AN: Hi! It's been awhile, but I'm still trying to get some of this stuff out. I just haven't been reading much of this stuff lately so inspiration/motivation is way harder. Hope it came out okay! (and that the sorta longer chapter makes up a little bit for that super long delay-I'm trying!). Thank you to you reviewers who gave me motivation to finally update!

Sam POV

Flashback

"Stay quiet."

"You stay quiet."

"Just shut up, okay?" He whispered harshly. "Let me think for once."

The banging on the door sounded through the frame of the house, loud and rattling. My chest tightened as the sound grew louder, air struggling to make its way through. It was dark, but I could still make out his face. Just barely.

Stephen gripped my hand tightly, staring at the shaking door through the crack in the closet door. "It'll be okay. It'll be okay. We've never been apart before, they won't get us now. Just stay quiet."

"Who's still talking, you or me?" I whispered.

The banging grew louder, the next one shaking the walls of the house.

"You're my favorite sister, you know that right?" He managed, his hands holding mine a little tighter. He was trying to distract me. Or himself.

"I'm your only sister. It's a default position." I replied quietly, gasping when the next bang came.

"Hey...I love you." He breathed.

"We're gonna be fine." I lied to myself. "But I...I love you too."

Shadows always passed by the window and we had ignored the shadows that had passed by this afternoon. That had been a mistake.

"You're-"

BANG

Heat poured into the room from every opening as they rushed in. The cracks in the boards blocking the windows had been torn away, light flooding into the abandoned house.

We hadn't left the house in days. It hadn't been enough to stop them. Now, the door was wide open and they were swarming the house, strangers with guns and masks and rough hands that ripped the closet door off its hinges, dragging us away and apart.

They couldn't do that, not now! We'd never been apart before, they couldn't take him! They couldn't! I didn't...I wouldn't have anyone left, they couldn't.

They did it anyway.

Hands pried him away from me, pulling us out of the house and into the blinding sun, dragging us to seperate cars. One of their radios crackled with an incoming message, though I barely heard it over the screams.

"Did you get both of them?"

"Yeah. We got em."

Sam POV

The burning heat was gone. The room was cold and dark, but I could still feel their hands. Someone was still holding me, still trying to pull me away from him.

"Sam!"

My throat felt heavy and scratchy as I struggled to breath. Someone was calling my name, but I felt like I was being swallowed by the darkness of the room.

"No." I choked out, rasping. "No, no, no." The hands at my shoulders stilled, then started moving again, trying to calm me down.

"It was a dream. It was a dream, I promise. You're alright now."

The hands moved away, as if sensing that the contact was one of the things that was upsetting me. The room slowly came back into focus as I concentrated on slowing my breathing, counting down in my head. I stared down at the blanket I'd been twisting in my hands, trying to focus on something as I forced myself to calm down.

Listen to the voice. Concentrate on them. Who was...who was that? And who was talking to me? I liked their voice. It was familiar. And right now it sounded really sad.

"Sam, please."

I blinked back tears and looked up. Newt was staring at me with a scared expression.

"You...you were thrashing and you kept saying...I thought you were...your nightmare." He trailed off. "Do you want to talk?"

There wasn't anyone named Stephen here. There'd never been anyone named Stephen here. Why was I having dreams about someone I'd never even…but his face. His face had been so familiar, how could I have a brother I hadn't met?

Though, as I thought about it more, I had met him. My memories from before seemed to be slowly coming back, but this was a face that I already knew.

Thomas.

It was him, it had to be.

And Thomas was currently stuck overnight in the Maze.

"Sam?"

Darkness creeped back into my vision. It was too much at once, the knowledge of the connection I now knew I had to Thomas paired with the idea that I might never see him again, and so soon after I'd found him, after we'd been reunited. It was too much.

"Please respond." Newt's voice begged,

"It's okay." I breathed, slipping back into unconsciousness. "S'okay."

I woke up and immediately left the room. I had to be at the doors when they opened, I had to know if Thomas was alive. Heading straight for the entrance, I found myself in a large group as we all waited anxiously by the west doors.

Newt arrived a minute or so later, coming up to me immediately and clearly planning to discuss my nightmare, but seeming to think better of it when the Doors began to open, the noise loud and ominous.

Thomas had to come back. He had to. They would come back, right? They were fine. Minoh, Thomas, and Alby were all strong. Minoh knew the Maze like the back of his hand, he could guide them. They could have saved Alby, that was possible, right? They were fighters. All of them had to come back. I stared ahead, waiting. Newt stood by my side, grimly watching the doors.

"Are you...are you sure you're alright?" He finally said. "I mean, nothing about this is alright, of course. I just meant...last night. You were terribly shaken up, Sam. I'm just worried about you."

"It's not me you should be worried about." I pointed out. He scowled, but glanced back at the doors that had finally opened all the way. Probably deciding we could talk later. After all, we had more serious things to deal with right now.

"Promise you'll tell me once we know they're alright." Newt said. I hesitated.

"Newt, I-" I stopped.

The doors had opened to an empty corridor. My heart sank as I leaned into Newt.

"They're….I...they-they can't…"

Suddenly, I saw movement around the corner. It was faint, distant. But someone was coming. Had they made it?mNewt seemed to see the same thing I was seeing and he grabbed my arm, squeezing it.

It was Thomas and Minho. They had survived the night!

The two Runners collapsed onto the grass as soon as they made it through the doors. Thomas and Minho fell into the Glade and struggled to catch their breath. Newt and I stared at them in wonder-no one had ever survived a night in the Maze. It was unthinkable. Thomas and Minho had...but it was only them, I realized. Alby hadn't made it through the night. Which, even though I don't know why let myself think he would make it after being stung, was terrible to think about.

Newt reached over and squeezed my hand before kneeling in front of the two Runners.

"What happened?" Newt demanded. "How on earth did-"

"Alby…" Minho cut him off with a gasp. "He's...he's…"

"I know." Newt put his hand on Minho's shoulder. "It's...Minho, you don't know how glad I am that you made it out. I don't think I could've handled losing both of you in one day."

But Minho shook his head, coughing. Instead, Thomas finally spoke.

"We have to save Alby." Thomas managed.

Newt's face drained of color instantly. My mouth fell open as I stared at them.

"Alby's alive?" Newt choked out.

"Hopefully. Just follow us." Thomas said.

Minho and Thomas turned to head back in, Newt and I following close behind. Then I realized. In all the suspense, I had forgotten the whole reason I'd felt so sure they were alive.

As the boys moved forward, I grabbed Thomas' arm. Thomas stopped, turning. Newt and Minho stopped too, but I waved them ahead.

"Find Alby." I urged. "I need to have a talk with Thomas."