I got some requests wanting the Glader's to meet back up with Newt and Angel, so here it is lovelies! I didn't want to do a sequel so I just added chapret. Also, a while back (A very while back) I got several requests to do a Katniss x Finnick fanfic so I began that(Finally)! Yay! though it hasn't been updated in a while.

I was literally shaking writing this, I was just so happy to be writing this again. Anyway, hope you like!

"Hayden! Hayden! Come back you little shank!" I sprint through the brush after the quick five year old with Delilah close behind. Looking around, we find the child completely vanished from our view. I look at the panting girl next to me "How can a child so small be so quick?"

Delila shakes her head "I have no clue, but when Mom and Dad find out we're dead." We were supposed to be watching after Hayden while Alea and Bon went to town. But we were failing miserably.

After the cure swept the globe a year ago, cities began to be reconstructed. Though the people of our village decided to stay away from the city because we liked it better out in the quiet woods. From our place, it took two or three days to get to the city we all used to live in. After the construction began, we decided to move further out, so far that we couldn't hear the loud sounds of machines and people. I liked it out here. It was nice being away from people. I could never truly get over everything what I had seen over the years, with the cranks, and WICKED. Though good things had happened since we moved. Once I turned nineteen, Alea and Bon allowed me to marry Newt, and we were currently living happily together.

"Angel, are you sure you should be running in your state?"

I roll my eyes "Michel said that since I was running daily before, I can still run. As long as I'm safe and don't fall on my stomach."

Delilah's face pales "You've fallen three times! Will the baby be ok?!" she runs over and holds my still flat stomach. "I'm so sorry you have a ridiculous, careless mother my niece or nephew."

I pat the girl's head and sigh "I haven't fallen on my stomach! Besides I'm not even a month in, I'm fine! Now let's go before Hayden gets too far, the little slinthead is gonna get the klunk beat outta him when I get him."

Delilah laughs and stands, pointing to the left "Ok I go this way and you go that way, cool?"

I nod "Good that."

"Be careful you careless woman!"

We run off in different directions, searching for the child. After running a while, I glance around the woods and catch sight of a short, dark haired little shank not too far off. Jumping at my chance, while the child was currently preoccupied. Taking quiet steps, I sneak up and grab the child "Gotchya you little slinthead! Imma grill you once we get back you shucking shank!"

The five year old giggles and cries cutely "Angel! You found me!"

I set him down and playfully glare into his big grey eyes "Oh you think this was a game you little shank? You had me and Delilah running all around the woods trying to find your little klunker!"

He giggles "Klunker! Klunker."

I grab his hand and walk through the brush "Oh hush up, you're in trouble. Now let's go find Delilah."

He giggles and runs off "Sissy! Sissy!"

I give chase, chastising the child as I go "Quit making me run you little shank!"

We run for a while, me somewhat far behind Hayden. How a child his age could run so fast was beyond me. I slow when I see him staring off at a butterfly. An idea comes to me and I smirk, sprinting past him and laughing like a crank "Catch me now ya little slint-"

My body makes impact with a firm object, sending me back on my rump. I look up, expecting to find Newt or one of the other men from the village, but instead see a shadowed figure staring down at me. A scream rips through my throat as I scramble back, grabbing Hayden protectively.

"Angel?" The soft, airy whisper catches the scream in my throat as I look up at the man in front of me.

"Minho?" I gasp, setting Hayden down beside me and wobbly stand, saying again a bit louder in utter shock "Minho? I-is that you?"

A smile creeps across the asian man's face as he nods "Yeah, it's me you shank."

I run to the man, hugging him as tears spill down my face and onto his shirt. "Minho! Minho! I thought I'd never see you again!"

"How'd you get away from WICKED?" He hugs me tightly, burying his face in my hair "I thought we lost you in the Maze Angel. And Newt . . ."

Rustling sounds from behind us, along with the sound of a very threatening voice "Get the hell away from my sister!"

We pull away from each other and I look at Delilah, who had a good sized rock posed and ready to throw. "Angel, get over here."

I shake my head and walk over to her, taking the rock out of her shaking hand. "No, Delilah, it's ok. This is Minho, one of my friends." She stares at the man for a second, then walks over and punches him in the stomach "That's because I can't punch Angel in the stomach for scaring me," She smiles and takes the bent over boy's hand, shaking it "this is for," She looks at me "Wait how do you know this kid?"

"He's one of the Gladers."

She turns back to Minho "Then this is for keeping her safe all that time."

Minho nods and shakes her hand "Thanks."

Delilah smiles and I walk back over to Minho, but turn back and say "Bring Hayden back and get Newt for me will ya?"

She nods and sprints off "Ok! Be right back!"

I look back at Minho to see his sad expression "Angel, I got something to tell you."

I tilt my head "What is it?"

He looks at me sadly "Newt, Newt's dead Angel. He got the Flare, and, he got-"

"Yeah, I know he got the Flare, and I know he got shot, but I saved him. He's alive."

