AN: I'm trying to be consistent about when I put these up but I always get stuck on the endings. Sorry it was a bit of a wait. Read and review! Great reviews make my day!

-Sir

CHANGING FLASHBACK

It was over a week later when I saw them again. Minho was standing outside someones open door, arguing with a tall, black haired boy. An angry one.

"Well, I don't care if you thought you could handle it, it was my-" he stopped, staring at me. Glaring. Minho turned around.

"Sam!" He exclaimed, surprised. The other boy growled and slammed the door. Minho cringed at the noise.

"That's him for you." He muttered. Then he brightened. "Ditched your body guard?" He asked. I shrugged. I didn't have a way to talk to him. I had been on my way to see the other girl, Rachel, in her section of the facility and she could understand me. As far as I knew, Minho couldn't. When I didn't answer, he frowned.

"Right." He sighed. Then he grinned. God, this kid had mood swings. "Come on."

He grabbed my hand and opened the door to the room, the one that had just been slammed in his face. I squeaked in surprise as he led me through to the back of the room. I tried to take in what I could from the surroundings while attempting to keep up with his fast pace.

The room, larger than I thought it would be, was sparsely decorated but was clearly something akin to a dorm. Four beds were pushed against the walls, each standing next to a workspace with a desk. At the one closest to the entrance, the boy who had been arguing with Minho was reading a book. Surprisingly. He glared at us as we went past.

"Don't worry about that, Gally's just being a jerk cause we were partners for one of those training exercises earlier and he thinks I did it wrong."

"You did." Gally called. "And we're not supposed to have other people in here...not girls."

"Hasn't been a problem for you." Minho shot back. Gally scowled, and for a moment it looked like he was trying to say something, but he closed his mouth and, unable to think of a comeback, gave a sharp grunt before returning to his book. Instructional, I was sure. Then my attention was pulled away again.

The set farthest from the door was Minho's, or so I gathered from the way he started ransacking the area. Manuals and clothes and half a sandwich were scattered on his bed. Not to mention countless other garbage. God knows how he got food into his room. I tapped him on the shoulder.

"How do you find anything in this disaster?" I cringed. Minho frowned, trying to read my lips. I forgot he couldn't sign.

"How do I...maybe?" He managed. I sighed, but waved him off, gesturing for him not to worry about it.

"You deaf?" Gally called. I turned. He had put down his book and was watching me and Minho.

"Nope." He decided. Unsure of what to do, I looked back at Minho, who was searching for something. He opened three of his desk drawers before finding what he wanted. Triumphantly, he presented it to me. A marker. I raised an eyebrow.

"Here, help me move the desk." He said. It was then that I noticed the white board hidden behind the complete mess of things he had piled on his workspace. Shoving everything off with a sweep of his arm (and an insanely loud clattering noise), he motioned for me to move to the other side and we tried to push it away from the wall. Gally chuckled.

"What are you doing? It's bolted to the wall." He said. We stopped pushing.

"Helpful." Minho scowled. "I'm trying to use the whiteboard, stupid." Gally scowled. After watching Minho pile everything back onto his desk, Gally looked up again.

"You trying to talk to her or something?" He asked. Minho sighed.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to make her sit on the desk." He answered, resigned. Gally rolled his eyes, then stood and walked over to the area set up across from Minho's, banging on one of the drawers to get it to open. He pulled something out, then walked over and handed it to me.

"Here." He said. A notebook. Mine. Well, sort of. Gally walked back to his bed and picked up his book again.

"Is this N-e-w-t-s?" I asked, mouthing the words as I signed.

"Newts?" Minho asked. I nodded. "Yeah. He's in here too. That other bed's Henry's. you don't know him, do you?" I shook my head.

"He and Newt are the only ones who're organized. Sort of." He said. Minho sat down on his bed and motioned for me to do the same. I sat on the floor, not wanting to risk it. Minho frowned and looked at his bed, then seemed to understand how disgusting he was and tried to fix it by putting the sandwich in the trash. Then he sighed and sat across from me on the floor.

"You're in our group, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Then how come you and Thomas aren't with us?" He asked. I moved over so he could read my writing. Both of us were leaning against his bed.

"Man, your handwriting's tiny." He muttered I rolled my eyes, then wrote the answer to his question.

Not sure. "Subject advisors". Don't know technical term. I wrote. He frowned.

"How do you advise if you can't talk?" He asked. I shrugged.

Don't know. We get tested too. Think it's just titles. I answered. Minho nodded. Then he paused, like he was debating whether to ask his next question.

"Do you...how come you can't talk?" He managed. I bit my lip.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He said. I started writing.

I just can't. Well, not...I paused, thinking of the right way to phrase it. It's hard. Around new people. And scientists. The only person I can really talk to is Thomas.

"But you can do the signing thing." Minho said. I nodded. He frowned.

"Is there...is there like a book I can use to...I just feel bad that you're writing everything out." He tried. I smiled slightly. Then noticed his watch

Ask Newt. Have to go. I scribbled, then hurriedly got up and walked towards the door.

"Bye." Gally muttered from his bed, not looking up.

"Hey!" Minho called. I stopped for a second. "Can you come back?" He asked. "Tomorrow. At three."

I mentally reviewed my schedule, then nodded and left, heading towards the surveillance room.