Hi everyone, I'm so sorry for the wait. This is a short chapter, I wanted to add more but I suffered a lot of writers block on this one. Hopefully nd update will be out soon. Oh, also, when it's Green/Piper's POV then she will refer to her self as Piper, but the guys still see her as Green... for now. Let me know what you think, please! REVIEW PLEASE :)! Ok, on with the story... leaving off from Minho's little storm out.

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"So that's it, huh? You're over it, just like that? Thomas called as he stumbled out of the Homestead. Minho was a few yards ahead of him, storming towards the Map room with anger in each step. "Minho, I'm talking to you." Thomas tried again, but the Runner made no efforts to acknowledge his words; not even a glance backwards to recognise Thomas's existence.

The lack of loyalty was beyond infuriating. How could Minho abandon her so willingly?

Thomas growled in frustration. With clenched fists he and a subtle rage burning with in him he began jogging towards the Keeper. "You can't ignore me for ever."

"She's not my problem anymore Thomas." Minho finally spoke through grit teeth. "I've got an important job to do."

Thomas threw his hands up in the air with a groan, letting them flop to his side. "C'mon man, she's our friend. She needs our help. I'm sure people aren't going to be thrilled about her arrival. She's gunna need support."

"So give it to her." Minho replied with out turning around. He continued to walk briskly towards the Map room.

Thomas stopped. At that moment he could've punched Minho in the face. He wanted to scream at the Keeper for being so selfish. "How can you just shut her out?" Thomas demanded.

"I'm not 'shutting' anyone out." Minho replied with a shrug,"I just don't have time to be on 'Piper' duty." He spat out the word "Piper" like it was poison on his tongue. Even from a position behind him Thomas could see that Minho grimaced as he said it.

Oh God. Minho isn't a jerk... he's just emotionally unavailable Thomas thought as if it was the most obvious thing ever. Of course Minho wasn't a heartless "slinthead" lacking even a single speck of loyalty. Throwing names or punches wasn't going to solve anything, Thomas wanted to hit him where it really hurt; the once place that Minho kept hidden from everyone else.

"You liked her, didn't you?" He called.

Minho froze mid step.

Thomas instantly regretted his words. He got the sense that Minho didn't lose fights often and was a big fan of starting them. And quiet honestly, Thomas didn't think he could take the guy one on one.

"What'd you say Shuckface?" Minho hissed bitterly. He turned his whole body to face Thomas, puffing out his chest and clenching his fists.

Thomas swallowed hard. He couldn't show any signs of backing down. He had to do this for Green. "I said you liked her. Didn't you?" Did Thomas really think Minho liked Green? It was possible. No doubt he was at least physically attracted to her. She was undeniably pretty and being the first girl Minho had seen in several years she had no competition in his eyes. But was there anything more? Thomas wasn't sure, but he needed to get Minho's attention some how.

"Thomas, you klunk brained, shuckfaced, moron you don't know one lick of what's good for ya do you? You're just begging for a good ol' smack in the face, is that it?" Minho spat, stomping towards Thomas. "I used to think you were kind of brave but now I see you're just shucking stupid. I knew her for 12 shucking hours. We were strangers. I helped her and then she left. She's back now. Big whoop."

Thomas took a step forward himself to show that, if nothing else, Minho didn't scare him. "So why are you acting like a huge jerk? Seems to me like you've got your feelings hurt because she doesn't remember your name." He accused.

Minho rolled his eyes, "Oh grow up Thomas. I didn't like her and I'm not acting like a jerk. This isn't preschool where I pull some chick's hair to get her to play with me." He stuck a finger into his own chest, "I'm a busy dude. The Greenies aren't my problem and she's just another Greenie now. Let Alby deal with her."

"She isn't just another Greenie! No one else is going to treat her like one!" Thomas was beginning to brim with anger. Why couldn't he get Minho to understand?! Green wasn't going to be safe in the Glade, not without people to back her up. Gally and his goons had been begging for revenge since the moment she went down the box."We can help her remember us." He added, lowering his voice.

Minho smirked, folding his arms over his chest. "You go deal with her. Maybe she can be your girlfriend then."

Thomas frowned. "I thought you were a better person then this Minho. I don't understand why you're acting like such a slinthead."

"Yah, well I don't understand a lot of things. Deal with it shank." He spat as he turned back towards the Mapping hut.

"Green needs you." Thomas said quietly.

"She's Piper now." Minho responded with the same sound of utter disgust on his tongue.

Thomas sighed. He was done trying to convince Minho to be a good person. If this was his decision then so be it. "Whatever, I thought you would be happy that she was back."

"Wait. Who is back?" A thick voice asked from behind Thomas. Thomas turned, nearly smashing into a tall boy. As their eyes met he swallowed hard staring into the face of the last person he wanted to see right then.

Minho stopped walking away.

"Oh… hey Alby." Thomas trailed.

Minho was suddenly shoulder to shoulder with Thomas. "We were just talking about a dream this shuck keeps having." Minho said quickly. Sweat was already beginning to pool on Thomas's forehead.

