When your sister, the only living family member that you have left, has been missing for the past couple of weeks. You can't help to worry about what has happened to her.

That is what Newt is going through. He doesn't know if Lynn is okay, if she is dead, if she is injured. He hasn't got a clue.

He just saw her yesterday, dressed in a tattered mocha jacket with dirty and ripped cargo pants and an orange scarf wrapped around her neck. There was a very noticeable stitching on her hairline, black thread peeking through her side bangs. She had a head injury that must've occurred while she was missing.

Lynn looked like she was completely distraught, not knowing what to do or how to do it, Newt saw it in her murky hazel eyes. She didn't want to do what she had to do, she wanted to stay with Newt, Minho, and all the other Gladers, let them take care of her and keep her safe for a change instead of having her do everything by herself, bottle up all the emotions that she hid from everyone in that small, freckled body of her's.

Newt knew that she probably did absolutely everything in her power to keep Thomas safe after her and her army of girls took him away, well, it was more the black-haired girl's army, not Lynn's. But this black-haired girl didn't seem to have to composure of a leader or second in command like Lynn did, she was doing something that someone had told her to do, making her do the dirty work for someone else.

Aris had vanished after Group B shortly after Lynn ran away from them, dashing off into the sandy sunset before Minho or Newt could even begin to protest against him. Newt wondered if the older boy knew of Group B's plans, he was called the Partner after all, maybe he was working with them; on either the good side or the bad side. Who knows?

But Newt still couldn't help but worry about his twin. From the minute he met her, he knew that his sister was one of those people that hid their feelings from others. When he saw her in his arms yesterday, it was all in her eyes; Lynn was a bomb waiting to explode. Whether it would come out in tears or screams of anger, Newt knew that she would crack like an egg, pouring out all those bottled up emotions in one way or another.

The Guardian. Lynn was labelled the Guardian. That must mean that she was one that most people relied on in Group B. She was the one that everyone went to when they had a problem or need to talk someone. But does that mean that Lynn had someone to talk to? Some to pour out her feelings to? To take care of her problems.

Newt could tell that Lynn had no one to fall back on, to tell all her feelings and emotions to. She was struggling to get by, to not break down at any given second.

They had came across Group B in front of the heavenly 'Safe Haven' (turns out the said destination is just a stick in the ground with an orange ribbon that says the name), but found no Lynn, Thomas, Aris, or the mysterious black-haired girl that was supposed to be the leader of these group of girls. One of them, Lily he thought her name was, told him that Lynn and Thomas had both gone missing this morning.

So that means that the quartet was out there in the Scorch, doing God knows what. Newt just hoped that Lynn was safe.

But he found that out sooner than he thought.

Newt could pick out his sister's pretty little blonde head out in the distance, a familiar brunet walking alongside her.

She was okay, she was walking towards him, looking healthy and uninjured.

The blond parted himself from the crowd, pushing a boy out of the way so that he could break free.

Cupping his hands around his mouth, Newt called her name; immediately attracting his sister's attention.

"Lynn!" He shouted, his voice barely audible over the chatter of the two groups.

The younger girl stopped in her tracks, squinting her eyes to focus on the figure a long distance away. She then took off in a sprint, the sand sprouting up behind her as she ran. The three tall figures behind her didn't even make an effort to move faster after her, they just let her run into the open arms of her elder twin.

Lynn jumped into her brother's arms, throwing her nimble arms around his neck as she buried her head into his shoulder. Newt lifted her feet of the ground, folding his long arms around his sister's small frame.

She was here, she was safe, and she was okay. That's all that mattered to Newt. Her rosy scent was still attached to her hair and clothes, lingering on the scarf around her neck. The blonde locks she was known for were covered in dirt, grime bordering her hairline as the black stitching holding her head together remained somewhat clean.

"I'm so sorry." Lynn whispered into his shoulder, not daring to part from her brother's arms. "I'm so so sorry. I would've stayed with all of you, truly. I just didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry, Newt." Her words were spoken softly as if she didn't want any of the Gladers to hear her. Well, they couldn't to begin with; they were all too busy welcoming Thomas back to even notice the return of the other Newton twin.

"There's no need to apologize, Lynn." Newt said, pressing a kiss to his sister's forehead. "You did nothing wrong. It's all bloody Ratman's fault that you had to do what you did. Don't say sorry for anything that he caused."

The elder twin set his sister back down on the ground, keeping his hands on her forearms as they pulled apart from their embrace. Lynn appeared to seem better than yesterday. Her eyes no longer bloodshot and hair slicked back into a smooth, flawless ponytail. Dark circles were under her eyes though, along with her skin looking slightly paler. But she was alive and somewhat content, and that's all Newt cared about.

Minho was a different case.

He wanted to see his girlfriend and he wanted to see her now.