Minho stares at me in disbelief "H-how could you save him? There's no cure, and he was shot!"

I frown "You haven't heard?"

"Heard what?"

I sit Minho down and tell him everything. From me getting out of the Maze to how I found Newt and created the cure. Smiling over at Minho, I hug him again "I missed you Minho. I was so worried about you."

He hugs me back, letting out a long sigh. Rustling sounds close by and a male voice says "Hey Minho, did you find any- who's that?"

We look up to find a tall boy with dark hair staring down at the two of us from a tree near by. Memories flash through my mind of the day I found Newt, shot. Anger bubbles up in me as I realize that it was this boy who had shot Newt. This boy who had almost killed the man I love. Jumping to my feet, I sprint over and tackle the boy, punching him square in the jaw.

"You shot Newt you shank!" I screech as I throw another punch down onto his face.

"The bloody hell? Get off of the shank love!" Strong arms pull me back by my armpits. I struggle and try to kick the boy, but am held up like a ragdoll.

"Angel! What did Michel say about getting into fights like this? At this rate you're going to kill our kid! Now slim it and quit thrashing around!"

I stop moving as tears come to my eyes. Newt sets me on the ground gently and wraps his arms around me, stroking my hair "Oh come on love, quit crying. I still have to talk to these bloody shanks which I haven't seen in, how many years? One? Two?"

"Two." Minho says.

I sniffle and slowly release Newt, who pats me on the head like a dog and coos "Good girl, now say sorry to Tommy."

I growl and stare at the boy menacingly. Newt sighs and looks at the Tommy shank "Sorry about her, she's kind of moody and violent right now."

"Hasn't she always been moody and violent?" Minho laughs.

Newt nods and walks over to the boy, bringing him into what Delilah called a bro hug. He does the same to the Tommy shank, to my dismay. I cross my arms and glare at the dark haired male, trying to kill my husband how dare the slinthead?

Newt sees how uncomfortable I was making the shank and takes my hand, leading me, of all places, over to the nervous looking boy. "Thomas, this is my wife; Angel, Angel, love; this is my friend, Thomas. Now quit making that face before I get Rea to feed you that green crap again."

At the sound of that disgusting mush that was supposed to be good for pregnant woman, I put on a sweet smile and nod to Thomas "Hi."

"Wife huh?" Minho growls. "So you moved in on here while the rest of us were gone, you shank."

Newt laughs as Minho slowly, intimidatingly walks over to him "And I heard something earlier. Something about your kid?"

Newt laughs nervously "Yeah, um, Angel's - we're - she- she's going to have a kid."

Minho tackles the blond "You got her pregnant while we were gone too? You shank!" The asian shakes Newt's shoulders in mock anger mixed with real anger. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Thomas standing there, staring at Newt. I turn to him and growl "What are you staring at shank?"

The boy looks at me with glossy, sad brown eyes "I thought I killed him." All the anger I felt towards the man fades as a tear streaks down his face. "I thought I killed my best friend."

I smile slightly and pull him into my arms, petting his dark hair as he begins to cry. "It's ok, I got to the shank before anything bad could happen." I say in a soft, mothering tone that I use when talking to the crying children in the village. He wraps his arms around me like a child and sobs "But I still did it."

I pull away from him and wipe the tears from his face "Oh hush you shank, the man asked you to. You wouldn't be a good friend if you didn't! Now quit crying like a child, you're how old? Eighteen?"

Newt pushes Thomas away from me, pulling me close and saying in a warning tone "What are you doing touching my girl?"

I pat Newt's chest and sigh "Shouldn't you be happy that I'm not beating the klunk out of him?"

Newt sights "I guess so."

Minho laughs "Come on you shucking love birds, let's go."

Newt and I look up at our friend and say simultaneously "Where?"

"To see the others, where else?" He says with a smile.

Minho and Thomas lead us through the woods and to a village. Immediately my eyes search the people walking around, spotting familiar Gladers. Frypan walks by, pauses, then backs up, staring in disbelief at Newt and I. "Newt? Angel?"

Tears well up in my eyes as I screech "Frypan!" And run to apron clad man. I throw my arms around him as he stares at me in shock. "It's really you!" He hugs me back as Newt walks over. I let go and Newt pats him on the back "Hey Fry."

All the Gladers form a circle around us, some calling out my name and some calling out Newts.

"Well well well, it seems that the angel's back." A familiar voice says. Both Newt and I turn to see Gally. A smirk creeps across my face "I thought you'd show your face eventually you ugly shank."

Oohs and ahhs sound from around us as Gally laughs "Aw, no 'nice to see you' kiss?"

I place my hands on my hips and quirk an eyebrow "You never got a kiss from me in the Glade and you'll never get a kiss from me now you shuckface."

Sniggers sound from around us and Gally stalks over to me, but before he can get to me, Newt punches him, sending him stumbling to the side "Hello you bloody shank, nice to see you trying to sweep up on my girl."

