n=Now the moment you've all been waiting for...

*drum roll*

Newt and Skylar! They finally meet! Again.

Yay:)

disclaimer: no matter how much I wish I'm still not the owner of the maze runner series. James Dasher wrote all the books and owns all the characters, except Sky.

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On with the Story...

Chapter 19 - Reunions and Realizations

Finally, we stopped and I was sent to get firewood. As I was walking back I thought of Newt. He would have loved to be free. Hopefully, now he was.

Crack!

"Who's there?" I turned in all directions. "I mean it, who's there!?"

A figure emerged from behind a large tree. "Don't go bloody crazy. It's just me."

I squinted in the little light. My eyes must be seeing things. It couldn't be Newt. I saw him jump. "No..." I trailed off, getting a better look at the boy. He looked just like Newt. My Newt.

"It can't be..." I whispered. He heard my voice in the dead silence of the night. He stared at me with the same intensity that had always been in his eyes. "You're dead!" I shouted, hoping he would go away when I finally admitted the fact that Newt had died nearly a year ago.

I was getting hysterical. I felt my pulse quicken. I could feel my heartbeat. Within all the shock and fear there was the lingering feelings of guilt and a bit of hope.

"I could say the same to you." He said coldly.

I shook my head. No, this was just a mirage. It couldn't be Newt. Could it?

"No. I saw you. You died..." I trailed off not sure anymore. My heart felt like it was in my head it was beating so loud.

"And you never came back."

I started to shake. I couldn't take it. "Are you a ghost? Are you here to haunt me and remind me of my guilt?!" I was getting panicky. My breaths weres coming out in gasps.

Whoever this was they sure knew how to play with my emotions.

...

Minho came into the clearing. "What's taking so long..." He looked at the boy claiming to be Newt. "Newt why are you just standing here?" The boy didn't get an answer. Minho took to waving his hand in front of the boy's face. "Glade to Newt! Newt!"

I couldn't take it anymore "stop! Stop it!" I had dropped the wood and was now crouching down with my hands over my ears, breathing heavily. "Stop! It's not him! He's gone!"

Minho looked at me oddly while the boy broke out of his daze. "Minho, do you know who this is?" The boy's voice was still cold. Colder than I had ever heard.

Minho shook his head, irritation etched on his features. "'Course I have no idea who it shuckin' is ya shank! It's pitch black out. Can't even see my own hand. How would I be able to see a shuck girl..." He had turned to look at me, waving his hands to emphasize his point. But he stopped mid-sentence. The moon hit my face, illuminating my features.

"Sky?" I had never heard Minho this quiet before. It broke me from my denial.

"That's not Newt!" I shouted a hint of hysteria laced my words.

"She is not Skylar!" He shouted, pointed at me accusingly.

Minho looked at us, crossing his arms. "And why not?" He obviously thought this was funny because he was smirking.

"Bloody hell Minho, this is not funny. She can't possibly be Skylar. Sky is dead. Has been for a year! She died in the bloody maze!"

My shouts mixed with the boy's. "For Pete's sake, Minho. This is not the time for jokes! Newt's dead! Has been for a year! He can't possibly be Newt I saw him. He died! And it's all WICKED's Fault!" My voice had started to crack. I had been standing but the emotional toll this confrontation was taking on me made me weak in the knees. I slid down the trunk of a tree.

Minho continued to smirk. "Okay, I'll leave you to discuss things but you have to promise not to kill each other. I'll also take the wood. It's shuckin' freezing." He walked off not waiting for a response.

...

The boy and I glared at the retreating figure. I heard him mutter the same thing as me. "Slinthead.." We looked at each other as I tried to control my heavy breathing.

The boy and I stayed in a tense silence. I had my head against a tree. I was just starting to control my breathing when the boy spoke.

"What did you mean when you said you saw it? What's it and how is WICKED connected?"

I sighed, still not in the mood to be pleasant. I closed my eyes, ignoring the boy who mocked me just, by sitting across from me. "That's what I meant. WICKED caused it. End of discussion." I replied curtly.

