Heeeeyyyyyy Humaaaaannns! I am soooo tired, I stayed up writing this chapter for you guys and I'm about ready to pass out. It took me awhile to write this one. And I am very happy with the turn out, please please pleeease leave a review. I love hearing your comments. I would like to thank leelee1028 for following the story and sallyj0827 for favoriting the story.

Guest; I will try to put more Lynn and Newt moments in the story, I'll make sure the next couple of chapters have a little bit more.

mxdnxghtlxve; Yes, Lynn has had a friend go through the Changing before. I will e-mail you later Lana, I am sorry I always end the chapter at the best part. I just really like cliff-hangers. I guess...

The next morning, Lynn and Thomas sat in a chair opposite to eleven other boys. All sat in a semi-circle around the two nervous and sweaty greenies. Newt stepped forward after everyone was finally seated,

"In place of our leader, sick in bed, I declare this Gathering begun." he said, rolling his eyes. Lynn guessed her brother hated being strict and formal. To be honest Lynn did do, "As you all know, the last few days have been bloody crazy, and quite a bit seems centered around our Greenbeans, Lynn and Tommy, seated before us."

"Their not Greenie's anymore," Gally said, his voice was scratchy and deep. "Their just rule breakers now." A round of mumbling and hushed voices started to spread through out the room.

"Gally," Newt sighed, "Try to keep some buggin' order here. If you're gonna blabber shuck mouth every time I say something, you might as well bloody leave. Because I'm not in a very cheerful mood." Lynn and Thomas snickered quietly as Gally crossed his arms and sank back into his chair. If looks could kill, the whole lot of them would have been murdered in seconds under Gally's stare. "Glad we got that out of the way." Newt rolled his eyes again. "Reason we're here is because almost every lovin' kid had come up to me in the last day or to either boohooing about Lynn and Thomas or beggin' to take their bloody hand in marriage."

"Wouldn't mind doin' that with Lynn over there!" Someone shouted, Lynn watched as her brothers fists clenched and unclenched, his knuckles were almost white.

"As I was saying," Newt growled, "We need to decide what to do with them." Gally leaned forward as if to say something but Newt cut him off before he even said anything. "You'll have your chance Gally. One at a time. Lynn and Tommy, both of you are not allowed to say one buggin' thing unless we ask you to. Good that?" Said people nodded their heads reluctantly. Newt pointed to Zart, who sat in a chair on the far right. "Zart the Fart, you go first." a few quiet laughs disturbed the silence as the Kepper of the Track-Hoes stood up.

"Well," Zart began, "I don't know. They both broke one of our most important rules. We can't just let people think that's okay." He paused and twiddled with his thumbs, "But then again, they...they change things. Now we know we can survive out there, and that we can beat the Grievers." Relief washed over Lynn and Thomas, it was nice to know they had someone on their side.

"Oh give me a break!" Gally spurted. "I bet it Minho's the one that actually got rid of the stupid things."

"Gally shut your hole!" Newt shouted, standing up in his chair. "I'm the bloody Chair right now, and if I hear one more buggin' word out of turn from you, I'll be arranging a Banishing for your sorry butt."

"Please," Gally said under his breath sarcastically. Lynn went to stand up from her chair but Thomas grabbed her shoulder and held her back. Newt motioned to Zart, "Is that it? Any official recommendations? Zart shook his head. "Okay. You're next to Frypan,"

The cook smiled and sat up a little straighter, "These shank's got more guts than I've fried every pig and cow in a year. How stupid is this, they saved Alby's life, killed a couple of Greivers, and we're sitting here yappin' about what yo do with them. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk."

Two people were on their side now, Lynn started to relax a little bit. Her and Thomas were not as tense as when they started.

"So what are you recommendin'?" Newt asked.

Frypan sat back in his chair. "Put them on the freaking Council and have them train us on everything they did out there." The room went into an uproar, shouts coming from every which way. It probably took more than two minutes for Newt to calm everyone down. Once everyone was quiet, Newt said. "Writing that down." He scribbled something on his notepad. "Now everyone better keep their bloody mouths shut, I mean it. You know the rules-no idea's unacceptable-and you all have your say when you vote on it." He pointed to another person on the Council, it was some kid with black hair and freckles dotting his face.

"I really don't have an opinion," said the kid.

"What?!" Newt exclaimed angrily, "Lot of good it did to choose you for the Council then."

