DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Maze Runner Series so you may not hold me responsible for the death of many beloved characters. That is all James Dashner. I do, however own the plot and Leah.
A/N: I know that there isn't a lot of action going on so far, and I 'm sorry but I feel like I need to get you guys comfortable with who my characters are. I am going to ask you to review and give me suggestions about what you want to happen. Also, I'm curious to see what you guys think about Leah. Like her? Hate her? Please review, it would help me decide what to do with my characters!
"We don't know. I just…shuck it. Ugh! No one knows a single thing and it's like the beginning all over again!" Newt muttered angrily. Well, he didn't really mutter it. But he didn't yell it either. That's the thing 'bout Newt. Rarely ever raised his voice, that one. He's a pacifist, always trying to keep the peace. That was what caused the Incident. But that's another story. I grimace sympathetically at him. "S'alright to not know sometimes Newt. Besides, I'm sure that the Creators have some new grand plan or something." I say as I shift to find a more comfortable spot on the table. Boy, was I regretting the choice of sitting there. I originally did it to annoy Alby but he wasn't here. Something 'bout the 'second Greenie of the Month'. Apparently, there was something special 'bout him. Minho had a super mischievous grin on his face when he told me. The others had left 'cause Minho had told them that we needed some time to catch up. In the Glade, I have almost the same status as a Keeper. Newt glanced up at me and chuckled. I shot him a glare. "You know, you could be less stubborn and stand like a normal person 'cause I'm pretty sure that Alby won't be showing up." Glancing to my left and right, I carefully slipped off the table as if I actually cared that someone could see me being 'non-stubborn'. The door to the hut slips open and Minho slides in with someone in tow. I lightly curse under my breath (I mean, c'mon, I just got off the table) and Newt sends me a warning glare before I see that it's not Alby. "Chuck!" I yell happily before flinging my arms around the shoulders of the youngest Glader. Last time I visited, Chuck arrived. I sort of helped him fit in, seeing as he was about my age. The other Gladers teased me relentlessly about it.
"Er…hi?" he said back nervously. I suspected that he may have had a slight crush on me. I grinned back. "So nice to be back! Have you gotten shorter?" I asked seriously. Minho scoffed, "Darling, you just want to feel better 'bout being the little person that you are. Seriously, like, you're about as tall as my ankle. Give or take." I break away from the hug to glare at him and notice that the new-old Greenie is also in the room. "Thomas right?" I ask, trying to ignore the niggling feeling in the back of my head. Something is just...familiar 'bout that guy. Where have I seen him before? He nods. I smile at him. Must be one of the strong but silent types. I turn back to Newt. "You were saying?" Suddenly Minho interrupts and mutters something about needing a word and drags Newt away. They stand, shoulders hunched, close to each other, obviously arguing about something.
"Remember to get a room if things get serious. You should have dealt with the domestics at home, boys! We still have young and innocent minds in this room," I call out. Minho turns around briefly to give me a quick smirk. I roll my eyes but feel a slight pang in my chest. I wish I could say that I considered myself to be one of those "young and innocent minds". I wasn't though. Too much had happened.
~TMR (Minho's POV) ~
"Are you sure we should tell her?" I blurted out as soon as we were out of Leah's earshot.
Newt raised an eyebrow. "Why not? It's what we always do, isn't it? What's changed?' he asked suspiciously. I held back to the urge to roll my eyes. Newt was usually really calm but if he ever thought that someone was threatening his precious little 'babies', he would blow up (We always teased him about it, calling him 'Momma Newt').
"I am not calling her a traitor or anything like that shuckface. I just don't think she needs to worry 'bout all this klunk. She's still a kid you know," I pointed out. Newt took a deep breath and rubbed his face in frustration.
"Well would do you think we should do? She knows that something is going on and can always tell when we're lying. Anyways, if she found out that we lied to her, she would torture us over it. Remember what happened the last time we lied to her?" He asked. I shuddered. Leah happened to be an ace at pranking people, which gained most of the boys' respect. Mostly because they'd hate to be on her bad side. Suddenly, Leah calls out "Remember to get a room if things get serious. You should have dealt with the domestics at home boys! We still have young and innocent minds in this room, " I turn around, giving her a quick smirk. I noticed that her face fell slightly afterwards. I knew what she was thinking. She didn't consider herself to be innocent. That is exactly the way I want you to stay. Young and to the the slinthead who took care of her, she lost her childhood. I look at Newt and I can see the pain I feel reflected in his eyes. I've known Newt for a long time, and I know that we've been forced to be the mature ones over the years. I don't want that to happen to Leah. I sigh and clench my fists, "With the slintheads at WICKED, I don't really think that we can do much," Newt nods, silently agreeing with me.
A/N: As previously mentioned, please review or PM me! I want to know what you guys think, but I'm not going to stop writing or anything, I just want to know what you guys want to see happen. Do you ship anyone? Do you like Leah? Is she a good character?
I would like to mention that this story is on a temporary hiatus. I'll be traveling over the summer (yay!), the bad news is I'll be on a 3 month internet ban (que the horrified gasps). I'll be back in August (the 10th or earlier). Bye for now guys, I promise I'm not abandoning you!