Author's note: Thanx for the reviews! I'm trying to keep updating on a regulare basis... like every other day? I might be able to keep that up (sorry if I can't, I'm horrible with schedules) Not really sure where I'm goin with this yet... but I will, just gimme a little bit

"Good that," I said, ending our conversation with the new Builders keeper. Yes we'd put the hierarchy back in order. The Keepers were back in command, we still needed the Track-hoes, Med-Jacks, Cooks, and for the most part Slashers. The new guy's name was Glenn. He was older man somewhere around thirty, not from the Glade, was an architect before the sun-flares. They were making progress. Too slow for my taste, but progress nonetheless. I grabbed Minho by the arm, dragging him along with me. "I'm a little worried about the Slashers..." I said, "Really, I always thought the Winston, despite the creepy plesure he took in his job, was the only sane one and-"

He chuckled, "You wanna make sure they don't kill all our meat."

I opened my mouth to deny it, but then, "Pretty much, yeah."

He rolled his eyes, "Fine. Whatever..."

"Problem?" I asked pitting my hands on my hips and raising my eyebrows.

"No, Nothin" he put his hans up and smirked. I whacked him upside the head, a laugh escaping my lips.

"You can't kill all of them!" some girl shouted at Van. He as one of the few surviving Gladers, and by the looks of this girl, she was originally from Group B. I looked at Minho, my eyes conveying the, "See, shuck-face?" I was dying to say.

"She's absolutely right, slinthead" I held out my hand to her, it's amazing how many people I still didn't know, "I'm-"

"MaC, right?" I nodded, shrugging, "And Minho?" she asked. He wasn't paying attention, he was trying to get Van to see sense, but when has tat ever been possible?

"Yeah... Shank's got issues," I said, motioning towards Van.

"Ya think?" she asked raising an eyebrown. I smirked, I like this shank.

"Gotta name?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Miranda"

"Gotta nickname?" Miranda, was a bit long. She shook her head. "Bout time you got one," I said, "Mirry?"

"Sounds good to me," she said shrugging.

"Good that," I said, "you a Slasher then?"

"wah?"

"Uh... do you... prepare and care for the little beasties?" I asked.

"Part time," she said, mimicking my stance, "I don't slaughter the animals," she shuddered, "Too much contact, I feed and care for em all."

I nodded, a thought occurred to me. We hadn't confirmed the Keepers yet, she seemed like a good candidate. I'd tak to Minho about it... he didn't understand my strive for women's authority though, that was something only Newt ever got...I was such a sap.

"MaC? MaC... MAC!"

I jumped, "OH, uh.. what?"

Minho rolled his eyes, "Did you hear any of that?" Mirry laughed.. more like giggled. I looked at him. "Of course not."

I smirked, he rolled his eyes again. "I'll see you round," I called to Mirry as I left with Minho.

I could honestly say this was the best day in... paradise, that we've had so far. Actually this was probably the best day we've had in months, no years, this beats the glade by far. There hadn't been any reports of random fist-fights, no pregnant women giving birth at the least convenient time possible, no outbreaks of sickness the med-jacks couldn't identify. Everything was as it should be... there was... Order. The word brought me back... back to the glade, back to... Him. No... I shook my head, I wouldn't think of him, too depressing. My eyes watered, and I blinked back tears. To my horror one escaped...trailing down my cheek. I turned my head away from Minho, and quickly wiped it away... but I couldn't help it... It thought of him

I was a tree, my favorite tree... In the Deadheads, it became much less appealing after the bodies were buried... too many memories. Newt was sitting in the cluster of branches next to me, just a few feet away. "What have you been up to?" he asked sounding suspicious.

I laughed coldly, he thought I'd actually tell him?

He leaned back in the tree, "Fine, don't tell me, but I know you're up to something and I know you know something... And whatever it is, it isn't gonna do any good if you don't tell us."

I stared into the distance, looking at the ivy-covered walls encasing us in the center of a giant maze... a maze filled with monsters and walls that moved. A maze that held many unsolved puzzels and traps none but I knew at the time.

"Look, I've seen you skulking around, hiding in the shadows, watching everyone... never saying a word. I've sen you slip out into the maze and come back just before closing, covered in sweat... I know you know something, and I'm not leaving till you tell me. Keeping order is important, and having you sneaking around scaring everybody isn't helping."

I snorted, "Order, it's all about order..." He looked at me. I rolled my eyes and rolled over.

Ten minutes later...

He hadn't left, I wanted to get some sleep, I wanted to go into the maze tomorrow... but that was becoming increasingly hard with his two eyes burning holes into me. I groaned and turned around to face him. I glared; he looked. I glared; he didn't move. We went on like that for a while, staring at each other... until I gave in. With a heave of air and a roll of my eyes, I said, "Those... beetles-"

"Beetle-blades" I glared.

"They have the word WICKED, written on their backs-"

"So?"

I glared, "SO... let me finish and you'll find out," I snapped. "Out in the Maze there are these plaques," I began gesturing the size, "They say the same thing, 'cept WICKED is an acronym... World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department..."

"That's what it stands for?"

I nodded, "The walls move inside the maze too, not just out here, each section moves. There are these things..." Grievers, the word popped into my head, startling m so much, I fell out of the tree... straight on my head.

I laughed remembering, Minho looked at me like I had gone loony... I shook him off. "Sorry, just... remembering," my eyes watered again, "Shuck it!" I muttered, my voice cracked. I got even more frustrated and slapped my thigh. A tear rolled down my cheek. Now I was mad. Minho laughed, realizing just how mad I was now.

I wasn't expecting it... Minho... hugged me. He pulled me close, and I despite me, my logis, and my brain, I cried. I put my head on his shoulder and cried, my shoulder shaking, and my arms wrapped around his neck. I cried hard, though no noise came. Tears rolled silently down my face, soaking Minho's shirt. What was wrong with me? I never cried NEVER! Cept that one time... no... not now.

I pulled away, wiping my eyes and puling myself back together, "I... uh, sorry," I bowed my head and jogged up ahead a bit, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

"It's okay," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder, "It's okay to be sad..." I looking into his eyes, always so bright despite the dark color I could never look away. Not a hint of sarcasm in the sentence, it sounded odd coming from him.

I said nothing, just nodded.

"You're the only one who didn't cry."

"Huh?"

"In the maze, every shuckin newbie, cried out for their shuck mommy cause they were stuck there. Except you... You didn't..." he smirked, "cost me a good pair of shoes and a weeks worth of food."

I smirked back at him and punched his arm, "Should've known better"

"Hey, from then on, I put my money on you."

I slid my arm behind his back and hie draped his over my shoulder. "Good that, now lets get back to work."

"You mean spying on Thomas."

"Exactly"