The leader looked at both of the skeptically, trying to work out why the pair was acting so strange.

He shook his head, "Tell me what's going on. You said 'she's back', who were you talking about?"

Minho shrugged, "No one in particular. Just don't worry about it, alright?"

Thomas's eyes flicked up to the Homestead... maybe that was his mistake. Maybe it was the sweat or the poorly put together story or the fact the Minho and Alby had been fighting all week, but Alby pressed further.

"Stop fooling around you two. Tell me what's up."

Minho sighed, Thomas studied his shoes.

He looked up at Alby slowly, "You're not going to be happy."

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"How 'bout I go get us some grub?" Jeff asked Newt with a toothy grin. With Green asleep it seemed unnecessary to have both of them watching her. Of course, as a Medjack, Jeff probably should've been the one to stay but he was going a bit stir crazy. Newt could sense a bit of cabin fever brewing in Jeff.

"Good that. I'm bloody starving." Newt smiled in reply. "Take your time." He looked down at the girl lying peacefully on the bed next to him. Her golden locks were combed carefully behind her head. His lips couldn't help but upturn at the corners. Finally the girl was getting a wink of peace.

Jeff scurried out of the room, leaving Newt and Green alone in peace. The new silence was an odd thing to Newt's ears.

"Look like it's just you and me." He muttered to Green. Of course she didn't respond.

Slowly he pushed himself from the foot of her bed and scanned the room. It would be best to put away anything that she could us as a weapon; Green was no stranger to attacking people. Newt quickly stuffed a couple of clean syringes into a small box of bandages.

Hopefully Jeff wouldn't be to long. If someone were to come barging through that door Newt would be caught read handed; he didn't want to have to explain it all on his own. How long would it before Clint returned to take inventory for the night? Or some one came in with a cut? He couldn't protect her from Gally or Graham without help.

WAM! The door of the medic room swung open so fast Newt's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He instinctively backed up to shield Green from the intruder.

Newt's panicked eyes met Alby as the dark skin leader barged into the small room with Minho and Thomas right on his heels.

"Where is she?" Alby demanded.

"Alby keep your voice down." Newt ordered in his thickly accented voice. He stepped towards Alby and pressed his palms into his chest, stopping him from moving any closer to Green.

"Keep my voice down? Did a shucking griever prick ya Newt? You're hiding a shuck girl in the Medjack's room! What did you expect was going to happen? You could raise her in here until the damn Maze solved itself?"

"Slim it Alby, you don't understand." Minho said.

"Oh really? I don't understand? I don't think you guys understand how serious this is! What do ya think everyone else is gunna say when they find out she's back? And that you hid her?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he paced back and forth across the room.

"That's exactly it." Newt insisted in an attempt to justify their actions, "What if they attacked her Alby? She came up a few hours ago completely unconscious. We thought she was dead! If someone else had been there and decided to go ballistic on her she would've been a goner. We wanted to keep her hidden until we all came to an agreement on how we would address the others."

Alby's anger dropped, "and you didn't think to tell me because you I assume I'm one of the bad guys now, right?"

"Alby we were going to tell you. It's just…"

"We were on our way to find you when you found us." Thomas piped up.

Newt cringed at the obvious lie. Alby wasn't dumb and Thomas wasn't a good liar.

Still, Alby shook it off; his attention moved to Green. He stepped past Newt and towards the girl placed neatly on the clean Medjack bed.

"Shuck. She's really here." Alby whispered.

"She doesn't remember a thing though Alby. She's been calling herself Piper." Newt said.

Alby looked up, both eye brows raised to thick black arches, "Really?"

"Not a shucking clue." Minho spat with venom in his words.

Newt could see his friend's mind racing. He was at a loss to. If they told the Gladers there could be some sort of riot. If they said nothing then she would need to be kept a secret. How would they ever be able to integrate her into their world after everything that happened? Half of the boys would feel to guilty to look at her and the other half would hate her too much to look at her. Of course a human being wasn't exactly and easily kept secret either. They could stash her away somewhere in the deadheads, but who knows how much longer they'll be in the Glade?

Alby turned sharply on his heels, "We have a gathering tomorrow night to pick out Thomas's new job." Alby said throwing Thomas a glance, "We'll tell the Keepers then and let them decide. Until then I'm keeping you two on Green duty. Don't let anyone catch a look at 'er. Good that?" Ably said, looking to Newt and Thomas.

"Good that." Thomas and Newt repeated in quiet unision.

"And Minho, I don't want you sneaking off to come see the shankette instead of doing your job tomorrow." Alby bellowed.

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about that." The Runner replied in a low voice. He too turned on his heels and stormed out of the room once again, leaving with out so much as a backwards glance.

"What's his problem?" Alby asked.

Thomas shrugged and Newt studied his shoes.

"Whatever. Just keep her hidden." Alby grumbled before exiting the room himself.

Newt glance down at Green. "I just hope she makes this easy for us."

Thomas nodded, "Ya, me too."

Newt bit his lip. She was really back. His eyes lingered on her closed lids.

He was going to protect her.

I promise.