Thomas kept putting pieces of paper together, quickly finding the letters L, O, A, and T. Shortly after, they found C, A, and T.

"Look," Thomas said, clearly happy that his idea worked. "It spells FLOAT and CAT."

"Float cat?" Newt asked, a puzzling look on his face. "Doesn't sound like a bloody rescue code to me."

"We just need to keep working." Thomas pushed on.

After another few minutes, they came up with the words CATCH, FLOAT, and CATCH.

"Definitely not a coincidence," Lynn said.

"Definitely not." Thomas sighed. He gestured to the storage closet, "We need to go through all of them-all those boxes in there."

"Let's get on it." Newt said, nodding his head.

"We can't help." Minho said, now standing up.

All three of them turned to look at him, "At least not me, Thomas, and Lynn here. We need to get the Runners out in the Maze."

"What?!" Thomas exclaimed, "This is way more important!"

"Maybe," Minho answered cooly, "but we can't miss a day out in the Maze. Not now."

"Why Minho?" Thomas questioned, "You said the pattern's basically been repeating itself for months-one more day won't mean a thing."

Minho slammed his hand on the table, "That's bullcrap, Thomas! Of all days, this might be the most important to get out there. Something might've changed, something might've opened up. In fact, with the freaking walls not closing anymore, I think we should try your idea-stay out there overnight and do some deeper exploring."

"But what about the code? What about-"

"Tommy," Newt said in a calm voice, "Minho's right. You shanks go out and get Runnin'. Lynn and I, along with a few other Gladers that we trust will continue to work on this."

"No," Minho grabbed Lynn's wrist and pulled her towards him. "Lynn is coming with us, she is probably the best Runner I've ever had. We need her more than you do."

"After what happened last time," Newt said, "There's no way. She's stayin' here."

"Wh-"

"Minho," Lynn said sternly. "I'll be fine. If you're gonna go decipher a code from the buggin' Maze, you're gonna need a girl's brain runnin' the show." A smirk found its way onto her lips as she pried Minho's hand off of her wrist.

"Fine." Minho crossed his arms, "C'mon Thomas." He left the supply room, Thomas trailing behind him.

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Lynn and Newt continued to work through the night, trying to block out the sounds of the Greivers. They stayed in the weapon's basement, Lynn falling asleep on Newt's shoulder a couple minutes after the Greivers came and took a boy named Adam.

They pair came up with the words FLOAT, CATCH, BLEED, DEATH, STIFF, and PUSH. The fourth one gave Lynn the chills. It was about mid-morning when a younger boy, Tim, came running up to the twins, telling them Minho and Thomas had finally come back.

Lynn and Newt darted out of the basement, jogging across the open Glade to where Minho and Thomas were standing by the West Door. They slowed their pace, coming to a stop infront of the two.

"You're the first to come back." Newt said, slightly out of breath.

"What happened?" Lynn asked in a childlike matter. "Tell us you've got good news." A tiny smile played on her and Newt's lips as they looked on at the two Runners.

"Nothing." Minho said, staring off into space. The smiles on the blond's faces vanished. "The Maze is a big freaking joke."

Lynn directed her gaze towards Thomas, clearly confused. "What's he talking about?"

"He's just discouraged." Thomas sighed with a shrug of his shoulders. "We didn't find anything different. The walls haven't moved, no exits, nothing. Did the Greivers come last night?"

"Yeah," Newt said quietly. "They took Adam."

Silence filled the air.

Newt looked like he was about to say something when Minho freaked out, startling everyone.

"I'm sick of this!" said he, "I'm sick of it! It's over! It's all over!" Minho undid the straps off his backpack and threw it to the ground. "There's no exit, never was, never will be. We're all shucked."

The three of them watched as Minho stomped off toward the Homestead. It made Lynn slightly worried. If Minho gave up, they were all done for. Lynn grabbed his Runner's-pack off the ground and gripped it tight.

"I'll be right back." she said, taking off after Minho.

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Lynn patiently waited downstairs in the Homestead, hoping Minho would walk down the stairs. So there she sat, on the bottom step, his backpack leaning against her feet. Lynn rested her elbow on her knees, letting her chin fall on her fist.

She decided that she had had enough, after thirty minutes of waiting she brought herself to her feet. Lynn brushed the dirt off of her clothes, slowly ascending up the stairs. She walked down the long hallway and stood infront of Minho's door. Raising her fist, she knocked on the old wooden door.

"Go away!"

Lynn rested her forehead on the door. "Minho, it's Lynn."

Nothing.

"Minho, please open the door."

Still Nothing.

"I swear to God Minho, if you don't open this bloody door."

The door swung open, revealing a very tired looking Minho.

"Hey," said she. "You all right?"

His gaze was directed to the floor, slightly nodding his head. Since he wasn't in the mood to speak, Lynn went on, "You left this outisde." She held out his pack to him.

"Thanks," He murmured, taking the bag from her. He went to close the door, but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving the door.

"Please talk to me, Minho."

"I don't want to talk about now."

"Minho," Lynn took his hand in her own. "You can't give up on this now, you've been working too hard to stop."

His blue eyed gaze poured into hers, "Minho." His name seemed to roll off her tongue. "Please, say something."

