"Took you long enough," you teased Minho and Thomas when they finally joined you at the doors of the Maze.

"Minho just had to restyle his hair," Thomas rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" Minho protested, returning the shove Thomas had just given him. "It was everywhere-!"

"You had one hair out of place!" Thomas moaned, running a hand down his face. "One shucking hair-"

"All right, all right, enough," you pushed between the two boys, doing a little stretch and running into the Maze. "Time's a-wasting, bitches!"

The boys laughed, sprinting after you.

"Take the lead, Minho," you called, slowing a little to let the Asian boy race ahead. "Where's the Griever?"

"Follow me," he called over his shoulder, you and Thomas keeping pace just a little behind him.

"So, what'd you do to it again?" you asked the brunette boy.

"Well, we-" Thomas started.

"Holy shit!" you interrupted him, crying out at the sight before you. "You squashed it?!"

"Thomas did," Minho said. "I ... ran through to the other side and kinda stood there yelling at him."

You sniggered. "Real heroic, Minho."

You glanced at the Griever poking out from the wall, and grimaced a little at the squashed flesh and the guts everywhere. "That's disgusting."

"No kidding," Thomas raised his eyebrows. You lifted a single eyebrow back (there wasn't a lot to do in the Glade some days, and someone had to put Gally in his place, so you'd mastered the art of the sarcastic eyebrow raise) but walked closer to it to inspect the corpse.

"It stinks," you moaned, waving a hand in front of your face. You averted your eyes from the ... whatever the shuck that was at your feet, looking down into the passage, where it was trapped, and you gasped as you saw something blinking.

A red light.

"Guys, what's that?" you asked, grabbing Minho and pointing at the light.

"Let's get it out," Thomas said, like the complete bloody moron he was.

You shook your head, but helped the boys pull out the leg, wincing as it made a disgusting squelching sound. Suddenly, the Griever moved, causing all three of you to drop the leg and screech. Surprisingly, Minho had the highest scream of all of you, something you made a mental note to tease him for later.

"Was that a reflex or something? Or is it still alive?" you asked, inching closer to the rotten flesh, prodding it carefully with your spear.

"I hope so," Thomas muttered. "Because we're in such shit if that's still alive."

Minho, satisfied with the results (or lack thereof) yielded by your spear inspection, moved closer, looking for the blinking red light. It appeared to actually be imbedded in some metal, and Minho took the flesh in his hands, pulling out the metal sealed in leg. You made a face at the squelching sound it made, but that didn't stop you and Thomas from rushing around to Minho's side to inspect it.

"What the hell is that?" you grimaced, giving Minho a square of fabric in your pocket to wipe it clean.

"I don't know," Minho stared curiously.

"Okay, c'mon, Y/N, Minho: let's go," Thomas picked up his spear, casting the Griever one final disgusted glance over his shoulder. "I don't fancy meeting any more today. Or ever, really."

You chuckled, picking up your supplies and making out for the exit.

- - -

Newt raced towards you as you jogged from the Maze, hugging you tightly. You hugged back, squeezing tightly, although this did seem a little sudden. He gripped your waist, bringing his lips to yours smoothly. You heard a few whistles, but ignored them, focusing on how nice it was to fell Newt's lips against yours.

"What's wrong?" you asked as you pulled apart, noticing the worry etched deep into his features. "Is everything okay?"

"Can't I worry about you, Y/N?" Newt chuckled, clutching your hands in his, bringing them to his lips. "You're my girlfriend, after all."

You smiled softly, unable to help it at the sight of the boy before you. "That's sweet, Newt. But I can tell there's something else bothering you."

"I have a lot on my plate," Newt sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose. "And Gally's being a proper shank like always, getting really pissed at Thomas, even though he can't exactly stop him from going into the Maze. He's a Runner now."

You wrapped your arms around Newt, leaning your head against his chest and letting him stroke your hair. "I'm so sorry, Newt. Sorry you have all this pressure on you and Gally not helping ... is there any way I can help?"

Newt smiled down at you. "I need you to try and peace-keep between Gally, Tommy, Minho ... everyone. I don't want all these mindless conflicts keep arising, alright?"

You saluted playfully. "Yes, sir."

Newt ruffled your hair, and you ruffled his in return. "Let's go to that meeting, hey?"

- - -

"Everyone, calm down. Calm down!" you yelled as the fighting escalated. Everyone snapped their mouths shut and turned to you.

"What the bloody hell are we even fighting over?" you exclaimed, rubbing your temples.

"Thomas-" Gally started.

"Thomas is a Runner, he can go into the Maze! God, Gally, just leave him be!"

"But-" the Keeper of the Builders protested.

"Listen up, shank," you stabbed a finger into his chest. "Thomas was prepared to give his life for Alby and Minho, who we desperately need for the Glade to work. And all I see you doing is sitting on your ass and starting fights. So cool off, will you? And lay off Thomas."

Gally stared at you for a second, before scoffing and turning away. You looked to Newt, who nodded and grinned.

"Good job," he mouthed across the room.

"Now, listen up, shanks," you began again, causing laughter to ripple across the room. "Minho, Tommy and I are gonna go and see if we can figure out what this is." You held up the metal ... thing. "In the mean time, you guys do what Newt needs help with."

"Yes, Y/N," everyone chorused dutifully. Newt chuckled.

"You after my bloody position, Y/N?"

"Nah," you grinned. "I'm after Minho's."

"Hey!" the Asian boy chased after you as you both ran to the Map Room.

"See you later, Newt," Thomas sighed, chasing after you and Minho.

- - -

"Wait," you said slowly, back in the Map Room. "That says 7 on it."

"Yeah?" Thomas and Newt cocked their heads, not understanding.

"What if it means Sector 7?" you pointed to the section of Minho's replica. "That could be something we need to investigate."

"Y/N, you shucking genius," Minho laughed, hugging you to his side. "That's what we're doing tomorrow."

"Minho! Minho! Y/N!"

Someone was screaming from outside the Map Room. You quickly ran to the door, opening it to reveal Clint and Jeff.

"What the hell? You guys aren't allowed here!" Minho protested.

"Sorry, man," Jeff panted. "But it's that girl-"

"What's wrong, is she okay?" Thomas blurted. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he turned very red.

"She's awake."

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