He persisted, his voice less cold but still with a hint of anger. "But what is It?" I didn't answer.

He preceded to do this really annoying humming. It grated on my nerves. It reminded me of when Newt would whistle just to annoy me.

"Fine! I'll tell you. Just stop bloody humming!" He had the audacity to laugh. I huffed before realizing what I said.

A tear rolled down my face just remembering it. I didn't look at the boy as I spoke. I looked into the woods

"I saw it." I paused, taking a deep breath and collecting my thoughts. I didn't like to think about that day. "I don't know what's worse...Knowing if your loved one is dead or not knowing and hoping they will someday be with you again."

I opened my eyes. The boy had his head tilted, listening intently to my story. I looked away.

"I saw it. The whole thing..." I stopped to take another calming breath. "I had been taken by Wicked. All my friends thought I was dead. I knew they'd think that. I never returned from the maze. And no one survives the maze at night. That guilt ate away at me the whole time I was with Wicked. It still eats away at me..."

I noticed that the boy seemed less tense, more defeated. It was as if he'd been told the worst thing in the world. "I wasn't in charge of the viewing room. I only knew I had to see him because I'd heard some Doctors whispering. I snuck into the rooms and controlled the camera. I still can't decide if I should have done it..." I shot him a bitter smile. A weight seemed to lift from me. I plowed ahead, telling this boy who looked like my lost love the story of my greatest regret.

"It took a while for anything to happen but I knew when it did. His thoughts were depressed and he was climbing. He got about eighty feet up." I brushed away a tear. I didn't want to cry, not now. "I still remember his last thoughts. He hoped to see me and my brother again...I cried as he jumped...I knew he was dead as soon as I heard the landing."

I brushed another tear away, no longer caring if I cried in front of this boy. I didn't care anymore. I was finally letting everything out. "I ran after that. I knew I had to leave. I packed and after some planning was able to escape WICKED's clutches." I looked at the boy again. He looked as pained as I felt.

"Even after a year I still don't blame him. It would be an insult to his memory if I were angry at a dead guy but I, not once, blamed...him." I let the tears roll down my face, all the uncertainty and guilt burst through my walls. With him just sitting there my heart felt like it would shatter if he was an imposter...

I felt hope grow, even as I tried not to get my hopes up. I couldn't imagine Newt surviving that fall but weirder things had happened to us.

...

We sat in silence with only our cries breaking it. I quieted after a while. He'd wiped his eyes a little before I got myself back under control. Somewhere in between crying, we'd moved within an inch of each other.

He looked so much like My Newt that it hurt. I just hiccuped on occasion now. "I want to believe that it's you. So much that my heart hurts." I looked deeply into his eyes; a brown that showed the inner pain he was going through just by being near me. "Tell me...tell me the last thing I said to you...please..."

The boy, Newt stared into my eyes. He didn't waver or hesitate in his answer. "You said, 'I promise.' You promised me you'd return." A few tears made their way down his face.

I brushed them off gently as he spoke: "Can you tell me that last words I said to you?"

I nodded slightly, brushing my own tears away. "You said that you loved me." One tear rolled down my face.

...

"Newt" I whispered.

He leaned his forehead against mine. "Skylar." He breathed.

We learned in at the same time and our lips met.

The kiss was full of passion, love, and longing.

It had been a long year apart. Too bloody long if you ask me.

We both thought the other dead. Killed in the most brutal ways. But now, now we were reunited.

And we would never be separated again.

And now Newt and Skylar are finally together. Yay...

I hope you liked the chapter. I know it's not the typical reunion, especially with how calmly Minho took Sky's sudden reappearance but it's Minho. I think he likes to be calm all the time; try to keep his cool. You know?

All I realized that the kiss was probably more than a little awkward. Especially since they hated each other in the beginning of the chapter but I felt that this chapter needed them to kiss. Makeup and reassure that their love was still there. You get me?

anyway, keep reading and reviewing. I'll try to have another chapter up soon

Later Gladers...