*What do I look like?*

Newt had his arms around me, pulling me close. I rested my head against his chest, feeling it rise and fall with steady breaths. I was crying, soaking his shirt with my tears. But he didn't seem to mind. He ran a hand slowly through my hair, his chin atop my head.

"It wasn't your fault," he whispered soothingly.

But it was. It was all my fault. I let my 'powers' get out of control. I was dangerous. Maybe I ought to be locked back up in the Slammer.

"Lock... lock me up," I wheezed through my sobbing, never raising my head.

He stiffened slightly. "No," he said in a sharp whisper. "Never. This won't happen again. I trust you. You can control it."

No. He was wrong. I couldn't control it. "Please... lock me up!" My voice rose in urgency. I raised my head to lock my eyes with his. But he was defiant.

"Rowan," he said gently through a clenched jaw. "I'm not going to bloody lock you up. You're going to continue as a glader until we get the shuck out of here. You understand?"

I nodded slowly, then found myself leaning forward, hesitantly. Newt's eyes widened, but then he smiled and cupped my cheeks in his hands.

My heart began to jolt in my chest, my stomach fluttering madly.

Our lips were almost touching.

Then something hit me and I lost the moment. I withdrew and frowned. Newt looked hurt.

"What's wrong?"

"Newt... what do I look like?"

Surprise flashed through his features. Then relief. He studied me for a moment, then grinned.

"Well... you're pretty," he said, a glint in his eye. My cheeks flushed red at the compliment. "You've got brown hair, slightly wavy. It reaches halfway down your waist. You're face is quite pale, but at the moment, your cheeks are pink." This made me blush even more and I trailed my gaze to the ground, feeling awkward under his intense gaze. "You're eyes are brown, and you've got a few freckles. Your nose is cute."

He suddenly pinched it and I swatted his hand away, chuckling.

"What're you shanks doing?!" Alby emerged from the undergrowth, scowling.

I quickly got up, dusting down my pants. "Is Gally okay?"

He nodded, still glaring at us. "You're to get to the Fields. Newt's your new mentor for today."

Then he stalked off, muttering under his breath.

I sighed and faced Newt. "Let's get to the fields, boss." He clapped me on the back and I followed him out of the deadheads.