Warning! This story will contain no lemons, since I get really uncomfortable writing that stuff. However, I sometimes imply things and this chapter... well you get the gist. Sorry I'm super awkward, even through writing lmao!

*one month later*

The tiny sliver of moon hangs in the sky, barely enough to light my path as I make my way to the kitchen. I need water.

I try to be as quiet as I can, but I won't be surprised if I've woken anyone up. I'm notoriously clumsy, especially when I'm half asleep.

There'll be a new Greenie tomorrow, I'm sort of excited. Whenever we get a new one I always have a tiny hope that it's a girl. I don't have any issues with boys at all, but sometimes I wish had someone the same gender as me.

I rinse my cup and put it away, then make my way back to Newt by the fire. He stirs when I settle back down beside him, mumbling something.

"Shh, it's just me," I tell him, even though he's asleep. He rolls over towards me and opens his eyes, looking confused.

"Weren't you just here?" he looks at the spot on his other side that I was lying in before.

"Just needed a drink," I say, "didn't mean to wake you up. Sorry."

"S'alright love, wasn't really sleep anyway."

I raise an eyebrow and he shrugs. I open my arms and he scoots over, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and holding me close.

"You're the best thing in this bloody maze, you know that, right?"

I don't answer, just tilt my head up and kiss him gently, cupping his face in one hand and running my thumb over his cheekbone. When I pull away, he smiles at me brings his face down to mine, kissing me slowly, lingeringly.

"We should go to sleep," he says, pulling away, "we'll have a new Greenie tomorrow."

"Yeah," I agree, "maybe this time it'll be a girl."

"Come on, (Y/N), over two years and you're still the only girl, what do you think will change?" I shrug.

"Maybe the Creators will run out of boys?" Newt laughs, and I join in.

"Ok, Goodnight (Y/N)."

"Goodnight Newt."

As usual, the box alarm goes off just as the doors are opening.

"Newt," I say excitedly.

"Yeah, let's go."

We flock to the box with the other Gladers, all trying to get to the front.

"Coming through, excuse me, sorry, excuse me," I try to get to the box, threading through the Gladers to get to it.

"Hello? Hello? Somebody get me out of here!" the new guy (it is, in fact, a guy) has dark hair and looks around my age.

"Hello Greenie," I say, getting my rope ready, "welcome to the Glade."

The Greenie looks confused, so I explain that he needs to help us get the supplies out which he does, then climbs out himself.

"I'm (Y/N)," I shake his hand.

"Thomas," he says, looking around vaguely, "where am I?"

I sigh. "The Glade." I look over my shoulder to Alby, "Hey Alby would you mind taking this shank for the tour?" Alby nods and I thank him.

The rest of the morning Newt and I spend gardening. At lunch I find the Greenie and Alby, who have somehow roped in Chuck.

"Don't worry," the younger kid is saying to Thomas, who looks more interested in his food than anything, "I'll show you how it works around here, look after you and the like. You can count on Chuck you can."

"Good that," Newt says, taking a seat. I plop down next to Chuck and the Greenie, tucking in to my sandwich.

As soon as lunch is done, Newt goes back to work while I check up on the homestead's reconstruction work. As it's sort just tied and nailed together, it has to be under constant repair.

"Hey," I say, coming up behind Gally.

"Jesus Christ (Y/N) give me some warning!"

"Sorry," I laugh, "how's it going?"

He nods. "Good, good. Hey, I actually needed to talk to you."

"Yeah?" I ask, "What's up?"

"It's that new kid, Thomas, he's not trustworthy."

"Gally," I say, "he hasn't even been here a day, wha-"

"No," he cuts me off, "I've," he looks around and leans closer, "I've seen him. In the changing. He was there."

"Ok," I say, "what about it?"

"He's not like us. He's different." Gally looks adamant, so I nod, stepping away.

"Alright, I'll bare that in mind."

"Good," he says, sighing.

"I gotta go, seeya round."

I'm walking back towards the gardens when Thomas almost slams directly into me.

"Woah, woah dude slow down!"

He takes a breath and points over to the South Door. "Minho said to go get you and tell you bring him water."

"Wait what?" I ask, "Minho's back? He's not supposed to be back yet." Thomas shrugs, and I sigh. "Ok, well you get some water and I'll go to him. Is that alright?" Thomas nods and jogs off to get water.

I make my way to the South Door, wondering what's going on.

When I get there Minho is lying flat on his back, breathing heavily and flushed red in the face.

"Minho what the-"

"Save it," he gasps between breaths, "said I'd tell the Greenie too and I ain't saying it twice."

"Ok, I'll wait. You ok?"

He waves a hand which I take to mean yes.

Thomas is back pretty soon with the water which Minho gulps down.

"Alright spill. What's up?" I say when he's done.

"I found a dead one."

"A dead what?" Thomas asks.

"A dead Griever shuckface," Minho sighs.

"A Griever?"

"I'll get Newt to show you tomorrow." I say shortly.

"Anyway," Minho cuts in, "I was running, as usual, and I turned a corner and there it was, just lying there, still as a statue. So, I got my butt back here as fast I could. Look I'm tired and sun sick and I recon my feet are gonna fall off, but if you wanted to, we could probably make it out there are back in time before the walls close."

"Walls close?" Thomas asks.

"You'll see tonight," I say absently, then to Minho; "No, I think you should just head straight to the maps room. We can do tomorrow morning."