Minho's P.O.V

"Please, say something." She was looking up at him, begging for him to talk. The blonde he loved so much was standing right infront of him, he could kiss her now. He wanted to kiss her, it would be so easy to just press his lips against hers. "Minho," she quivered.

He had enough, to hell what Newt would say. The only thing that kept him going was Lynn, knowing that the two could possibly be free of this damned Maze was just enough. He would not give up, he wouldn't give up on her.

"Lynn," she looked up to meet his eyes. "I am so shucking tired of running the Maze day after day, find absolutely nothing. No exit, no changes, nothing. I just can't do it anymore."

"Minho, you can't give up now. You've come too far, we are so close to finding a possible way out." She said gently. His demenour was still not changing. Lynn let out an irritated sigh, "I've been doing the same bloody thing ya'll been doin' for the last two years, and I'm not stopping now. So, you're gonna pick your sticking self up, continue to run the buggin' Maze, and find a way out. 'Cause I made a promise to Chuck that I was gonna return him to his family, and I'm not breaking that promise. Good that?" He never saw this side of Lynn, she wasn't the sweet, delicate person that she was a second ago.

Minho nodded his head, "Fine."

Her shoulders relaxed as she sighed, Lynn turned around and walked back down the hallway, heading downstairs. One day he was going to tell her how he felt. One day.

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Lynn sat with Newt and Thomas in the basement, the topic of Minho 'giving up' was still the main discussion.

"How was he? I know he can be a buggin' hothead sometimes." Newt asked.

"Well," Lynn began, "He isn't giving up, I think he just needs a little time. Hopefully not too long though."

"Did you guys find anything?" Thomas questioned, eager to see if they found any new discoveries.

"Don't know if this will help but, it's what we found." Lynn took a piece of paper lying on the table and handed it to him. In Lynn's cursive writing and Newt's messy scrawl, it read:

FLOAT

CATCH

BLEED

DEATH

STIFF

PUSH

Six words.

"Cheerful, don't ya think?" Newt said, sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah," Thomas replied with a frustrated groan. "We need to get Minho down here-maybe he knows something we don't. If we just had more clues-" Thomas stood up, but quickly stumbled forward. His face going as white as a ghost.

"Tommy?" Lynn said, standing up and resting a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong with you? Your face just went whiter than snow." She gripped his arm, helping him on his feet.

"Oh...nothing, sorry. My eyes are hurting-I think I need some sleep." Thomas replied tiredly.

"Well," Newt said, "You spent all bloody night out in the Maze-go take a nap."

The boy nodded and slowly made his way up the stairs, leaving Newt and Lynn alone.

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Another restless night awaited them. Lynn found herself with Thomas in the living room area of the Homestead. She was cocooned in the two blankets Newt had wrapped around her, even though she insisted she was fine. Thomas laying on his back, his eyes wide open. To be honest, Lynn couldn't sleep either.

She heard feet quietly shuffling on the floor, coming towards her. Lynn quickly shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep. She cracked one eye open, seeing who was laying next to her. To her surprise, it turned out to be Minho. His hands were resting behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling, a blanket covering his waist.

Without even thinking, she stuck out on of her hands from under her blanket, surrendering it to the cold. But Minho's warm, soft hand found its way to her own, slowly intertwining their fingers. Giving his hand a light squeeze, Lynn shut her other eye. Clearly missing the words Minho had whispered,

"I love you."

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Lynn had gotten a rather rude awakening,

"It's got Dave!" Someone had shouted. No one in the room dared to move a single muscle. A loud crash sounded outside the thin wooden wall, followed by screams and scratching against the wall. Lynn and Minho quickly sat up, ready to jump into action. Something caught Lynn's eye, Thomas darting out the door to the outisde, with her brother following close behind him. Lynn scrambled to her feet, pushing her blankets off. Tugging Minho along with her, she ran out the door. Just as her and Minho got outside, they stopped dea in their tracks. Thomas was about to stab himself with a Greiver stinger,

"Tommy, No!" Lynn shouted, letting go of Minho's hand and running forward, but it was to late. Thomas inserted the stinger into his lower stomach and quickly pulled it out, falling to the ground. Lynn fell to his side as Newt went behind Thomas and gripped him under his arms.

"Lynn, grab his legs." Newt demanded. His sister quickly grabbed Thomas legs and hoisted him up. With Chuck and a few other Gladers help, they carried the wounded teen into the Homestead. Dropping him on a sofa, Lynn knelt down next to Thomas, who's eyes were slowly closing.

"What were you thinking Tommy?" She exclaimed as her and Newt ripped off his shirt, so the area where he was stung was more accessible. "How could you be so bloody stupid?!" Clint and Jeff soon arrived, the Serum in hand.

"No, Lynn...you...don't understand..."

"Shhhhh," She said, placing a finger to Thomas' lips trying to quiet him. "Don't waste your energy."

Clint uncapped the syringe and pricked his arm. Lynn watched as Thomas slowly started to fade into sleep. He mumbled one more thing to her before he faded out,

"Don't worry Lynn..." He mumbled, "I...I did it on purpose."

Chapter 22! I would like to thank Axengers, IronManRos2k12, and invula1 for following the story! It makes me so happy to see how far this story has come.

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