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Minho that night:

"She ran away..." Minho finished. Thomas studied his friend. The usually present smirk was no where to be seen. His knees were bent, wrapped between his muscled arms. He bowed his head, shaggy black hair fallin in his face, "She wouldn't even look at me..."

Thomas didn't know how to respond...

"She's been through a lot... I mean, so have we, but she was always... more alone, excluded... like she had to prove something. She never really felt apart of anything... It was always 'The Gladers and her'... In the Glade, she only ever really talked to Alby, Newt and I... and Zart. Somehow, the guy got to her..." the smirk came back for a moment.. then was whisked away like the wind. "She's strong... stronger than anyone I've ever met..."

"But..." Thomas knew it was coming.

"Everyone's got a breaking point... Her's was Newt."

"You and Him... You guys were always her top priorities..."

"Newt got the benefits..."

Thomas tried to laugh at the attempt at a joke, but it wouldn't come out. "Heh, yeah..." The memory came back to him...

A fight had broken out between their group and the dew Cranks Newt had "befriended". He'd let a shot out of the launcher he had go... sending it crashing into Greasy Hair's chest. The usual writing and foaming of the mouth followed. Thomas remembered being mortified at the turn of events, finding a tab bit of happiness in the fact that Newt had shot the crank and not one of them. "I told him to stop," Newt half whispered, "Now you guys leave. No discussion. I'm sorry."

He pointed the launcher at Minho. The weapon shaking because of him. "You gonna shoot me? Old pal?

"Newt?" He remembered MaC taking a step forward... then the launched being pointed at her, his finger already on the trigger. She froze in place, eyes wide with pain, hurt and frustration.

"Go, I asked nicely. Now I'm telling... this is hard enough. Go..."

"Newt, let's go outside." Minho.

"Newt please..." she begged, taking a tentative step forward.

"GO!" Newt stepped closer, aimed more fiercely.

"Let's go" he remember saying. The saddest thing he could remember ever saying.

"You can't be serious..." Minho said. MaC was frozen in place, staring at their friend. Gawking at the loss of control... feeling his pain... trying to understand, but coming up short.

He nodded.

Thomas remembered Minho's shoulders slumping and his eyes shifting to the floor, then muttering, "How did the world get so shucked?"

"I'm sorry," Newt said, the tears streaming down his face matching MaC's. Thomas had never seen her cry... "I... I'm going to shoot if you don't go. Now."

Thomas grabbed Brenda's hand, reaching for Minho's arm, Finding he was leading MaC out... she couldn't avert her eyes. She watched Newt as she was lead out of the room. Minho had a hand around her shoulders and followed Thomas out... It was the saddest thing he'd experienced in a long time... He just walked away... Away from Newt and his diseased brain...

"Thomas? Shuck-face, wake up we're not in Wonderland," Minho said with a growl, but he was't angry. Thomas looked at him.

"She probably just not ready yet..." he began.

"What?"

"For another relationship... You gotta admit... that Was a pretty nasty break-up. She just needs some time to get over it... grieve, heal. Become whole again." I should know, he thought, automatically thinking of Teresa.

Minho nodded, "Good that..." he seemed to catch Thomas's drift. "Now got to sleep... We got work to do in the morinin"

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