AN: Sorry it's a bit behind schedule. There are also a lot of linebreaks in this one so you guys gotta bear with me. Enjoy, and please leave reviews!

Sam POV

The bonfire burned bright and seemed intensely hot in the dark and cold of the evening. It was supposed to be days ago, but with everything happening with Ben, it had been pushed off. I sat on a bench near the edge, half heartedly scanning the crowd for Newt even though I didn't think I'd find him. I had been with him earlier, but he had been pulled aside to talk to Alby and now he was nowhere to be found. I was tired and there were too many people here. I was away from the others, but I could see the fire. I stared into it, taking in the warm glow of the embers.

"Your bodyguard ditch you?" Someone asked. I turned with a start, then relaxed.

"Newt, I mean." Thomas smiled slightly. "You're standing here all by yourself, don't you like the party? Or are you feeling a little overwhelmed." I gave him a small smile.

"It's for you, T-h-o-m-a-s. Go celebrate." I tried convincing him. I yawned. I'm too exhausted to sign. This isn't worth it. He frowned.

"I saw you when Chuck and I came by the Gardens earlier. You've been doing that all day, didn't you get any sleep?" Thomas asked. I waved him off. It's not his fault I keep having insomnia. Or that when I finally do fall asleep I keep waking up in the middle of the night.

"I...I-I'm good." I rubbed my eyes.

"No, you're not." Thomas decided. "I get that it's a party or something, but you look like you need some rest."

"Gee, th-thanks." I muttered sleepily. Thomas chuckled. He was right though. I was tired. But I couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't.

Thomas snapped his fingers in front of my face and I jerked back. That was when I realized I'd been leaning on his shoulder. I frowned and sat up again.

"S-Sorry." I managed. I could feel myself starting to drift off.

"Sam, you should go get some sleep." Thomas stated.

"Sure, j-just...a-after this next f...fight." I sighed. That was a useless excuse, I could barely see the ring from here. But I could hear it, and maybe that was enough to convince him.

"If you're gonna be like that, then fine." He frowned. His voice sounded distant. "But I'm making sure you get up and go get some sleep after this."

"What...whatever." I yawned.

"You just proved my point." He concluded. Then he stared ahead and watched the fire, listening to the fight.

Newt POV

"Do you know where Thomas is?" Chuck asked. I shook my head.

"No, sorry. You haven't seen Sam, have you?" I scanned the crowd of Gladers. I'd lost her when Alby had pulled me away to talk about Ben's replacement on the Runners and now she was nowhere to be seen.

"Uh, over there. I think." Chuck answered, pointing. I relaxed slightly.

"Thanks." I replied. I walked off to where he'd directed me. Then I found her. And Thomas. I frowned.

"Oh, good." Thomas said, seeing me approach them. He glanced at Sam. "Look, I don't know what to do. She was just really tired and I didn't want to wake her. You don't know where she sleeps, do you?"

"I..." I started. I couldn't stop looking at them.

Sam had fallen asleep. He'd only been here for a few days and she'd fallen asleep on him. I couldn't get her to fall asleep and he'd done it in what must've been ten minutes. She shifted, falling from his shoulder. Reflexively, Thomas caught her and laid her head down gently into his lap. He bit his lip, frowning.

"I'll take her." I answered tersely. I kneeled down and carefully picked her up. Thomas stood and stretched.

"Thanks, man. I just didn't want to wake her up, you know?" He explained. "She was practically dead while I was talking to her, I thought I should let her rest." I nodded.

"Good that." Sam shifted, her head moving to rest against my chest. I smiled at her. Then I remembered Thomas. Thomas who was already biting his lip again. I frowned. He was starting to remind me of Sam.

"It's you we're celebrating, Tommy." I told him. "I heard Chuck's looking for you, go have fun. I'll take care of Sam."

Thomas looked as though he was about to say something, then shook it off.

"Alright." He walked off. With Sam in my arms, I walked up to our room and placed her gently on her cot, pulling the blanket over her. I kissed her forehead, then softly walked back out of the room.

I came back in a bit later, the bonfire having ended. I would've stayed with Sam, but I wanted to make sure no one (mainly Gally) tried to beat up the Greenie. When I returned, Sam was awake. Wide awake. She had moved and was on my bed, sitting against the headboard and hugging her knees. She looked incredibly upset. I frowned, worried.

"Sam? What's happened?" I checked. Instantly she looked up, staring at me. I went over and sat down next to her, taking her hands in mine. She almost looked like she had been crying. She was practically trembling. Sam shook her head. She was looking at me as though she thought I was about to disappear.

"You...you're okay." She muttered. Her shudders lessened slightly and she squeezed my hands. "I...it...it's o-okay. You're okay."

"I'm perfectly fine." I assured her. What about you?

"Uh huh. F-Fine." She answered, her words wavering. Her response was so quiet I almost didn't hear her voice.

"I know that's not true, Sam. You're nearly in tears. What's happened?" I asked softly. Sam looked at me like she was about to give me a real answer, then shook her head again. I let go off her hands and she looked panicked until I wrapped my arms around her. She wouldn't make eye contact but her breathing became less frantic; more relaxed.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." I told her. Sam looked up at me but choked on her words and buried her face in my chest, her hands clutching my shirt. I kissed the top of her head.

"It's okay." I said softly into her hair. "I'll stay with you...if you want. I promise."

Sam POV

I was in the Maze, on top of one of the walls it looked like. I took a deep breath. The height was making me feel dizzy. The picture was off, as though I was watching through a bad surveillance camera. It zoomed in on a figure on one of the walls.

I tried to call out to him but I couldn't make any sound. What was he doing? He shouldn't be up there, he could fall. What was he doing? He had reached as far as he could go. The vines didn't reach the top of the wall but even a fall from that height would be enough to...no. He couldn't.

I heard footsteps. Newt looked frantically towards the noise. He closed his eyes, took a final breath, and let go of the vines. He ankle caught in the vines as he fell, and he was jerked to a stop before the vine snapped. Minho rounded the corner, just in time to see him crash to the ground.

"Newt!"

I could hear screaming again.