AN: Sorry for those of you who are following my other story and are just getting spammed. But if you've read the maze runner books and or seen the movies this book might appeal to you. If you're a Newt fan of course.

When I woke up I was alone in the long room. It was light out which meant it was the next day. Slowly I sat up my whole body ached, worse than I thought possible. I sat back down unable to move. Suddenly Jeff came into the room carrying a small amount of food.
"It's alright. I told Newt you weren't allowed to go to work today." Relived everything had stayed in place I rested. Grateful I took the tray of food but felt no interest in eating.
"Is everything okay?" I asked as the boy took a glass from the tray and sat down at the end of the bed.
"Fine. How are you feeling?"
"Sore," I said rubbing my tired joints
"Well, going into the maze will do that. Be thankful you don't have to do it again."
"It was stupid, I just hope Alby or Newt don't find out." Jeff got oddly quiet and looked away.
"They don't know do they?" I asked lurching forward my core ached like someone had punched me.
"I'm not sure. Newt said he knew but how much I don't know." I let myself fall back.
"Great, well I suppose he's told Alby by now if he knew."
"Again I don't know, but maybe he hasn't."
"I doubt it. If he himself broke a rule and nobody knew about he'd tell Alby." Jeff laughed and took a piece of bread from the tray and ate it.
"True. My advice just avoid the guy. You can't get in trouble if he can't find you." He said with a smile while he finished off the bread.
"Sounds like a plan."
I spent the rest of that day with Jeff he had me help fix up a few bits coming in with cuts and scraps. I got a few questions about my own injuries but managed to change the subject. Jeff told me occasionally to help him. Bringing me into the room Nick was strapped to the bed. By the end of the day, I had managed to keep moving and take my mind off the sore pain in my joints. It was getting late and I would need to go to dinner soon. So I went to the room where Jeff had been about to ask if I was going to collect the food. I entered the room where the boy looked down at Nick his face a mess of emissions.
"Jeff?" I asked gently putting my hand on the boy's shoulder.
"He's dead." Muttered the boy. He wasn't crying but he looked hurt and shocked like he thought maybe the boy really would turn around. I stepped forward and took off the restaurants folding the boys arms at his sides.
"I need to go get the others. You should go if you don't want to deal with them. There probably be a lot of yelling." I nodded and left the room Jeff just behind me. Down the loud steps I turned and went to my corner. It was untouched since the last time I was there the day before.
I grabbed a clean set of clothes that had been given to me and headed for the showers. I washed all the dirt and blood from my skin. I then got to work cleaning my clothes. I hung them to dry and went to find Chuck. The boy was in the dining hall no surprise there. He sat alone but looked uncomfortable. I grabbed a small morsel of beard and made my way to where he sat. I was greeted by a bright smile when I took up the seat across from him.
"I was wondering if you'd ever leave that room."
"Well, I'm out. Still hiding for the higher-ups, though." He looked down nervously.
"Newt kept asking questions today. Said he knew and wanted to talk. So I had to acutely work, to get rid of him." I laughed the thought of Chuck acutely doing work was a strange one. I looked around and most of the higher-ups were gone. Probably to deal with Nick. I wanted to tell Chuck but figured I better not. After dinner, we stuck to walking around but Chuck left soon to tried from actual work. I remained out by the forest, it was dark and I doubted anyone could acutely see me. So I felt safe hidden away from anyone I didn't want to see me. I lay down on the grass and rested my tired legs the sore pain of my joints starting to come back. Not wanting to make the trip back across the glade I lay back in the grass struggling to keep my eyes open. Suddenly I was back in the maze, running from a geriver but getting no further. Faster and faster but still nowhere. The giant blob of fat and skin and metal come over top of me, suffocating me, killing me.
I woke up suddenly, my clothes wet in a cold sweat. Heart racing palms sweaty. I was still out in the field by the forest. It was totally dark and the cool night air hung over me like a fog. I pulled myself to my feet and walked back to homestead quickly treading across the long distance of the land. I felt scared about ready to jump out of my skin. The feeling another geriver would somehow have made it inside. I looked at the old building it was still light on the upper floors. So was the kitchen. My doubts about anyone begin in there were great and I went inside to get some water in hopes to wash down my fear. Inside I found but one person sitting atop a table a glass in their hands. I felt relieved to realize it was Minho and no one else. I made my way to where he sat on the table.
"Hey, Greenie." He said with a yawn "What are you doing up?" He asked
"Can't sleep. Thought I'd get some water." I said taking up a seat beside him. He handed me the glass and allowed me to finish off the remanded of the water.
"Why are you up?"
"Nick." He said without any further explanation. He didn't look bothered but did seem tired.
"Is anyone else still up?"
"I'm betting everyone who knows. That's a limited list I hope."
"Has Newt said anything to you?" I asked looking at something across the room.
"He grilled me yesterday about you. Never seen him that worried should have seen his face when I told him you killed a geriver though." He said but I cut him off before he could finish
"You told him?!"
"I had to, he already kinda knew. Good news is he hasn't told Alby or anyone else yet." I dropped my head into my head. Why did he tell him? Now he knew and I didn't know what to do.
"If I'm telling you the truth I think he might have a crush on you." I looked up suddenly, shooting him a stearin glare. But then I smiled from the dumb look of surprise and fake hurt he gave me.
"What are you a fifth grader?"I said loosening up. "I'm just the dumb Greenie, that's the only reason he watches out for me."
"I wouldn't say that. Known him a long time, I've not seen him like this. Besides you're the only girl in the whole glade is it so hard to believe that he just might have a thing for you." I looked at him with a completely straight face.
"Yes, it is," I said before I watching him crack up.
"You knew I would never have thought we'd be friends after the stunt you pulled to get in the maze. But after I saw you kill that geriver though, I realized I didn't want you as an enemy." I laughed, it got quiet for a moment I couldn't come up with anything to say.
"So tell me something Greenie, is there any chance you have a thing for Newt?" I laughed again, this time, trying to hide the sudden pit that dropped into my stomach.
"No," I said looking out the door to the dark glad. Not dare to met his disbelieving gaze.
"You don't get to lie to me. I took you in the maze remember secret are safe."
"Yes but the second he asked you about it you told him everything didn't you?" I said looking at him sternly suppressing a laugh.
"Fair enough, but just tell me. We're friends after all."
"Alright. No, I don't have a thing for him. Honestly, I think he works the boys in the field too hard and piles on the work. I think he's nice when he's not my boss and the slightest bit attractive." I said crossing my arms over my chest. He got up from the table wide smile on his face,
"If you tell him I think you might share the same fate as that geriver." I said jumping down from the table. It felt wrong to almost gloat about the incident with the geriver but in the case it was acceptable.
"I won't tell him anything, but I might poke some fun."
"Bloody Shunk-face." I said I stepped down to and we walked back to homestead. He bolted up the stairs and I slowly crept past all the sleeping boys to my corner in the back. I nuzzled down in the sleeping bag, tired as ever. Thinking about my conversations with Minho I realized it was a good thing I was avoiding Newt. Things might be the slightest bit different now that I said my thoughts out loud.