"Though the ground beneath might crumble and give way
I can hear my Father singing over me
"It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay"'

Clara didn't bother to put shoes on when she headed into the deadheads. The leaves and twigs crunched beneath her feet as she walked. Seven blue Ipomoea flowers were in her hand as she moved a branch with the other, walking deeper into the deadheads.

She kneeled down in front of the wooden structure in front of her, a small smile playing on her lips as she set the flowers down in front of it.

"Hey George." She spoke softly and rested her hands on her thighs.

"It's been two months since that day. We have two new gladers and I'm sure you would've loved one. His name is Ben and he's the newest. Has lots of spunk to him". She laughed slightly.

"Things been going alright in the glade. Everything is not the same...I don't think that it will ever be." She bit her bottom lip slightly.

"Nick misses you like crazy. He's been hanging with Leo more." She nodded to herself and rubbed her thighs slightly, trying to sooth herself.

"I hope you're in peace wherever you are now. I hope that you know we all miss you and we love you." Tears started to prick her eyes and before a tear could fall she wiped it away.

"Anyway.  I just came to keep you company again.  I'll be back next week, alright?"  She forced a smile on her face and leaned forward, resting her hand on the engraved name on the wood.

"Take care."

With that she stood up and made her way out of the deadheads, on her way out she saw Newt and Minho about to head in.  The three stared at one another before Newt spoke up first.

"Hey."

"Hi." 

"Where are your shoes?"  Minho pointed out as he raised an eyebrow, noticing she wasn't even wearing socks.  Newt cocked his head to the side as he looked down at her feet as well.

"Stop looking at my feet."  Clara groaned, giving the two a look, kicking a few leaves that were in front of her.

"What are you two doing anyways?"  She questioned, she found it a bit strange that they were heading in the deadheads at this time.

"We really didn't find anything so just called it quits for today."  Minho shrugged as he walked closer to Clara, passing her as he walked deeper in the deadheads.  "Well, since you're here.  Might as well join us."  Minho smiled.

Clara glanced over her shoulder as she watched Minho walk then looked back to Newt who was still standing in the same place, looking at the ground as he rubbed his chin with one of his hands.  He then looked to her, a smile appearing on his lips and gestured for her to follow.

"Come on...come on."  He said as Clara shrugged and turned around, following the two.

The three laughed as they sat in the middle of the deadheads. For the past hour and a half they were just talking and messing around, enjoying each other's company. 

Newt smiled as he watched Clara and Minho play a game.  Minho winced when Clara slapped his hands again and placed them back over her hands.  She slightly moved her hands which caused Minho to pull them away quickly.

"Pretty sure you scared the klunk out of him."  Newt laughed as he looked to Clara who broke out into a grin. 

"You know, why don't you try?"  Minho said, looking to Newt then showed him his hands that were somewhat red.  "She has a strong hit."  Minho whined.  Clara smirked and whacked his hands again.  "Clara."  Minho gave her a look then the three broke out into a fit of laughter.

"We should do this more often.  Just the three of us.  Quite peacefully honestly."  Newt suggested and Minho nodded in agreement.

"We should head back.  They're probably wondering where we went."  Minho stood up and brushed the leaves off of him.

"Back to the rest I suppose."  Clara smiled softly and stood up after Newt did as the three headed out.

"We should give ourselves a name."  Minho told them as he stood between the two as they walked.  "A name?"  Newt raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah.  The three of us.  Give ourselves like a group name."  Minho smiled widely, loving his idea.

Clara and Newt looked at each other, not really sure about it but Minho was already saying names out loud, seeing which one seemed best.

"What about The Originals?"  Clara asked and Minho looked at her and smiled wider.

"I like that.  That sounds cool."  Minho nodded.

Newt nodded as well, smiling softly.  "Sounds good to me." 

"Alright then.  The Originals."  Minho wrapped his arms around the two.  "We are heading out." 

"Oh, lord."  Newt mumbled.

~~~

"Clara."  Stephens voice rang through her ears as she looked up from the deck of cards she was messing with in the Medjacks.  Clint left awhile ago to get dinner, she told him she wasn't hungry and just stayed.

"Everything alright?"  Stephen questioned, looking down at her worriedly.

"Mhm.  Everything's fine."  She nodded then paused, shaking her head this time.

"It's actually not fine." 

Stephen looked at her worriedly, a frown playing on his lips, he didn't say anything at first but then he nodded, deciding he should.  What does he have to lose?

"That day...with George.  I saw he was saying stuff to you that only you could hear.  What was it?"  He asked.  He had a feeling he knew what she told her, but he wanted to know.  It's been eating at him since that day.

"What are you talking about?"  Clara asked, but she knew what he was asking.  She just didn't know if she should tell him.  She just continued to shuffle the cards in her hands.

"Clara, please."  Stephen abruptly took the seat from across from her, grabbing the cards away from her.

"You know you can trust me.  I just want to help."  Stephen told her seriously, his eyes pleading for her to tell him.

"He told me...George told me..."  Clara began, pausing a few times trying to fine the right words.  What exactly it meant.

"That I needed to get out. That they're going to kill me...he said all of them...all of them are going to kill me. Does that mean the creators?" She looked from the table to Stephen.

Stephen had his hands up to his mouth, elbows propped on the table as he listened to her talk. He was trying to figure it out as well.

"I don't know. But it sounds similar to-what I told you."

"What you told me"

The two said the last part at the same time, looking at each other, they didn't say anything else. They didn't know what was going on. But something big was happening, it was coming, getting closer.

"What do we do Stephen?" Clara asked softly.

"I don't know Clara. I honestly don't know. You won't get hurt. I promise." He looked at her seriously before he spoke up again.

"Nothings going to harm you while I'm around." He stated seriously, moving his elbow closer to her as he had his pinky up in the air.

"Promise."

Clara leaned in a bit and propped her elbow on the table as well, locking her pinky with his as they looked into each other's eyes.

"A pinky promise is our sacred promise Steph." Clara told him seriously, smiling slightly.

"I know that Clara...that's why I'm making one." He smiled and the two tugged their pinky's.

"Cross my heart." Clara started as the two continued to look at one another and pulled their pinky's, Stephen finishing their sacred promise.

"And hope to die..."

**ewwww.  I hate this chapter.  I had no idea what to write.  I gave my little trio a name because they need a name.  The Originals...I also want to watch that show now. Hehe. We're already in the storm. The last chapters are going to be messy**

**Into the Sea ~ Tasha Layton**