"Slim it shanks." Minho laughs standing between the two.

Gally wipes the blood from his lip and smiles "Not like Angel is hisI."

Newt folds his arms over his chest and smirks "Well she is my wife, and she is carrying my child."

"Fuck you you shank!" One of the old Gladers comments as laughter rumbles around the crowd. Gally smiles and pats Newt on the back "Nice job you slithead." He leans in. "She like an angel in bed?"

Newt smirks and glances at me, feeling my glare, then nods "A feisty angel."

My mouth falls open as the bunch of shanks around us snigger.

"I'd beat the klunk outta the lot of you slinheads if I could! Now slim it before I throw you in a fire!"

The Gladers that knew me all pat me on the back, some giving me hugs. "We missed you Angel."

"Yeah, we all thought you were griever food." "We missed your body." "Newt cried when you got stuck in the Maze." "I did not you slinthead, now get over here so I can beat the bloody klunk out of you!"

Newt chases after the boy and I smile, tears streaming down my face "Shuck I missed you guys."

The sun begins to set and we sit around a large fire. Newt and I tell of our adventures and everything that had happened to us in the past two years. When we finish, the Gladers tell us about everything that's happened since Newt was gone. I got to meet several of the other Gladers that had come after me, and also a girl named Brenda, who I ended up becoming friends with quickly. Thomas looks at me as he pokes the fire with a stick "So you were in the Glade before most of us came in? Why didn't anyone say anything?"

"Because Newt would probably have thrown himself at a griever if we brought her up."

"And because the rest of us got too depressed if we did." Some Gladers pipe in.

"So how'd you get out?" Frypan asks.

"I stole a car."

Everyone laughs in disbelief and I nod "It's true, it was pretty easy to get out."
A rustling sounds from the bushes and we look over to see Delilah stumbling out of the brush. Her eyes scan the crowd and fall on Newt and I, glaring "You two are going to drive me into the grave! Especially you Angel!" She pulls out a waki "I found the two idiots."

She stumbles over and collapses down next to Minho, setting her head on his lap.

"Wha-" The blushing boy begins, but is cut off when Delilah waves her arm in front of his face.

"Shut it maze child, I'm tired, you're pretty attractive, and I'm currently frazzled so I'm going to use you as a pillow."

Minho blushed even more, making the gladers giggle. I missed this. I missed my friends, no, my family. My eyes travel over my old and new friends, then back at my beloved husband, and once, just once, I was grateful for WICKED. For bringing us all together. I lean back, onto Newt's chest as the sadness I had been carrying for the past three years lifted, bringing a relaxed smile to my face.

Newt looks down at me and smiles too "What's that look for?"

"I love my life." The blonde smiles and kisses me softly on forehead.

9 Months later~

I lie in the bed, Newt clutching my hand tightly as he looks at me "It's ok love. It's ok."

"Honey, quit freaking out. He'll come in a second." I say in an exhausted tone.

Michel steps into the room with our bundled up baby boy. He sets the peaceful looking newborn in my arms as Newt leaned in, staring at the child "He's so . . . small." Newt softly strokes the baby's face and smiles widely "What are we going to call him?"

I stare at the baby for a while "How about Garrett?"

Newt smiles widely and leans closer to the baby "Garrett, little Garrett. I like it."

Delilah rushes in dragging her husband, Minho, close behind, whisper-yelling "Where the hell is my new nephew?" Her eyes fall on me and she rushes over, peering at the small child. "He's soooo adorable." She looks at Minho with puppy dog eyes and he blushes as she pleads "Oh Minho, can we have one?"

Before the stunned man can even respond, Delilah turns back to me and begins to play with the baby's small hand "What's his name?"

"Garrett."

She brightens "Oh what a wonderful name!"

Minho bends over, peering at the sleeping baby, then looks up at Newt "Good job you shank."

Delilah jumps up, nearly colliding heads with Minho "Come on Minho!" She whisper yells again. He frowns as she drags him out of the room "Where to?"

"To make a baby of course!" He blushes again and the two exit the room.

"She's so spastic." I say, making Newt laugh.

Soon the room is filled with Gladers and family members, all wanting to see the baby boy. I smile at Newt and he smiles back "We did good love."

I nod and look back at the baby "Good that."

There was a lot of random filler stuff in this, sorry. I know Angel is probably too young to have a kid, 19-20 idk but I wanted her to have a kid with Newt so she did! Plus, the world has fallen apart and come back together so why not have a kid? I hoped you liked this! Comment any other fanfics you want me to do!

Oh! I have a deviantart account, which is the same name as now: AvitaCastalia. If you like Hetalia I have Arthur Kirkland art up, just one though, and I may begin posting fanfics on there too, once I figure out how too hahaha. Anyway! Thank you for all the support on this, I've really appreciated it! Audios my lovelies!