All rights go to the brilliant James Dashner, I don't own anything, only Brooklyn!

The news still hadn't sunk in and it took me the best part of an hour to stop crying on Newt's shirt. He didn't seem to mind but I felt guilty for breaking down like that in front of him. Alby left a long time ago mumbling something to Newt about giving me the tour, so after I had composed myself, Newt helped me up and took me to the dreaded box I had arrived in.

"So, this is the box, a new greenie arrives every month and we get supplies every week. We don't know jack about the box or the creators," Newt explained.

"Creators?" I asked feeling stupid for asking the question.

Newt could sense my discomfort, sending a warm smile my way to put me at ease. "The lovely people who put us in this bloody place," he said the sarcasm evident in his voice.

He continued to talk about the glade, the different sections and so on. I wasn't paying full attention as my mind kept drifting back to the note. I was pregnant? Who was my brother? God, who was the father? And why were there only boys here? I understood my brother had to send me up to protect me, but surely some girls were sent up before me? All these questions circulated in my head, making the headache I had previously return. I was brought back to reality by a hand waving in my face.

"Brooklyn? Hello Brooke?" Newt said. I stared at his face not knowing what he had just said.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Um…yeah…" I hesitated. "Just a lot on my mind."
"Well, that's bloody understandable. Right, we have three rules in the glade. One, do your part. Two, never harm another glader. And three, never go beyond those walls. Got it?"

Once again I felt like an idiot as I just stared at him and nodded. "Why?" I asked.

"Because of the bloody maze," he replied as if it was nothing. I needed to sit down, my head fuzzy with all this sudden information.

"So we're stuck in the middle of a maze, with no memory of our past life and no way to get out? And on top of that I'm pregnant? This is crazy." I say, putting my head in my hands and leaning on my knees. Newt comes and sits down next to me.

"Pretty much," he said.

"How can you talk about this as if it's nothing? How are you all not freaking out right now," I said astounded at his calmness, anger seeping through me.

"Woah greenie calm down alright? It's all okay," he said shocked at my sudden anger.

"My name is Brooklyn!" I screamed as I threw a rock at the wall. I tried to take deep breaths as I could feel Newt's stare on my back, unsure of what to do. Once I had regained my usual composure I looked across to Newt, his confused face staring right back.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so confused at the moment, I'm sorry." I felt like I was going to cry again, no Brooklyn you've already broken down once today, you don't want to look weak.

"It's fine Brooke," Newt said softly, calling me by the nickname he has for me. "Let's go get some dinner and then we have a surprise for you."

Curious as to what the surprise could be, I followed eagerly.

Once we had dinner, Newt led me to a bonfire which all the boys were surrounding. He said they have a celebration when every greenie comes up, so this month it was for me. The fire was roaring in the centre of all the action, all around the boys were laughing and telling stories, jars filled with some strange liquid in their hands. A glader, Gally I think, was fighting against other boys in a ring across the field. Newt and I made our way to a log and sat down.

"So who is everyone?" I asked, wanting to get used to this strange place.

"Well, you know Alby," he said pointing to the leader who was observing what everyone was doing. There was an Asian looking guy next to him with strong arms that were clearly visible under his rolled up shirt. "So, that over there next to him is Minho. He's the keeper of the runners, y'know the people who search in the maze every day that I told you about?" I nodded so he knew that I understood.

"We have Clint and Jeff the med-jacks, Winston, Frypan, Zart, Gally," Newt went on listing and pointing to all the gladers as I tried to absorb all of their names.

"Here, drink this," he exclaimed as he handed me the strange concoction that everyone had.

"Is it alcohol?" I asked cautiously.

"Um yeah I think, its Gally's secret recipe."

"I can't have that I'm sorry," I said looking at the grass. As I looked at Newt's confused face I just pointed to my stomach and said "pregnant." His mouth opened as he realised, but I shushed him saying it was fine before he could apologise.

We sat there in silence for a while before I spoke.

"I don't even know who the father is."

"What?"

"The father of my baby, they even took that away from me. I don't even know," I said, sadness in my voice. I looked over and found Newt staring at me, a pained look in his eyes.

"You have us, we'll all help you and the baby. We're your family now."

"Thank you Newt," I yawned, rubbing my eyes.

"You looked tired, I'll show you to your bed." Newt reached down and helped me up and let the way towards the homestead. He motioned towards a hammock and I got in, thankful that he had helped me today.

"My room is just around the corner if you need anything," he said getting up to leave.

I mumbled a quick thank you as I saw his tall, lean body disappear into the distance.

I awoke with a start, gasping for breath. I looked around and saw gladers sleeping peacefully, it must be midnight. All I can think about is the terrible dream I had awoken from, I could only remember parts of it, but the small fading memories were haunting my mind. I tried to calm down and fall back asleep for 10 minutes but I had no luck. I thought of Newt and carefully made my way to his room. The floorboards creaked underneath my feet as I crept my way down the corridor. Upon reaching Newts room I opened to door slowly. He seemed to be a light sleeper as I could see his drowsy body rise from his bed, his hair sticking out in random directions. I walked over to his bedside when he recognised it was me.

"Brooke, are you okay?" he asked, sitting up straighter.

All I could do was shake my head, too tired and too scared to speak.

"Can't sleep?" I nodded.

"Here, c'mon," he motioned towards his bed and I climbed in, the heat from his body warming mine up in an instant.

"Bloody hell Brooke, you're freezing," he exclaimed. His voice softened as he asked "do you wanna talk about it?"

"No," I said in no more than a whisper. I huddled against his body absorbing the heat that was radiating of his body. I felt his arm wrap around me as he mumbled "night Brooke." I drifted off to sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart.

So there is Chapter 2! I hope you all like it, it was sort of a filler chapter but it will get more interesting.

Thank you for reading!