AN: there are a lot of POV changes in this one and I feel like it doesn't really make sense but this was originally two separate pieces and I felt like that was too short after you guys waited a little longer than normal. I hope it makes sense to you guys!

Sam POV

"Goodnight, love." Newt wrapped himself around me. Automatically, I relaxed. Then my previous worries returned. It hadn't gone so great the last time I was asleep, and even that was just about the understatement of the century. What if I had a nightmare and I hurt him in my sleep? What if I wasn't finished with the changing, what if when I woke up I couldn't talk anymore, what if...what if I didn't wake up. I tried to control my breathing. Just sleep, it'll be fine. It'll be fine.

After what must've been an hour or two, I clearly was not fine. I couldn't sleep, I was terrified. Of sleeping, of nightmares...in general, truthfully. I could tell Newt was asleep. He's started breathing through his mouth instead of his nose. At least he seemed peaceful. I made my decision. Carefully, I slipped off the cot. Newt frowned, his arm shifting in his sleep. He'd noticed I'd gotten up. He shouldn't be this cute, it wasn't fair. I leaned down and kissed his cheek. The frown faded. I smiled slightly, then left the room as quietly as possible.

Outside, I crept past the others. They were still sleeping. Of course they were, I doubted it was later than midnight. I looked down to check my watch. 1:16. That was when I noticed I'd left my boots in the Homestead. I could almost feel the grass through my socks. I walked farther towards the center of the Glade and laid down in the grass. I was exhausted, but I was definitely not going to sleep. I'll just...relax. Or try to, anyway. I looked up at the starless sky. An expanse of blue so dark it was almost black. Maybe there just weren't any stars left.

I tried to remember constellations. To remember anything really. I searched my mind for anything useful. Maybe I would remember something that wasn't terrifying. There were the memories I had from the changing, but they felt warped and twisted. Still, however slim a chance there was I felt there was still hope for something good. Even though the whole process was super confusing. It was tiring. I mean, how was it possible for me to know what constellations were and...not even...

"Remind me again why your dumb ass couldn't just come up by yourself? Why are we up on the roof this late? It's freezing. I'm freezing. How are you not freezing?" A voice complained. I pointed at the sky.

"I wanted to see...god, w-which one is it...it starts with a P?"

"If you can't even remember the name why did you make me come up here?"

"There's no c-cameras up here." I shrugged, putting my arm down. "No scientists, no n-needles. Besides, what was I gonna do if I got stuck here? Call someone and speak to them saying excuse me, but I decided to go on the roof-you know, the one w-with the locked door that I made Thomas push open with a k-keycard-and I-

"Okay!" Thomas threw his hands up defensively. "Whatever. I get it. Do you remember where it is?"

"What?"

"The constellation you-"

"Perseus! That one." I pointed at a set of stars.

"Over here, Sammy." He corrected me, moving my arm. I scowled. "It's by Cassiopeia."

"Well if it's over there, wh-what was I pointing at?"

"Andromeda, I think?" Thomas frowned. We stared at the sky.

"Wh-why do you know all of these, anyway?" I asked.

"Sam reason as you. Needed to read something other than manuals." He joked. "It's not like they had anything good."

"You still read it." I pointed out. He paused, then grinned.

"Yeah." He chuckled.

Newt p.o.v.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Or early morning. Whatever the case, it was dark outside. I looked around for what had woken me up, then realized what had happened. Sam was gone. Sam couldn't be gone. I'd felt her, she's been here, she was awake. Frantically, I got out of bed and tripped almost immediately. I turned to curse the offending object, but stopped. I looked closer. Shoes. Girls shoes. I glanced at the edge of the mattress, where a thin blue shirt was hanging off the side.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It hadn't been another dream. Then I came back to the problem at hand. Sam was gone. I went outside and scanned the Glade. Though I doubted it would be too difficult to find her, it was still a troubling matter. Having not found her in the Medtent, I walked through the grass looking for Sam. As I inspected the area, I noticed a figure lying on the ground. Sam. I walked towards her. She wasn't hurt, was she? No. She was sleeping. Peacefully.