"Good that." Minho gets up and starts walking to the maps room, the little building by the Deadheads.

"Come on Greenie," I say to Thomas, "you can have the rest of the day off. Tomorrow you can start trials."

"Trials?" he asks, then adds "and why you all call me Greenie? My name is Thomas."

"Because," I reply, "you're the Greenie. The newest person here. And yeah, trials. You'll get to try out all the different jobs, decide which one fits you best. Did Alby tell you anything?" I roll my eyes.

"Not really, no." Thomas answers.

"Shank." I mutter under my breath.

"What's a shank? And shuck, and klunk?"

"Shank is a person, shuck is a curse word, and klunk is poop." I answer shortly. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have a job to do. See you at the bonfire, Greenie."

The bonfire is my favourite thing about the Maze, other than Newt of course. We stack the firewood high all afternoon and douse it in a bit of oil, just to make it catches. Everyone lets out a loud "whoop!" when Winston drops the match into it, sending a wave of flame over the kindling.

We stand around, eating our dinner and passing around a bottle of our special brew.

As the night wears on, I make my way over to where Newt is sitting with his back against a log, watching everyone talking and laughing around the fire.

I take a seat, resting my head against his shoulder.

He looks down at me, then back at everyone else. Pretty soon Thomas heads our way, a smile on his face.

"Mind if I sit with you guys?" he asks and we both nod.

"So," I say, "had any of our horrendous drink yet?"
He shakes his head and I pass him my cup. He sniffs it, looking from me to Newt.

"Is this safe?" he asks.

"Don't think," says Newt, "just take a nice big mouthful." Thomas does as he's told, spitting it out immediately.

"What is that?" he asks and we both laugh.

"It's a very special drink, sacred to us Gladers." I joke, and Newt joins in.

"Initiation ceremony. You have to drink a whole bottle in one breath while we all watch." Thomas looks horrified.

"We're joking," I say, and he looks so relieved.

"You can, ah, you can have your cup back." I take it, downing the rest in one swallow.

"So, what do you think?" Newt asks, "the Glade, the Maze, all of it."

Thomas takes a moment to consider, then says, "It's a bit strange, but everyone seems pretty chill. Except for that guy with the eyebrows. Have I don't something to offend him?"

"Nah," I say, "Gally's usually a nice guy, bit uptight. I don't know why he has an issue with you." That's a lie, but I'm not going to tell this new kid that Gally doesn't trust him because he saw him in a poison-induced hallucination, even if it was a memory.

"Hmmm," Thomas says, then turns to me. "Why are you the only girl?"

"(Y/N)," Newt answers for me, "was the first one here. She had a month of being the only one, then everyone who showed up after her was a guy. We don't know why exactly, just that she's a girl and we're not."

"Thank you, Newt," I say, "for that beautiful and in-depth explanation."

"Are you guys...?" Thomas gestures between us and we nod. He makes an "ah" noise and nods.

We sit together until everyone starts heading to bed, then I instruct Thomas to find Chuck.

"He'll get you a spot, or a hammock of you're lucky."

"Where do you guys sleep?" he asks, and we point to the ground. He shrugs, and, saying goodnight wanders off to find Chuck.

"Tomorrow," I say to Newt, "I'm going into the Maze with Minho. Can you show him a Griever?"

"Yeah, of course. "Why are you going into the Maze?"

"They found a dead one. A griever."

Newt looks at me. "A dead one?"

"That's what Minho said."

"Well I'm not going to stop you, mainly because I know I couldn't, but just be careful."

"I will."

He lies down, yawning. I follow suit, wrapping my arms around him from behind and lightly kissing his neck, then his ear, then his shoulder. He turns in my arms and kisses me, his soft lips sending tingles through my whole body. Somehow, his hand has found its way under my shirt and his calloused fingers brush the skin of my back, up and down. His lips move from my mouth to my jaw and down my neck, making me gasp.

"We should go somewhere else," I whisper between kisses. Newt picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist and limps towards the homestead. He's still kissing my collar bone, and I'm worried he'll stand on someone.

"Newt..." I whisper, and he stops, looking me in the eyes.

"If you don't want to we can stop, any time. Just say the word."

I nod, and he lets me slide to the ground, taking my hand in his. We find the homestead, and it won't be an issue because nobody sleeps in there.

We fumble up the stairs, and I grab a condom on the way up. I guess the Creators knew someone was going to do it eventually.

When we get up the bedroom – it's kind of our sick bay but nobody needs it right now and it's better than outside – Newt kisses me fiercely, so hard it almost hurts. Almost.

He kisses me again and I pull his shirt off; being a gardener has done wonders for his body. He fumbles a little with my bra clip, but I reach around and do it for him. I slip my shirt over my head, then pull of my pants and underwear. He copies me, and there we stand, completely naked. I take him in, all of him from his head to his toes. Perfect in every way.

I can feel his eyes raking over my body and suddenly I feel self-conscious. I have stretch marks on my breasts and hips, my stomach isn't exactly flat, and I have a large scar on my side that must happened before I lost my memories.

"You're beautiful," Newt breathes, "every inch of you is beautiful."

I smile, he thinks I'm beautiful.

Btw for those of who want to read *that stuff* I have a chapter on my Maze Runner Imagines book that's the um... details from this one. It follows directly on from this so if you wanted you can go read that.