"Sorry," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "If anything, I agree with Frypan, I guess. Why punish them for saving someone's life?"

"So you do have an opinion, is that it?" Newt pressed on, pencil in hand. The kid nodded and Newt wrote something down on his notepad. Lynn was just glad that this Gathering was going well, the turn out for people on her side was growing. Winston spoke next,

"I think they should be punished. No offense Greenies, but Newt, you're the one always harping about order. If we don't punish them, we'll set a bad example. They broke our Number One Rule. Now I don't know if your treating them the way your treating because Lynn is your sister but-"

"Okay Winston," Newt interrupted with his teeth clenched, "So you're recommending punishment. What kind?"

"I think they should be put in the Slammer for a week with only bread and water-and we need to make sure everyone knows about it so they don't get any ideas." Gally clapped, earning an evil glare from Newt, Thomas, and Lynn. Two more Keepers, one for Frypan's idea and the other for Winston's. Finally, it was Newt's turn. 'Thank God,' Lynn thought to herself.

Newt said, "I agree with the lot of ya. They should be punished."

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"But then we need to figure out a way to use them. I'm reservin' my recommendation until I hear everyone out. Next."

Lynn was not liking all this talk about being punished, they saved Alby's life! She has done this before, why should she be punished for it? Anyway, the rest of the Keepers went until Gally and Minho were left. The latter hadn't spoken a word since Thomas and Lynn had came into the room. Minho just sat there, in his chair, looking as if he were about to drop dead any second. Gally went first,

"I think I've made myself pretty clear."

"Thank God," Lynn whispered to Thomas who laughed silently.

"Good that," Newt sighed, "Go on then Minho."

"No!" Gally yelled holding his hand out, making both Lynn and Thomas jump. "I still wanna say something."

"We are so bloody screwed," Lynn said quietly, running a hand over her face.

"Then say it," Newt replied.

"Just think about it," Gally began, "This slinthead comes out of the shucking Maze" -he pointed to Lynn- "And then the other slinthead"-he pointed to Thomas-"comes up in the Box, acting confused and scared. A few days later, they both are running around the Maze with Greivers, acting like they own the place." Lynn and Thomas shrunk in their chairs, they were really screwed now. "I think it was all an act. How could they have done what they did out there after just a few days? I ain't buyin' it."

"What are you trying to say Gally?" Newt asked, "How 'bout having a bloody point?"

"I think he's a spy for the people who put us here and she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. To be honest I think they're both spies." Another uproar broke out in the room: Thomas and Lynn just sat where they were and shook their heads. Where the hell did Gally get these ideas? Newt calmed everyone down...again.

"We can't trust those shanks," Gally continued, "They conveniently find themselves in the Maze for the night, then they try to convince everyone they're the heroes. Well neither Minho nor anyone else actually 'saw' him do anything in the vines. How do we know it was the Greenies who tied Alby up there?" Gally paused, there was a pregnant pause. He continued on, "There's too many weird things going on, and it all started when those shuck-faces showed up. And they just happened to be the first people to be the first people to survive a night out in the Maze. Something ain't right, and until we figure it out, I officially recommend that we lock their butts up in the Slammer. For one month, then we'll have another review." Newt wrote something on his pad, shaking his head the whole time. That gave a glimmer of hope for Lynn and Thomas.

"Finished, Captain Gally?" Newt asked.

"Quit being such a smart aleck, Newt." He spat, Lynn felt the urge to jump out of her seat and have her fist collide with his face but fought the urge to. "I'm dead serious. How can we trust these shanks after less than a week? Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying?"

"Fine Gally," Newt said, "I'm sorry. We heard you, and we'll all consider your recommendation. Are ya done?"

"Yes I'm done. And I'm right."

"Jesus Christ," Thomas breathed out running a hand over his face. Thank God it was Minho's turn, maybe they both could be saved from all the other people on the Council. He stood quickly from his chair, catching everyone off guard. "I was out there. I saw what these two did- they both stayed strong while turned into a panty-wearin' chicked. No blabbin' on and on like Gally. I want to say my recommendation and be done with it."

Lynn and Thomas held their breath, worried about what he would say.

"Good that," Newt said. "Tell us then."

Minho met Lynn's gaze and winked before he spoke, is he going to do it? Lynn thought.

"I nominate these shanks to be Runners."

He did it.

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