Author's Note: Hiiii! :) Thank you so much to everyone who read, reviewed, followed and added this story to their favorites. It really means a lot :) This chapter's a bit short, but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless! I will try to post another update soon :)

Disclaimer: The setting, the characters (except for Charlotte and Dr. Ackerman) belong to James Dashner. No copyright infringement intended.

"Charlotte… Char… Charlie…" the girl groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and she tried to hold back a scream when her gaze met a pair of large blue eyes.

"Holy hell!" she abruptly sat up, her eyes anxiously darting around the enclosed space. She turned to look at the man who had waken her and snapped, "Who the hell are you?!"

"First of all, you've got a really loud voice, mind toning it down a bit, sweetie?" the stranger smiled, seemingly unaware of the teenage girl's panicked state. "You don't need to know my name right now. Just that I saved your life."

The girl remained silent, so the man opted to continue, "I know you don't trust me yet, but I need you to do me a favor, in exchange for me saving your life."

She contemplated his words for a bit. "What favor?"

"Dude, would you just sit the shuck down? You're starting to make me feel nervous. I don't do nervous." Minho snapped at his best friend. He pushed himself away from the door frame and walked towards Newt. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's going to be fine. Just trust Clint and Jeff on this one, okay?"

Newt avoided Minho's gaze. He brought his hand up to his lips and began chewing on his thumb nail nervously. "I know, I know. It's not that I don't trust them, Minho, but I just…" Newt dropped his hand to his side, his gaze never leaving the brown haired girl laying on the bed. "I know I might sound bloody insane by saying this but it feels like I know her. I just do."

Minho pursed his lips, gaze traveling towards the unconscious girl. "Are you talking about that girl you've been dreaming about? Do you think it's her?"

Newt inhaled sharply. "I don't bloody know what to think, Minho."

"It'll be really interesting if she turns out to be that girl from your dreams though." Minho said with a wide grin. "My little Newtie will finally get some love!"

Newt rolled his eyes. "This isn't the time for jokes, you slinthead."

Minho raised his arms in defense. "Just trying to lighten the mood, bud."

At his friend's words, Newt smiled slightly. The blonde boy cleared his throat and began fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket, something Minho noticed. Newt was acting strange for some reason.

"Alright, spit it out, slinthead." Minho folded his arms across his chest, making Newt turn to face him.

"What?"

"I know something's bothering you. You say you think you know her. Where's that coming from? I know you, Newt. You wouldn't think that way if you don't have any solid proof."

Newt pursed his lips into a thin line. He was contemplating if he would tell Minho about the note or not. He had shown Alby, it was his duty to. But Alby asked Newt not to say a word to anyone else just yet, opting to have a gathering and ask the girl about the note once she's conscious.

"Newt…" Minho dropped his hands to his sides, taking a step closer to his friend.

"She had a note with her." Newt began. "She had a note with my name written on it."

Minho's raised his eyebrows in surprise. "She what?"

"I don't know anything, I really don't." Newt's voice was shaking. "Alby asked me not to tell anyone yet, especially Gally. You know how he gets. Bloody shank's already had it up to his head when he found out we got a girl this month…"

"Alby's thinking Gally might want you banished. He'll blame you for the sudden change." Minho concluded. "Well that's never gonna happen, not when I'm around."

Newt smiled faintly. "Thanks, Minho."

"No problem." Minho shrugged. "So you don't plan on telling anyone about this?"

"Alby will be holding a gathering once the girl wakes up." Newt answered. "We'll ask her what she knows. We'll tell the Gladers then."

"Good that."

Newt then realized something. "Aren't you supposed to be out running?"

Minho's eyes widened and he started to panic. "HOLY SHUCK! I lost track of time. Alby's gonna kill me."

Newt's shoulders began shaking, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Best runner my ass."

Minho glared. "You shut up." Minho grabbed his knapsack and hoisted it over his shoulder. "We'll talk about this when I get back. Don't tell Alby I went out late."

"I promise." Newt grinned. He motioned for Minho to leave. "Now, go."

Minho waved at him then left the small cottage.

Newt shook his head at his friend's antics before looking back at the unconscious girl. With furrowed brows, Newt examined her features. Her skin was slightly tanned, her brown hair falling over her shoulders delicately. Her eyes were still closed, and Newt had the sudden urge to know what color they were. Her lips were chapped, which could only mean that she was dehydrated.

Shaking his head, Newt stood up to get her a glass of water. He was sure she would ask for it when she wakes up.

"Newt!"

Newt whipped around to meet the panicked eyes of Jeff. He plunged the shovel he was holding on the ground and rested his elbow on the other end. He shifted his weight slightly.

"What is it, Jeff?"

"The girl," Jeff breathed out. He bent down slightly and let his palms rest on his knees. "She's awake."

Without missing a beat, Newt made a run for the Homestead. His heart rate noticeably increased, but he had a hunch it wasn't because he was tired. His injured leg hurt slightly, but he chose to ignore it, wanting to get to the Homestead as fast as possible.

As he was nearing the distorted looking cottage, Newt could hear the wild screams of the girl. The high pitched sound sent goosebumps down his arms and legs, but he wouldn't let that stop him from entering the place.

"Newt!" Clint exclaimed as soon as the blonde boy entered the Homestead. Newt noticed he was having trouble holding the girl down, so he rushed to his side and tried to hold her down as well. Clint's wide eyes met his gaze. "She won't stop screaming."

"Jeff, hand me that cloth." Newt bobbed his head to the side.

Jeff quickly grabbed the white cloth that was dangling on the edge of the bed and handed it over to Newt. Newt swiftly grabbed the cloth and placed it in between the girl's mouth, causing her screams to be muffled. He then went back to holding down her arms, while Clint pressed her legs down. They struggled for a while before Alby entered the Homsetead.

"What the shuck is going on here?!" Alby exclaimed furiously, looking at Newt for answers. Clint avoided his gaze.

"Bloody girl won't stop screaming." Was Newt's curt response. He didn't know what else to say.

Just as they were about to give up, the girl finally stopped screaming. She let her hands and feet drop, and her head rolled to the side. Her eyes were now shut.

"What… what just happened?" Jeff asked.

"I have no idea." Clint replied. "The only time I've seen someone act like this is when they're going through The Changing. I don't see any marks on her, so I doubt she was stung before she was sent up here."

Alby looked at Newt pointedly. "We're having a gathering tonight."

"But I thought we would wait until she woke up?" Newt tried his best to steady his voice.

"I changed my mind. We have to talk about this – now." Alby stated firmly. "Something is seriously wrong with this girl. We need to prepare ourselves in case she lashes out again."

Newt looked down at his feet and nodded. Deep down, he knew Alby was right. Something was wrong with the girl.

A middle aged man sat in front of the monitor, his eyes glued on the screen as he observed the unconscious girl. He propped his elbows on the white table and leaned forward.

"She seems to be fighting off the serum." He spoke. "Just hang in there, Charlie. We're all rooting for you."