I sat at the table with a hot cup of coffee in my hands. My entire body hurt, everything was stiff. The road rash from sliding on the stone was tight and uncomfortable under my leggings. I had slept all afternoon and all night. I didn't know if Gally stayed or slept as long, I was dead to the world. Minho gimped over and with a lot of moaning and groaning he sat down across from me. 

"Where's Mr Muscles?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Already at work, Min...its already 930 in the morning. We would have been two and a half hours in the maze." 

"Oh..."

I just rolled my eyes. Taking a sip of coffee I glanced around and then leaned closed to Minho. He leaned in.

"We still going out? Pretty sure Gal is gonna loose his klunk, but I'm not missing a dissection of this thing I killed." I whispered, "He was a bit edgy this morning." 

"Who's edgy?" Newt came and sat down beside me. 

"Gally." I sat up straight.

Newt just hummed, and frowned slightly, while he sipped his coffee.

"Yesterday was bloody hard..I could tell, I saw it in his eyes but.." he nodded seriously. He turned to look at me, "your good for him Snips." 

I raised my eyebrows.

"I know in the beginning you guys butted heads and you guys were uh...explosive, but your figuring each other out and how to handle your own buggen' Changing after effects." 

I smiled affectionately at Newt, he always had the right words to encourage you when you needed it the most. But then my smile slipped...the guilt must have flashed in my eyes because Newt frowned and narrowed his eyes. He sighed and I saw him deflate. 

"What are you and Minho planning?" He ran a hand down his face. 

"Newt! We have a dead one! An actual dead one this time! I'm gonna go check it out, I want answers and I want out of here!" I said sharply, "Everyone else is too much of a shucken coward. So it's up to Minho, Tommy and I!" 

Newt sighed again, running his hand through his hair. 

"I know you're the big bad leader right now, but this is gonna happen!" I said pointing a threatening finger at him. 

"I know Snips...I know. But let me guess, Gally doesn't?" 

I opened and then closed my mouth and shook my head. "No." I said shortly. 

Newt sighed. His constant sighing was irritating, and I snapped.

"Look! You said just now, talking about the Maze and stuff yesterday was hard for him, you just said you could see it! I walked in on a full on panic attack yesterday after the gathering-"

"Wait..? He still gets them?" Minho cut in, frowning. 

"Yes Minho. Full blow panic and anxiety attacks. Still wakes up to nightmares, sometimes yelling, swinging and crying." I answered honestly, looking his dead in the eye.

"But that was like a year ago!" 

"And your point?" I snapped. I was angry how tackless he was being. I loved the guy to death, he was my absolute best friend, but sometimes he could be a little harsh and not fully understanding. And for a Runner, sometimes he was not very aware of his souroundings.

"Our minds were shucken messed with! And it was traumatic, you don't just get over PTSD like that, you complete shuck face! You have no clue! None! Don't judge him because you don't understand! Anger is just his coping mechanism!" 

Minho held up his hands in surrender, "Okay Tiger! Claws away, I get it! Your both jacked in the head." 

I growled at him, my eyes narrowed. I turned back to Newt. 

"Anyways! Yesterday, yes it was hard, and he's still a little edgy, and if I said I was going back out there, after what happened...I'm pretty sure I would break him."

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Well thank you for your input." I said curtly, standing up. I went to leave but paused, and turned back to Newt. "Just please wait to tell him until after were gone. 'Cause I know you will." 

We're coming Tommy Boy! Hope you had a good snooze in the Slammer!

About time! I'm hungry. Bring food. It wasn't too bad in here. Blanket was warm.

HOLD THE SHUCK PHONE! You got a blanket?

Uhh yeah? Newt brought me one. 

SHUCK THAT SHIT!

I stopped walking and spun towards Newt who was following behind me talking to Minho. 

"The hell Newt!" I yelled, furious. The guys froze, confused. I stormed up to them, they both leaned away slightly.  

"You give Tommy a blanket in the slammer and I just about freeze to shuck death?" I yelled, poking him in the chest, my blood boiling. Newts went wide and a pink blush made its way onto his cheeks. Minho crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Newt. Who was looking at the ground, and was now rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Just 'cause you found your tall dark hansom muscled dream boat! Jeeze Newt!" I threw my hands in the air, rolling my eyes, and spinning away. 

"Wait! How did you know?" Newt called after me.

I slowed down, realizing I just gave my self up. Shuck. And Newt wouldn't take a half assed excuse. He would know I'm lying. 

"Uhh.." I stuttered. Newt had caught up to me, grabbing my arm. He spun me around. Both boys had narrowed eyes, arms folded, waiting for an answer. 

"You're not...you didn't sneak out...your not...cheating on-"

*SMACK* 

"MINHO!" 

I shook my hand out, it stung, but if looks could kill I would have murdered him. He held his hand over the red hand print I left on his face. 

 "YOU COMPLETE SHUCK FACE!" I screamed. 

I took a step forward, but Newt stepped forward and put an arm in front of me, pulling me back, glaring at him too. 

I felt the sting of tears in my eyes, "You of all people should know me better then that!" 

I saw the anger flash in his eyes. 

"Then how did you know?" 

"Because we can shucken talk with out brains Minho!" 

Both boys froze and looked at me like I grew a second head. And this was why I never told anyone. But the cat was out of the bag. 

"Yeah. We can speak telepathically. I had heard his voice on and off all year. And we figured it out the night in the maze, he doesn't remember anything before the maze, he doesn't remember talking to me. But there ya go!" I folded my arms, waiting for them to laugh and call me crazy. 

