Okay… So I have a slight problem. After writing the last chapter with all the banter between Minho and Kat, I'm not to sure whether I should continue with this being a Newt x Kat story or whether I should change it to be Minho x Kat. Honestly I have no clue as I love both characters and can see potential in both of them with Kat.

So I need you guys opinions on whether I should choose Minho or Newt? If you have an opinion on who you want to be with Kat, then either just review or PM me.

Anyway onto the story.

DISCLAIMER: All of the characters and parts of the plot that you saw either in the movie or in the book, do not belong to me.

The second I got back, I was pulled into a death hug by Teresa.

"Oh God. Are you okay?" She asks me worriedly once she had finished hugging the life out of me. Nodding my head, I glance at the griever that was still in the corridor beside me.

"Its not a big deal", I say while shrugging my shoulders, "I mean if I had been forced into the glade then I might be questioning whether I'm okay, but I got away".

"I know you did… But I don't think you realise how close you were to the glade. You were literally one corridor away"

"Meh"

"Seriously? Don't downplay this Kat. If Thomas hadn't managed to boost some power into the dead headpiece, then things would've gone very differently"

Raising my eyebrows, I lean against the wall the my left, "Wait Thomas? You mean that lazy bum actually did something today".

"Very funny Kat", she says sarcastically.

Ignoring her I continue, "Wait he actually managed to scrape a few brain cells together to be able to send through a somewhat coded message. Good lord, what is happing to the world?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she turns and looks at the griever next to me, "So what's wrong with this one"

"Well, I not entirely sure yet but I think that perhaps some of its electrical circuits have either worn away or have become damaged somehow and that's what's causing it to working sometimes and sometimes not".

She nods at my explanation, "Yeah, that does make sense"

"Hmm. Actually I should probably go and work on fixing it"

"Now? What about lunch?"

"I had a big breakfast"

Flashing me a smile she sighs, "Only you Kat"

As I direct G4 to follow me (using the tracking device) I turn around so I'm facing her but walking backwards, "You know what, I gonna take that as a compliment"

"You do that"

Sighing I throw my screwdriver at the wall before slumping down into the seat next to me. I have been trying for hours to fix the electrical wires in this bloody griever but to no avail. You see, the problem is not that I don't know where the wires are or how to remove and replace them but that they are all internally connected to one another and so I do not believe that I'll be able remove the worn away wires and replace them without having to rewire the entire griever – which would take literally the rest of my day, if not longer.

And honestly that wouldn't be a problem (it is not exactly very hard work), except for the fact that I'm naturally a bloody lazy person and cannot be bothered spending my entire day on this 'project'.

"Frustrating?" Turning around from my position I see Chancellor Paige smiling at me from the doorway of the room. I furrow my brows in confusion (which she seems to ignore), what is she doing here talking to me in a lab?

"Just a tad", I say giving her a weak smile.

"It can be like that sometimes, this work I mean. But is it not that what makes it all worth it in the end when you get the results that you've, quite literally, being waiting for on your life?" She motions to the griever.

What on earth did that mean? "I suppose", I reply before getting up to grab the most likely dented screwdriver.

"It's just now… Well…"

"Well what? Chancellor, what is it?"

"Katrina, you know that its always Ava to you" I pause before nodding my head "We have an issue. Everything been going fine and steady in the maze, but it is proving to not be enough. If the situation stays the same to that of now, we may not have enough brain responses as such to build a cure or even find one"

I stare at her for a moment, trying to comprehend what she is saying. "All of this, its for nothing then? What about Thomas and Teresa? Them arriving is supposed to stir up a whole heap of responses. I don't get…" I trial off, not willing to think of a future without WICKED.

"It's not that simple. The two of them are supposed to concluded the tests and supply the last big responses. But currently even if that goes perfectly to plan we do not yet have enough responses"

"And there's nothing we can do – no way to stimulate some more responses before Thomas and Teresa arrive. We – We could postpone – them arriving, right?"

"That was my though too. But what or who would you suggest going into the maze?" Ava is closer to me now and I can see the faint outline of clenched fists in her dress pocket.

I find myself biting my lip trying to figure out what she mean in her last comment, "It sounds like you've already found someone to do the job"

She bows her head, "I have. You"

THIRD PERSON POV:

Minho stares sullenly at the now cold soup in front of him. Today had been extremely strange. He had somehow come across a girl in the maze. A girl for Christ's sake! And she was associating with a griever.

The Asian half expected himself to wake up and this all to be a strange dream brought on by a batch of mis-cooked food. But it seemed to be real enough.

"Hey" Minho looked up from his soup to see his closest friend in the glade, Newt, slide into a chair across from him. Nodding his head to the brit he sub-consciously lifted a spoon full of soup into his mouth before quickly spitting it back out. Cold soup was not tasty.

"Min, what's going on?" When he refused to answer, Newt threw his hands in the air before staring straight at Minho, "I'm not stupid, you know. I can tell that something is going on"

Minho stared back at him, a million thoughts racing through his head. Could he trust him? Of course he could but did he really want to? The blonde taking Minho's silence negatively opens his mouth to curse at him but before he could Minho sighed and pushed the disgustingly cold soup out of the way, making room for his self to lean of the table.

"I don't really know" It was hardly a lie. Minho had no idea what was going on and he had no idea how to tell his best friend. He hardly be like 'In the maze I bumped into a girl who was wearing fighting gear and had a griever following her around. I captured her and was bringing her back to the glade but she escaped with the griever. Also she knew my name'.

"Come on Minho. We've been friends, for what? Two, three years. You can trust me"

"Okay"

More of a filler chapter, but I hoped you enjoyed it! Please PM me or review with your opinion on Minho and Newt – I cannot continue otherwise! (Also I am very sorry if me being indecisive in my chose of who Kat is to be with is irritating you)