A week had pasted since Joanne's conversation with Minho about Grievers had occurred. In that time she grown even closer to Minho and come to enjoy his blunt but humorous personality. However, the same could not be said for her relationships with the other Glader's. Especially Alby….

Joanne understood the distance that Alby was keeping from her and how wary that he was about having her around. Having acknowledged that, she still didn't like that fact and constantly racked her brains to find a way to prove to him and the other Glader's that she was in the same boat that they all were….or at least she thought she was.

Minho was out running today, which left Joanne under Newt's watch. The had begun to make maps of each day that they spent in the Maze, but from what she could concluded from the little information she was given, they weren't finding anything substantial that could prove her innocence. They also weren't finding anything that condemned her either.

Joanne found it interesting being under Newt's guidance compared to Minho's. The two boys were so different in incredible ways, particularly in how they handled things and yet she knew that they would both make great leaders in any given situation.

"Annie?" a slightly accented voice broke threw her thoughts.

"hmm.." Joanne hummed, blinking a few extra times before coming back to reality

She already knew who was talking to her before even looking at him. Besides the slight hint from the accent, she knew that It was Newt because he'd picked up the habit of calling her Annie over the past few days. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not because all she'd ever remembered being called was Joanne, so the nickname sounded a bit off at times. However, she was starting to get used to it and Newt certainly did seem to be stopping this greeting anytime soon. No one else had really picked up on calling her by that name, so she figured that in the end it would be alright for Newt to call her Annie…it would just take a bit to get used too, she definitely didn't respond to it being called all the time.

"Are you alright?" Newt's head poked around the corner.

Currently they were working in a building that had been deemed the map room. Both of them were going over maps from previous days, trying any possible combination they could think of to get a result. So far they were coming up with nothing.

Joanne looked up from the pile of maps that surrounded her, "uh, ya, I'm alright… w-why?"

Newt walked into the room with a sweet smile on his face, "well, I called you a few times and you didn't answer, I was starting to worry that maybe something happened."

Joanne's eyebrows knit together and she smiled, "something happened? What is that suppose to mean?"

Newt shrugged but he was still smiling, "I don't know"

Joanne huffed threw her grin as she looked down at the map in her lap. As they'd only made this building the map room a few days ago, there wasn't much in it. No table, No chairs. This meant that Joanne was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor with the maps surrounding her.

Feet clanked against the squeaky floorboards as Newt come closer to where she sat.

"huh…" Joanne looked up at Newt and her gaze followed him until he was down and level with her.

His blue orbs were staring straight into hers. His hand reached up and touched her cheek, "I'm so glad you're finally smiling…"

Joanne's cheeks turned red under his hand and she looked away, causing his hand to drop but his smile continued. "come on, let's take a break"

Joanne looked back him and nodded, "good that"

Joanne couldn't quite be sure if when Newt did things like that, if it was in just a friendly way, or if it was something more…

Later that day the two decided that they should do something else. Newt was pretty sure that he was starting to get a headache from trying to figure this whole map thing out. There is only so many different versions of the same maze that one can look at before they start to loose it. He was pretty sure that Joanne was happy with his call on the matter as well. Over the few days that Newt had gotten to know Joanne, he's found that she in fact, didn't mind working. She seemed to get satisfaction out of helping out around the Glade and also, she was a hard worker. However, she never complained about what she was asked to do, he knew that she much rather enjoyed working outside then she did inside.

Newt had found them the tedious job of weeding were a garden would be placed. Last month, when supplies were brought up the elevator, a bag on mixed seeds came from the pile of stuff. Alby (actually it was more his own idea) figured that it would be a good idea to start a garden somewhere in the Glade, so that they could grow their own food.

As he pulled up weeds he found himself glancing up at his partner every so often. She had such a lovely face to look at, one that expressed her every emotion so easily. Not to mention she was simply pleasant company, she had a very kind heart. This fact played controversy with his mind. He new that he needed to listen to Alby and not trust her until they had proof that her hands were clean, but a part of him new that from what he'd seen, she could never have played such a devious roll.

Newt watched out of the corner of his eye as Joanne struggled with a particularly stubborn root. Her fingers wrapped around it and she pulled with all her weight. Her lips pursed together and creases were visible on her forehead. With one final tug the root broke and Joanne fell backwards, sending a burst of dirt into the air.

Newt couldn't help it, he tried, he really did, to muffle his laughter but it was no use. One hand still holding a green weed and the other holding his stomach, he began to laugh.

"Hey!" Joanne scolded, throwing her prized root at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. She sounded angry, but when Newt looked up he saw that bright smile on her face. "It's embarrassing, don't laugh!"

"I'm s-sorry" Newt managed to spit out as he began to gain control of himself again.

Newt sighed and whipped his eyes. It had been a long time since he'd last laughed like that…it felt good to be honest, to laugh, to really laugh. Not just some fake or forced sound, but a real genuine laugh.

Joanne sat up and brushed the specks of dirt off her shirt. It was good to hear Newt laugh…

Newt gazed at Joanne, his eyes still a little watery from his fit of laughter. She was still smiling, and he found it incredibly contagious. He crawled over to where she still sat, her hand ran threw the front of her blonde locks, pushing them off her face.

"Annie, I'm sorry for laughing.." Newt said still grinning, "it was just really cute"

"oh, well that really wasn't the effect I was going for" Joanne played along, giggling.

Newt slightly hovered above her, realizing now how close they were. Joanne fidgeted a little under him, he could see the red tinge forming in her cheeks.

I wonder if she'd pull away if I -

"Newt! Joanne! What the shuck is going on here!" A angry voice barked, Newt's eyes widened as Joanne turned to her left a slightly panicked look forming across her face.

Newt dared to look, but he already knew who it was, and that he wouldn't be too happy about this. Sure enough, Alby stood, towering above them, his arms crossed. Newt groaned, this is gonna suck.

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