be fine." Not that I wouldn't want to see that.

"I got guys chomp wood all day, so we should we be good to start tomorrow," he announced, "Nice necklace." Vivienne's hand wrapped itself around the pendant immediately at the mention.

"It came with the Greenie." She offered an explanation.

"I know. Alby told me… told every keeper," he informed, "Trouble?"

"Oh God, what did I do this time?" She couldn't lie she was scared Gally would be wary of her, suspecting she knew more than she let on. She was surprised when he asked,

"You doing alright?" Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, his gaze carefully scanning her posture.

"I… Yeah, I mean… I think so," she replied hesitantly, "Why?" Her voice came out as a faint whisper.

"With what do you want me to start, Trouble? Newt told me about your breakdown-"

"H-he did?" That's… odd.

"I saw him leave your hut late last night and he told me you were… crying and stuff. Vivienne, I'm not… good at comforting people, but if you ever feel like klunk you can talk to me… or I don't know what girls do when they're sad, but I'm here and I'm not exactly patient – honestly I think if you should go to anyone then it should be Newt… no particular reason… he's just good at this… I think – but I'm there no matter what and-"

"-Thanks, Eyebrows." Her arms wrapped around his stomach and she put her head on his chest, trying to stop his blubbering.

"Don't call me that." But he hugged her back anyway.

Runners were back for hours now and Vivienne did her best to avoid them, mostly because of one of them – Ben. She still had no idea how to deal with her issue, and in Glade whoever you worked with you hanged out with – except Vivienne who was currently disliked among her co-workers – and Runners were no exception. True, Minho would hang out with her and Newt a lot, but that was only because the two guys go – as she noticed – way back, and Minho loved mocking her.

"Shuck, brooding looks like klunk on ya." Speaking of the devil.

"What is it, babe?" She turned to him with a raised eyebrow, adorning her lips with a half-annoyed smile.

"You wanted me to teach you to fight. You still up for that?" She laughed.

"Are you?"

"Ugh," he groaned, his head falling back, eyes rolling dramatically, "Follow me and keep quiet or my goodwill expires."

"Like it haven't already," she muttered, but when he turned around with a bitchy expression plastered onto his face she pursed her lips in an awkward you-caught-me smile and followed him without any more mocks.

"Alright, first I gotta see what you got in you, what you know," Minho stopped somewhere in the Deadheads, facing her with his hands on his hips.

"So… what do I do exactly?" she asked with her arms folded on her chest, chin pushed slightly forward.

"Just hit me. I promise I won't hit back," he told her, putting his left hand over his heart and right up, "C'mon, I don't have all evening." Vivienne walked up to him with a quick roll of her eyes. She examined him, looking for a smirk of his, but he only raised an eyebrow like he was daring her.

"Alright," she mumbled and walked up to him. When she was few inches away from him she formed a fist and his him in the stomach. Whilst her hand collided with tensed muscles a jolt of pain ran through her fingers and she loosened her grip. She took a step back with a grimace on her face and a silent whine. "Shuck." She massaged her fingers with her other hand and blew cold breath on her aching skin and bones covered with it.

"Shuck, you're so pathetic." Minho's laugher roared through the woods, hitting every nerve inside her.

"Stop, it's not funny," she muttered into her hand with a frown.

"It is," he laughed even harder.

"Stop!"

"Or what?" He dared.

"Or I'll break your shucking nose!" she threatened, but Minho didn't even look impressed. With a simple 'try it' falling out of his mouth she launched at him, anger and hurt combined, making her lose control. He caught her wrist an inch before her fist reached his face and spoon her around. Her wrist was held tightly in his rip against her back as she straggled to get free.

"Let me go, Minho," she snapped, almost feeling him smirk behind her.

"Apologize."

"For what?" She whimpered when he squeezed her wrist even tighter whilst she wiggled.

"Apologize," he repeated. She felt vulnerable even though she knew he wouldn't hurt – or she was ninety per cent sure he wouldn't. She knew he would mock her if she gave in, but whether it was a test or not her whole arm began to her as it was twisted.

"Alright," she exhaled, "I'm sorry." He didn't let her go, but loosened his grip and was now very gentle with her limb. He slowly, almost carefully, turned her around to face him again. He examined her wrist before he let her go.

"So you know nothing," he admitted the truth for her.

"You're a slinthead."

"That attitude ain't getting you anywhere." He shrugged. "Launching for a nose was a good idea, though. Heads-up, next time don't tell the enemy what you're planning." Vivienne listened with confusion.

"I don't understand." She shook her head lightly, caressing her wrist – she was glad Minho didn't left any marks and pain was actually not too bad at this point.

"You know nothing about self-defence. Your muscles strength is none-existent, your aim is… and you have no control. You panicked when you felt vulnerable. I pissed you off so you attacked, but if you were in real danger you might have as well frozen," he explained, "I'm gonna teach you how to take care of yourself like you asked. Before we get to the real fighting, though, you should start working out."

"Working out?" she squeaked, "Like… doing laps, push-ups, sit-ups…?"

"Yup, I'm gonna be your personal trainer. You ready to start?" After what happened few moments ago she wasn't sure. Minho read her like an opened book. She was weak, vulnerable, scared, and had no control of her actions. She had no idea what she was doing… This might have been a bad idea, but she found herself having no other choice – besides she asked Minho to teach her not the other way around, so she got what she wanted.

"I…" She hesitated. She could always tell him she wanted to stop or so she thought. Normally she would trust Minho but this stunt… it might have been about making her realise her weaknesses or him founding them out to his advantage. Yet, Minho had never done anything suspicious and was only being a good friend for doing her a favour. He ain't Ben. – She told herself. The thought made her cringe. If she knew how to defend herself maybe she would be able to stand up to Ben without dragging anyone into the mess she was tangled with the blonde. "Yeah, just don't boss me around too much, babe, or this time I'll mess up that pretty face."

"Pff," he scoffed, "No matter what I'm always gonna be the prettiest!"