I stood there for a moment. Then I kneeled down and picked her up. I carried her bridal style back to our room and set her down gently in her bed. Best to let her have her space. Even though I'd very much like to do the opposite, I didn't want to risk waking her. I pulled the blanket over her, then went back to my cot. I lied down, facing Sam in case she woke up. Then, slowly, I drifted off again.

Sam POV

My eyes blinked open. Thomas. I sat up and looked around, confused. Hadn't I...I woke up, didn't I? I remembered being outside. I remembered talking about stars. Maybe I had dreamed it. But I was in my cot, by myself.

I looked over. Newt's arm was hanging off the side of his mattress, his blonde hair was a ruffled mess. It was kind of adorable. Then he groaned and his eyes blinked open. He squinted and rolled over, then promptly fell off the side of the bed, taking his blanket down with him. I cringed as he landed with a thud. I moved down to help him.

"Morning." He groaned. I bit my lip.

"A-Are you ok-okay?" I managed. He nodded, then winced and rubbed the back of his head.

"Lovely." Newt muttered. I stood and held out a hand. He took it and I pulled him up. The two of us sat down on his cot after he threw his blanket back.

"D-did you s-s-sleep o-k?" I asked. He seemed conflicted. After a moment, he replied.

"Well...not especially, but it's not really your...it's alright." He assured me. I frowned.

"Are you sure?" I checked. He nodded.

"Come on, love." Newt stood, offering a hand. He pulled me up, then pulled me in for a kiss. "Let's get you some breakfast."

Newt POV

I watched as Sam bit into her apple.

"You're sure you don't want anything else?" I asked, concerned. She shrugged and took another bite. I sighed.

"Henry, how much do you think she should be eating?" I asked. Henry, who was across the table, looked up from his breakfast.

"Sorry, man." He answered. "I'm not a professional. She's obviously gonna start small though, I wouldn't push it."

Sam stood from the table, kissed my cheek, then walked out towards the Gardens. None of us thought she was ready to be a Runner again. Not until she was at least getting a healthy amount of sleep. At the least. I frowned.

"Henry..." I started, glancing after her. I paused, unsure of how to continue. Henry shoved the last of his toast into his mouth, then sighed.

"Like I said, man. Not a professional." He repeated. "I don't even know how she's standing." I didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Logically, it's a miracle she's functioning at a level this normal." Jeff stated. I jumped. Jeff, who was suddenly sitting next to me, snorted.

"Bloody-how long have you been there?" I questioned, surprised.

"Like two seconds." He answered. "And you might want to be quieter, I came over cause I could hear what you were talking about." I cringed.

"Really?" I looked around, feeling guilty. If I wanted to know what was going on with Sam, I should just ask her. Jeff shook his head.

"She's gone." He said. "And like I was saying, I have no idea why she isn't a vegetable."

"Um...what?" I managed.

"I mean, if you think about it, it doesn't make sense. She was basically in a coma for like four months, we should be...I don't know, studying her or something." He cringed, hearing himself. "That sounds bad, but something's...off. How she's eating, how she's talking, why the changing was different for her-and don't say because she's a girl, because that doesn't make sense either. We should be asking more questions."

"Like what, why she's so weird?" Henry said. "Yeah, that'll go well."

"That's not what I mean." Jeff said. I glanced around and saw Gally walk through the doors. Jeff saw where I was looking and waved him over. I groaned. This isn't something we should be doing. Not without her. And not with Gally.

"What?" Gally asked gruffly.

"Look, you were there when Sam...woke up, right?" Jeff asked. Gally raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah? So?" He sighed.

"Did you think she was acting strange or anything like that when she woke up?" Henry asked him. Gally gave him a weird look.

"I think you guys let her off easy." He said. I frowned, confused. He went on. "When I woke up from the Changing you shucks practically interrogated me 24-7 for a week. I mean, I know she was basically in a coma, but don't you think you should be asking her what she remembered? All you shanks have been doing is staring at her like she'll break if you breath on her weird. Not that I care, but it's probably creeping her out."

He paused. "Are we done here?"

"Uh, yeah thanks." I muttered. He made a sort of non-committal noise and walked away. And we still didn't have any answers.