"All in favor of Mallory becoming a med-jack, raise your hand." Alby shouts over the chaotic din of the gathering. Clint has pretty much claimed Mal for himself, as far as jobs go, and no one really has any better ideas, so, as expected, all hands go up.

"Well that settles it, I'll go get her." Newt says, standing to retrieve Mal, who sits outside the door awaiting our decision. This gathering has been a relatively calm one, mostly due to the fact that Gally isn't here. Mal enters the room, looking around nervously for a chair. I pull one out and motion for her to sit beside me. She does, giving me a grateful smile as she takes her seat. I know how it feels when your future has been decided without you, and she has every right to be nervous.

"Mal you get the job of.....Med-jack!" Newt says, a big smile spreading across his face. I know he was worried she'd get a dangerous job, like runner or slicer, but we all know she isn't cut out for either. Mal breathes out a sigh of relief beside me, and slumps in her chair, the tension rolling off her shoulders.

"Congrats!" I whisper to Mal, squeezing her hand in encouragement. Usually, at this point we would go have a bonfire, but between still having to discuss the whole 'Gally issue' and the time of night, we decided it could wait until tomorrow. Everyone else is still murmuring their congratulations when Newt and Alby start yelling for everyone to be quiet.

"Slim it!!!!......now, clearly one of our council members is missing." Alby states, his voice starting in a yell and slowly lowering as the other voices die out. Every head in the room turns to Gally's empty chair. How could we not notice? Everything went smoothly for once.

"Gally is out because he has some...err...injuries." Alby continues, Minho's face lighting up in a satisfied smile at the part about Gally's 'injuries'. I laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. Gally thinks he so tough, yet gets his butt kicked every. Single. Time. Yet here we are once again trying to decide what to do with him. I don't even know why he is on the council to begin with.

"He threatened Sky and I beat the crap out of him. End of story." Minho says finishing the explanation for Alby, who would have undoubtedly taken a good thirty minutes to say basically the same thing. Everyone snickers, clearly just as happy as Minho that Gally finally got what he deserved.

"Yes, and now we have to decide what to do with the three of you." Newt says rolling his eyes, probably at the fact that Minho and I are involved in yet another controversy.

"The three of us? What did I do?" I ask wondering how the heck I got dragged into this, sure I punched him, but it was self defense.

"You are involved in this too Skylar, just because Minho did most of the damage doesn't mean you didn't play a part." Alby says, using my full name. I huff in annoyance but manage to keep my mouth glued shut.

"Now what do we want to do with them?" Newt asks flipping the page on his note pad, readying for all the ideas. I slide down in my chair, preparing to sit through the dozens of pointless arguments that are sure to follow.

"Skylar, Minho, out." He says pointing to the door without even bothering to look up.

"What?! But Newt!" I protest sitting up straight in my chair. "How are we supposed to defend ourselves?"

"You're not. I know what happened Sky. Now we can't decide what to do with you if you're here, so leave." Newt replies, gesturing to the door.

"But I got to stay last time, after I went out in the maze?!" I beg, the only thing worse than sitting through a meeting about yourself, is sitting outside a meeting about yourself.

"That was different, now would you just bloody leave?"

I sigh and stalk out of the room, Minho chuckling as he follows me out. I slam the door behind me, still mad that I have to leave. Sliding down against the wall opposite the door, I wait for it to open again.

"Why can't we just stay?" I wonder out loud as Minho takes a seat beside me.

"They probably think the other gladers are too scared of us to give 'proper judgement' when we're in there." He jokes pretending to punch the air. I shake my head, laughing at his reasoning even though I know it isn't true.

"You just think the whole world is afraid of you huh?" I tease poking him in the side.

"Isn't it though?" He asks with pretend innocence. His eyes going wide like I've just revealed some mind-blowing truth.

"Not a chance, I'm definitely not afraid of you. As for the rest of the world..." I shrug, "doubtful."

"I know. That's one of the first things I noticed about you, its one of the reasons I liked you. You weren't afraid of me, usually the greenies always are, but not you?"

"Hey! Liked? as in used too?" I ask, snapping my head to the side to look at him.

"Really that's what you picked up on?" He says calmly, rolling his eyes in my direction. "One of the reasons I originally liked you, now I have tons more." He clarifies, a grin working its way onto his lips.

"Ok well in that case..." I snicker laying my head on his shoulder. "I don't know, I just wasn't."

"Hmm." He responds lacing our fingers together. I smile and re-adjust, preparing to be sitting there awhile. "I guess that's a good enough answer."

"Good cause I don't have another one, except maybe that you'd be too scared to mess up your hair to do anything." I say playfully messing up his hair with my free hand. "Although you managed to roll down a hill without messing it up." I wonder, pausing thoughtfully.

"Whatever...wait you noticed that? I nearly broke your ankle and you were wondering why my hair wasn't a mess?"

"Well...... Girls notice weird things?" I say with a shrug, not sure how else to explain it.

"You can say that again." Minho teases looking down at me like I'm some alien species.

"Whatever slinthead." I retort laying my head back down on his shoulder.

After a couple of minutes of silence, I ask the question that's been bothering me for the last half hour.

"What do you think they'll do? You don't think they'd...banish...." Even the word is painful.

"No, it won't be anything like that, if anything someone will get some time in the slammer." He answers shaking his head his head in dismissal.

"It'll be fine." He says again, rubbing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. I sigh, as long as I am here with him, everything will be alright.

An hour later Newt finally opens the door, motioning for us to come in. I haven't moved, my head still laid on Minho's shoulder.

"About time, I was almost asleep." I yawn, standing to stretch the stiffness from my limbs.

"I can see that." Newt answers raising his eyebrows at us. Silently we follow him inside, taking our usual seats on the far side of the room.

"We have decided what to do with you." Alby says dramatically once Newt has taken his seat.

"Ya and what's that?" I snap unable to bite my tongue any longer.

"I was getting there, slim it Skylar and I'll tell ya." Alby snaps back, looking annoyed. He's probably just tired like the rest of us, tired and ready for this meeting to be over.

"Gally will get two weeks in the slammer, once he gets better." We all cheer, we won't have to deal with him for two whole weeks. "Skylar, will be off the hook, this time.... And only because she acted in self defense."

Ok so apparently the council does have some common sense left.

"And Minho gets one night in the slammer, because technically he did break a rule."

"What?!" I shout angry that I get off clean and Minho has to spend the night in the slammer. "He was just defending me?"

"Ya am I just supposed to let some creep attack her?" Minho adds, looking pretty frustrated himself.

"Calm down and no, If you'd just punched him once or whatever it took to get him off of her, you would be let go too, but we decided that you took it farther than necessary." Alby explains.

"That's ridiculous! 'Farther than necessary' what is this?" I shout, shooting out of my seat.

"Careful Skylar or you'll be in there with him." Alby warns. I'm about to tell him how much I care when Minho interrupts.

"Sky it's fine, it's just one night, not that bad." Minho says sternly, glaring at me until I sit down.

"Gathering over." Newt sighs. Everyone rushes out of the room, careful to avoid meeting my eyes. I'm starting to wonder if Minho was right, maybe they are scared of us. That's ridiculous I tell myself, deciding that they're probably just tired of sitting in here. I know I am, I also know I won't be getting much sleep tonight. Not with Minho locked in the slammer.