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Sorry it took so long to update but I had some awful stuff happen to me this last few weeks and I seemed to have a writer's block. So, I wanna thank you for the reviews and I hope you enjoy it ;)

Newt, after leaving their drawings in Vivienne's hut, took her to Younglings sleeping area where Legend was already swinging in his hammock like a toddler would. He smiled broadly at the sight of them and motioned for them to come closer and she noticed other kids swinging in their hammocks as well.

"Took you long enough, Greybeard. I understand why Newt's so slow, but you? Is age hitting you so badly?" he snickered as Vivienne's eyes widened while she awaited Newt's reaction. But he never said anything. It made her wonder if he didn't care or got used to remarks – though she hadn't notice anyone except Minho disrespect Newt.

"I see you found some new friends. You won't be needing us then," she laughed, glancing swiftly between Legend and some other boy.

"You haven't met Barry yet, have ya?" Newt spoke up.

"Hi," said the boy timidly with an abrupt nod, "You're the girl?" Though, he probably did not intend for it to come as a whisper it did, making Vivienne smile warmly at him.

"I'd say so." She wondered how Barry survived alone all the time he was there – however long it was – since Legend, annoying, loud, waspish, did not manage to. She resented herself for thinking Barry was weaker, but then… how could she not?

For a youngling he had really broad shoulders, yet seemed not much taller than her – and she was the most petite of them all, making her stand out that much more.

"So… What do you do Barry?" she asked hoping to encourage him to talk like she once had Legend, "As a job I mean."

"I'm a slicer." Vivienne felt her insides collide, lunch reaching her throat only at the mention of the job. Maybe Barry wasn't so weak after all? Seeing her tense Newt swiftly changed the subject, asking Legend about his first night out.

Next day started hellishly. She woke up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache – she almost forgot about her period – and had to search for some medicine in the medjuck's hut. There was no rule against it, was there?

Even after she found some herbs and prepared the tea it took till morning for the pain to fade away, and she knew it would return rather earlier than later.

She had to skip breakfast to let Clint and Jeff know of her little night-adventure, surprisingly – or maybe not since they seemed to have a soft spot for her – they weren't mad. Ba, they were glad this time she dealt with the issue herself.

By the time work started she could already feel her stomach rumbling uncontrollably. Fortunately no one teased her about it as she supposed they would.

Shockingly Ryker welcomed her that day with Peter, making the time less awkward, but also receiving weird looks from their colleagues, which if he minded he didn't show. Peter was as usually asking irrelevant question but they seemed to irritate her more than usually.

"Gally." She heard Alby's voice not too far away from where she was standing. "Take care of the greenie, yea?" She didn't hear a respond and assumed she must have only nodded.

"Vivienne," he called after her, when Alby walked off, "Show that Shank what building really is," he ordered. She couldn't help but role her eyes – reason she found everyone so annoying was either her period or simply the fact that they were.

"Wow, you're so nice." He glared at her in return before his expression turned clueless. "Let's go uhm… You remember your name yet?"

"Raph," he smiled and his emerald eyes twinkled. Vivienne felt something turn in her abdomen.

"Great," she said trying not to sound sarcastic. Seriously, what's wrong with me today? "Follow me." She showed him around, meaning she showed him where they were cutting wood, where they were keeping their tools and plans. "And that… would be it. I make sketches and based on them we build stuff. Sometimes we build small houses like a pantry and sometimes we build something much smaller like chairs and tables," she explained.

"You make it sound so easy," he admitted.

"Well, it kind of is for me. I'm mostly an architect and help out wherever I can but guys do most of the work. Still, not everyone builds. Some guys polish the already cut wood, for example. Besides, you won't know if it's a job for you unless you try it." She offered him a smile. "Now, let me run you by the project so we can get you to work."

"What do you think of the Greenie, Vi?" Gally asked her during lunch break, "Is he a builder type?"

"Hard to tell yet. It's awful we only have one day to see if he can do this," she shrugged.

"If it was up to you would you take him?" It sounded so weird at first and Vivienne glanced at Gally questioningly for a second before she turn to stare at Raph.

"I guess. But if he cuts off his finger while chopping wood don't blame it on me." It was Gally's turn to laugh. "Anyway, what do you think, captain eyebrows?"

He rolled his eyes before answering, "I was observing him the whole day and he seems to be doing his job quite alright. He has a lot to learn, though."

"Not everyone was born knowing everything like you," she mocked.

"What can I say? I'm just that perfect."

"And we got ourselves Minho 2.0!"

"Hey! I'm way better than that Shank!" They stayed in silent after that for a few minutes and Vivienne let her mind wonder. Would Raph fit in? How did Legend's night went by? She never got to ask him… Were their families somewhere out there?

"Slice of bread for your thoughts?" Gally asked seeing her sweat.

"It's not how the saying goes."

"So you don't want that extra bread?" She ripped it out of his hand and stuck her tongue out. "So…?"

"Do you think… we have families," she asked, "outside the Maze?"

"I dunno. I don't really care," he stated, and took a bite of his stew.

"How can you not care?"

"Honestly, I hope we don't." What?

"You don't think we have families out there? Don't you miss them?"

"What is family to you Vivienne?"

"Uh…" He took her by surprise. "My relatives, people like mum, dad, bro- siblings?" she quickly corrected herself.

"How generic," he huffed, "For me family means people who care about me." In Gally's mouth it all sounded so… mature – quite strange, but mature nonetheless. "Family cares about each other, watch each other's back. And, Vi, this place is nothing but danger and death." He paused making her dread his farther response. "So, Vivienne, if my relatives let me be stuck in this place then I don't want them. My family is here, because family should keep you from any harm. And that's what we do in the Glade."

She did not say anything after that and neither did he. She needed to reconsider everything he had just told her, because as much as she hated to admit it he was… right. Despite how much she tried to think of Newt hoping to get out and seeing his relatives- No she could not think like that. Perhaps their families had nothing to do with this hell and Gally was blaming them for nothing.

I'll take care of you, sister.

Or perhaps Gally was right…