The older boy spotted a familiar blonde dashing into Newt's waiting arms but he sight was immediately blocked as all the Gladers rushed up to inquire to Thomas about the events that occurred while he was gone for the day while Group B stood to the side, watching the exchange intensely.

Minho said only but a couple words to Thomas before breaking apart from the crowd, desperate to find his blonde beauty.

Lynn and Newt stood a spare three feet away, quiet and hushed words being spoken between the two as they embraced.

Newt had been different for the past week or two, his brain not functioning properly because of the thoughts that were constantly bouncing around inside his head.

He had the right to be worried, his sister had disappeared into thin air; not leaving any trace of her being. Newt would lay awake at night, his eyelids not even closing for a quick ten minutes of rest. Lynn would always be on his mind, wondering if she was okay, if she was safe, if she was dead possibly. A thousand things that not even Minho could describe.

One night Minho found Newt clutching the hoodie that he had been holding for Lynn. The elder twin held the piece of clothing tight to his chest as he closed his eyes tight. Silent prayers were being whispered as a single tear rolled down his cheek, just the thought of something fatal happening to Lynn always reminding him to push to find out where she is and keep her safe.

Minho knows now why Newt didn't let go of Lynn until after two full minutes, keeping her locked in his embrace as he tried not to cry.

But Minho had had enough of going without Lynn's kisses and the smell of her flaxen hair. The moment Newt had vanished into the crowd of Gladers Minho pounced on her like a tiger, tapping her on the shoulder to get her to turn around.

Lynn's ponytail trailed behind her as she spun around, facing whoever it was that wanted her attention. But the familiar feeling of someone's kisses brought her to the conclusion of who it was.

Minho.

The older boy grabbed Lynn by the waist and smashed his lips onto hers, not even waiting for her to take a breath as he tugged her body flush against his.

Lynn cupped Minho's face with her hands, their lips moulding against each other for the first time in a long time.

Minho's fingers hovered Lynn's spine, his fingers touching everyone of her vertebrates through her jacket. He had yearned for this moment, desperately waiting for this chance to savour the taste of vanilla and roses that Lynn's lips brought. It was exactly the way Minho knew it would be, needy and passionate, and he ached to have more.

Not now of course, but later.

With one final kiss, Minho parted from Lynn's rosy pink lips, resting his forehead against her own as they panted heavily; eyes remaining closed. He kept his hands secured around Lynn's waist, not daring to let her go for a single moment. It has been way too long from them to leave each other's arms even for a split second. Minho didn't care if Newt saw them, even though the elder twin didn't. The moment was just sweet and blissful, and that's all Minho needed.

Fat tears were rolling down Lynn's cheeks as she let Minho pull her into his chest, welcoming the warmth that his embrace brought. It was about time that she had someone to pour her feelings out to, to have someone be there for her and not anyone else. It was nice for a change to not be the one that took care of everybody's problems or too talk some sense into someone. All she had to do was stay in Minho's arms, and at the moment she would feel safe.

But life is not made of those moments.

Things had to be done, and corporations had to be demolished and deserts had to be deserted. Sadly, not everyone just gets a happily ever after. It was to be earned.

"I missed you," Minho whispered, using his right hand to wipe away Lynn's tears. "I missed you so shucking much, Lynn; you have no idea."

"And I missed you." Lynn spoke quietly, as if she was trying not to hold back the sobs that wanted to escape her swollen lips. She had let out most of her emotions the previous night, now she had to start bottling them up again.

"Promise me you won't leave me again." Minho begged, one last kiss devouring Lynn's lips.

"I promise." Lynn murmured. And to be honest, she didn't know if she could keep up her end of the bargain.

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(SPOILERS)

Right, so I just saw the Scorch Trials movie has me completely pissed off.

First and foremost, Wes messed up the whole freaking storyline. I understand he wanted to make the movie different and shit like that, but it's not what the book fans wanted to see. The things we expected to see in this movie was the whole 'Rose took my nose' scene wasn't in there, Newt only calls Thomas 'Tommy' once, Teresa's betrayal is different, Brenda and Jorge really aren't cranks, and GROUP B ISN'T THE WAY ME AND ALL THE BOOK FANS WANTED IT TO BE. LIKE WTF?

Second, as you can all probably tell, the movie did not follow the book AT ALL! It went onto a completely different storyline and I seriously don't know how they are going to get The Death Cure right after all the butchering that occured to this movie.

And most importantly...(MAJOR MOVIE SPOILERS)

Minho gets taken away by WICKED at the end of the movie.

This pissed me off the most.

Minho has been my favorite character from the second I started reading the series and now to see this happen, I just couldn't handle it.

I seriously don't know what Wes Ball was thinking or why James Dashner let him do this to such a wonderful story. But the next and final movie is pretty much screwed.

It's just my personal opinion, do with it as you please.

Sorry this chapter took so long, a lot of shit has been going on with high school and crap like that.

Hopefully I will have the next chapter this weekend or possibly next week, I'm really not sure.

Until next time!