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Melody's Secret

The Gathering had seemed to be quite pleasant but as soon as they had even stepped out of the hut, Gally had pulled all the girls away and started to scold them, Piper less than the others but it seemed that they had all had quite the ear-full when they left. All of Thomas' sisters were in bad moods. It seemed, however that as soon as they were in a ten mile radius away from Gally, that their cheerful moods had returned. Melody had skipped of happily to see Newt who let her into the Deadheads to have some "alone time" whilst Harmony had practically ran from one side of the Glade to the other to find Minho for another session of "alone time". It seemed that Piper was the only one who didn't need that since she was speaking to about ten different Gladers all at once, but it appeared that her focus was not fully on them since she kept on sending side-way glances at Gally. It was already uncomfortable enough with two of his younger sisters dating his friends but if his oldest sister went of with Gally of all the people in the Glade, Thomas didn't think he could handle it.

Suddenly, out of thin air, Newt appeared with Melody clutching his right hand with her left.
"Hey Thomas!" Melody beamed, her whole body practically radiating with happiness. It seemed her smile was infectious since Newt and Thomas both smiled too.
"Hey Mel."
Mel. Thomas thought, when did I call her that?"
His sister smiled even brighter but then remembered what she was about to say.
"Isaac and I are gonna show you another job option!"
"Gonna put ya with the Track-hoes today, Greenie. See if that suits your fancy more than slicin' up bloody piggies and such."
Thomas was sick of being treated like a baby, "Aren't you suppose to quit calling me that?"
"What, bloody piggies?"
"No, Greenie."
"No can do, Tommy. You going to be forever labled Greenie. Since Teresa is 'Girl In The Coma' and Piper, Harmony and I are 'Girl 1, 2 and 3.' That leaves only the Greenie spot up for you, Bro!" Melody grinned, Newt and Thomas laughed at her weird humour.

"What's a Track-hoe?"
"It's what we call the guys workin' their butts off in the Gardens-tilling, weeding, planting and such."
Thomas nodded in that direction. "Who's the Keeper?"
"Zart." Melody answered, "Nice guy so long as you don't slack on the job. He's the big guy that stood in front last night."
"How'd you know that?" Newt answered curiously.
"You'll find out soon enough."

"Oh and why did you leave your necklace and the collar? Speaking of the collar, how did you get it off?"
"Well, the metal attracts the Grievers, its how they find you to be honest and I'm a lot stronger than I look, I just can control it. Plus, you might wanna check out the quality of metal it's made of. Doesn't seem too strong that one. Plus," Melody said, clearing her throat. "The Grievers leave the collar on our doorstep every time. Gives me the willies like nothin' else!"
Thomas laughed, her impression of Newt was uncanny. But Newt muttered a "I don't sound like that." while Melody answered with a "Yes you do, but don't worry, British accents are cute." Which made Newt turn bright pink again.

"So tell me about the Runners." Thomas said suddenly. He didn't exactly want to witness Newt kiss his sister again and the words seem to pop out of nowhere. And becoming a Runner just felt like something he was born to do. Newt paused, looking confused. " The Runners? Why?"
"Just wondering."
Newt gave him a suspicious look. "Best of the best, those guys. Have to be. Everything depends on them." He picked up a loose rock with his left hand and tossed it, watching it absently as it bounced to a stop.
"Why are you one?"
Newt's gaze returned to Thomas, sharply
"He was." Melody jumped in again, "But he hurt his leg a few months back."
"Yeah," Newt carried on, "Hasn't been the bloody same since."
Newt reached down and rubbed his right ankle absently, letting go of Melody's hand for a few seconds as a brief look of pain flashed across his face. Newt grabbed hold of Melody's hand once again, but his hold was slightly harder, as if he thought Melody would disappear if he held on lighter. But the look that he had made Thomas think that it was more from the memory, not any actual physical pain he felt.

"How'd you do it?" Thomas asked, thinking the more he could get Newt to talk, the more he'd learn.
"Running from the Grievers, of course!" Melody answered again, by this point Newt probably thought that she was pyschic.
"Yeah, almost got me," Newt continued as the girl besides him started rubbing her thumb in small circles over his hands for comfort. "Still gives me the chills thinkin' I might have gone through the Changing."

"It wouldn't have been that bad, I would have helped you and asked Aunty Ava to send up some more-" Melody clasped her hand over her mouth as her sea-green eyes widened in realisation of what she said.
"Who? Send up some more- Wait? What?" Newt asked
"Its a story for another time, I'll call a Gathering for it, I promise. When Teresa wakes up."
"Why can't you tell me now?"
"Because it involves Thomas and Thomas needs to understand who Teresa is in relation to him before."
"But-"
"Isaac." She whispered softly, almost child-like and innocent. "Please."
"I-Sure-Okay, love." He whispered back as he kissed her hand. Thomas couldn't lie- they were quite cute, even if Newt was one of his friends and Melody is sister. He could trust Newt.

"Hey, Mel."
"Yeah, Tommy?"
"Why do you call him Isaac?"
"Shh... Spoilers."