The wind howled across the glistening sand dunes, whistling by Lynn's ears as she stood away from the group of girls and boys awaiting their fate.

With her arms folded and gaze distant, her amber eyes focused on the grey sky above; rain weighing down the large black clouds that hung over the dunes of sand. Her face was contorted into an expression of distress and concern, eyes glossy and shimmering as the sky reflected in her iris'. The world was practically weighing on her shoulders. Well, her little world.

From entering a new maze to getting trapped in an underground labyrinth filled to the brim with Cranks. It was just something that was so small that made a large impact on Lynn's soul. Emotions overwhelmed her life and took over all her senses, convincing her that what had happened was her fault and only her fault. But it wasn't. It wasn't her fault. She just thought it was her fault, one of the small characteristics that she was known for.

But she stored all those unknown feelings in a lockbox inside her soul, focusing only the people around her and how they felt. Hiding was a specialty of her's. Something that hopefully no one would find out or know about.

Newt, of course, could read his sister like an open book. He knew of her antics and how she dealt with everything. His priority was to make sure she was getting the care she needed, check in on her and ask if she was alright. Because only god knows if anyone has asked her that question in a long time.

He now stood by her side in the distance, taking the same position she was standing; casting his gaze to the left as he watched Lynn with inquiring eyes. She refused to look at him, keeping her stare glued to the sand beneath her boots as she shuffled her feet around; sand and gravel crunching under her weight.

"You look troubled, Lynn." Newt said, breaking the silence of wind and sand. "Everything alright?"

She scoffed, turning her head to the side, away from Newt. "You're like, the ten thousandth person that has asked me that. I'm fine, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I hear ya. Just tryin' to be a good brother."

Lynn bit her lip to try and stop herself from giggling, licking her tightened lips. Her arms unfolded themselves, a hand covering her mouth. Newt turned his head towards her with a playful twinkle in his eye; almost laughing himself.

"Are you saying that I'm not a good brother?"

"No, no, no!" Lynn declared. "I'm just laughing at the fact that you think you are a good brother."

Nudging his sister roughly, Newt muttered a "Slim it" under his breath. But a grin soon replaced his scowl as he was listening to his sister try and contain her burbles of giggles. It was times like these that the Newton twins treasured, being able to find some happiness in moments of darkness.

They soon settled down, silence find its way between them once more.

"But really," Newt began again. "What's on your mind?"

Lynn crossed her arms again, gazing up to the cloudy sky as the wind blew her hair away from her face. Her mouth set in a hard line, skin turning paler than usual for some reason. Some emotion was trapped inside her, eating her from the inside out.

"I-I'm not really sure." She answered, fiddling with the zipper of her jacket, hazel eyes directing their stare towards the sand. "It's just…I feel as if I'm doing what I'm doing for someone else and not even giving my needs a second glance. Just like I'm throwing them away in some rubbish bin at the back of my mind."

Her words almost got lost in the whistling wind, Newt taking a step closer to his twin to hear what she was saying.

"The things I do are meant to protect everybody but myself. Like you, Tommy, Minho, Lily….the list goes on. All I feel that I need to do is protect you and not me, but I'm startin' to doubt that I shouldn't listen to what everybody else says and do what I think is right."

Newt has never heard his sister say such things, she had never woken up and smelt the roses, learning that she needed to care of herself and not the people around her.

"Lynn…taking care of yourself isn't a bad thing ya know." Newt informed her, placing a gentle hand and on his sister's shoulder. "But lots of people depend on you for their safety. You're the second command for all those girls out there, they look to you when they need help or someone to protect them. They look up to you."

His sister clenched her jaw, turning her head to the side to avoid Newt's line of sight. "I know that, Newt." She growled through gritted teeth. "I bloody knew that the second I woke up in the Glade. But I have being leading and protecting these girls and everybody I ever cared for since from all I can remember, and if I stop now things will just go down hill."

"Lyn-"

A low rumble disturbed their conversation, shaking the ground beneath their feet as pieces of gravel and sand bounced lightly. Both of them spun around, losing their balance as large metal squares rose up from the orange sand. Metal pods were perfectly placed on each square, looking a hell of a lot like Grievers as they slowly uncurled. Wait. Grievers?

Lynn and Newt regained their balance, heads snapping around to take in their surroundings. There was more than one platform, more and more kept popping up, plenty of sleeping Grievers on each one.

Dozens of them.

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HOLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER SUCKS.

But anyway, guess whose back from hiatus?

I missed my little cinnamon roll Icelyn Newton and decided to finish up the remains of the chapter I started back in September. Updates will be irregular from this point forward because of school and stuff, but it's better than nothing. The Scorch Trials has really been giving me writer's block because instead of writing with all events based on the book, I've been aching to write some stuff from the movie. Then I was all like 'NO. THE MOVIE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE BOOK WHICH MAKES YOU PISSED OFF.' And yeah.

Thank you to all who have followed this story while I produced no material for you for a couple of months, as well as everybody who commented and favorited. It would truly make my day if you guys left some reviews with some inspiration or criticism, anything really.

See you next update!

P.S If you are aching for some more Lynho, check out my oneshot 'No Control'. ;)