I open my eyes to the pale light of dawn, Newt's arms still around me. I lie in his embrace for a minute as the doors open before patting his hand gently where it rests on my stomach.

"Newt, I need to get up." I say into the space in front of me and he groans, squeezing me tighter. "Newt," I laugh, turning around, "let me go!"

"No," he says, our noses almost touching.

"Come on, I've got stuff to do!" I protest but he just smiles.

"Am I stuff?"

"No, so let me go!"

He sighs, feigning disappointment then releases his hold on me. I sit up, then lean back down and kiss him lightly. "Ok, let's get this Greenie in the slammer."

"After we do that...?"

"No." I cast a firm look at him, but he makes puppy eyes at me and I can't resist that look. "Maybe, but we have work!"

He sighs, then limps after me. "I suppose you're right."

"I am right." I confirm, looking straight where I'm walking, "I'm always right." I grin at the air in front of me.

"No, you're not, only sometimes." Even with his limp, his legs are still longer than mine and he can walk faster. I fold my arms across my chest and keep walking, determined not to look at him.

Thomas is asleep in his hammock, I'm surprised that doors opening didn't wake him.

"Greenie." I say crisply, and he opens his eyes, squinting up at me. "Get up, you'll spend today in the slammer."

"Wha-? Oh, yeah." He says, swinging his legs out of the hammock and brushes himself off, ready to go.

"Right, come with us." I say as I start towards the slammer.

"Don't pay attention to (Y/N)," Newt says behind me, "she's grumpy today."

"I can hear you, you know?"

"Yeah," he replies, "I know."

When we get to the slammer, I open the door with the keys attached to my belt. The hinges are a little rusty and it creaks ominously as it swings inward. Stepping back, I make a "ladies first" gesture and Thomas steps through.

"Now," I tell him as I shut the door, "Chuck'll bring you some breakfast in a minute, lunch at lunch time, and we'll let you out at dinner time, so have fun!" I twist the key in the lock and wave, then head off to the gardens.

The day goes quite fast, lots to do around the Glade. It's getting close to dinner time when Newt reminds me of Thomas in the slammer.

"Shuck, almost forgot he was there!" we laugh, then go together toward the homestead, and the Slammer where Thomas is sitting against the corner, although he jumps up when he sees us coming.

"You're letting me out now, right?"

"Yeah," Newt says as I push the key into the padlock, "calm down."

I swing the door open and Thomas steps out, looking around as if he expected the glade to change during the one day he was in the slammer.

"Go get some dinner, shank." I tell him, lightly slapping his shoulder.

"Thanks," he says before going to find Chuck and food.

"I think we need to talk to the girl tomorrow." Newt says, and I nod. "And we need to take Thomas too."

"Mmm, recon you're right." It's been something that's been floating around in my mind for a while.

We head over to where everyone is eating, grab some food and sit down. Tonight, it's bowls of Frypan's special stew with bread.

When I'm done mopping up the flavoursome juice left over with my bread, I set my bowl down and rest my head in Newt's lap. He gently runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it off my face.

"What's up you two lovebirds?"

"Hey Minho." I answer.

"Good food, huh?" he says and we both agree.

"Greenie's first day as a runner tomorrow," Newt points out and Minho groans.

"Don't remind me."

"It was your idea to make him a runner, deal with it." I retort from my spot on Newt's lap. Newt laughs at that and Minho sniffs, taking another mouthful of his stew by the sound of it. "And chew with your mouth closed you disgusting shank."

"Ok, mom." He answers back, and Newt folds over laughing. I grunt, I've run out of replies. Suddenly I yawn, I'm so tired. I shut my eyes, just for a minute.