"Prove it." Minho challenged. 

"Fine!"

Hey, Tommy, can you memorize this for me? 

Uhh sure?

71526483. Minho I told you so Shuckface and if you accuse me like that again I'll break your jaw and Mama Newt is PMSing.

Why do I have to memorize that? 

Just..please.

Okay Sparky, but are you coming? I'm hungry.

"Okay. Let's go. Also, Newt bring your boy some food, he's hungry." I snapped at Newt and Minho.

"You looked like you spaced out there, your eyes were unfocused." Minho frowned. 

I just rolled my eyes and stormed across the Glade. The guys following, bring Thomas some breakfast. 

"Ahh you actually brought food!" Thomas grinned. 

Minho frowned and looked between us, while he fiddled with the keys. 

"Big day Greenie, sure you don't want to sit this one out?" Minho teased.

"Come on man! Get me out of here!" He whined.

"Be thankful you had a blanket." I grumbled, still very mad at  that. 

Thomas frowned at me. Minho finally unlocked the door and before it was even open properly, he was slipping through the crack. 

"Okay, hold up, I need this proved." Minho placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back a bit.

"What proved?" Thomas asked, stopping, looking at all three of us. Minho looked skeptical Newt looked curious and unsure. I felt pissed.

He means our telepathy thing. Remember what I asked you to memorize? Can you tell these stupid shuck faces?

He frowned at me, but turned to Newt and Minho.

"Uh she told me a bunch of numbers, 71526483. She uh also...said Minho I told you so Shuckface and if you accuse me like that again I'll break your jaw and Mama Newt is PMSing." He looked sheepishly at the guys. 

Both boys looked like I slapped them again. Minho opened and closed his mouth a few times. 

"But that's the maze sequence! Only...only runners know that!" He whispered in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes, Thomas looked confused, and slightly embraced.

"I told you shuckface. When have I ever lied?" I snapped, glaring at him. 

He held up his hands in surrender, "Fine, you win."  

"Can we get on with this? We're burning daylight!" I snapped. 

"Right. Yes...Thomas, there are a few  things you need  to know..." 

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My job was to try find a few Gladers willing to come with us. So I went to talk to a few who had supported Thomas and I yesterday, I had spoke to Vinny, Fry and Winston and unfortunately Chuck overhead and insisted on coming. We were just walking away from the Kitchen when Gally caught up to us. 

"Hey. Where you guys going?" He asked, throwing his arm over my shoulders, but I could feel the tension in his body, he still wasn't back to himself. And I felt horribly guilt for lying, I know I was going to trigger something. Again. 

"BloodHouse." I lied with a shurgged.

"Oh, alright, trying to figure out chicken or beef?" He grinned.

Frypan chuckled and slapped Gally's back, without missing a beat, "You got it brother! Gotta see which ones are ready to eat!" 

"Alright. See ya later." He pulled me into him, I tilted my head and he gently kissed my lips before turning back to his Builders table. 

"We better take the long way."  Winston whispered. 

I nodded and we headed towards the BloodHouse.

We'll be a few more minutes. We almost got caught. Be there right away.

Okay. But hurry!

Working on it! Slim it!

We slipped slipped behind the barn, waited for a moment, and then double backed through the Deadheads. I saw Thomas and Minho waiting anxiously.

"Took you long enough!" Minho threw his hands up.

"Did you not tell him?" I grumbled to Thomas, who opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head. I rolled my eyes. 

"What good is telepathy if you don't utilize it?" I muttered. 

"Come one! We're burning daylight!" Minho clapped his hands and rubbed them. He took the lead and we followed, sneaking through the DeadHeads, to get to the closest door, which conveniently took us in the most direct rout to section 7, where our Griever pancake was still hopefully waiting. 

We booked it from the cover of the trees towards the open doors. We all jogged inside. A few feet inside I realized we were missing someone. 

Tommy!

He turned around, and his face softened. We both jogged back towards the entrance. Chuck was standing right at the line. I could see his chubby pink face twisted in fear. Thomas and I kneeled down in front of him.

"Hey Chuckles, you okay?" I asked, messing up his hair. 

"Umm...I'm just...uh.." He stuttered, kicking his foot and looking tat the ground.

"Hey, it's okay Bud!" Thomas said, putting his hand on the boys shoulder. 

"Why don't you stay here?" I had a sudden idea, hoping this would save his pride. "We need a spy, here in the glade." 

I saw Thomas wink at me, catching onto the idea. 

"Yeah. Only Newt knows were going. But he doesn't know we have the other three. Keep an eye on everything here." 

"Especially Gally." 

His face sagged in relief. Chuck nodded his head, making his curls bounce.

"Thank Chuckles." I smiled at the kid, also patting his shoulder.

"We owe you! See you in a bit!" Thomas stood up and waved. 

We ran to catch up to Minho and the others. 

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It was a pretty direct route, Minho and I could run this with our eyes closed. Today we didn't push it though, we were defiantly feeling the after affects of 24 hours in the maze. Our bodies were still and sore, but the longer we ran, the looser I became and the easier it was to move. But these darn stitches were terrible. They were itchy and pulled, and kept rubbing. 

Fry, Vinny and Winston kept up pretty good, they weren't ready to be runners, but they did a good job. I was impressed. Their heads were spinning and constantly rotating, trying to see everything. 

"How do you keep it all straight! You don't even use maps!" Vinny huffed. 

Minho had just brought out a knife and without slowing down, hacked a vine off, letting it fall- it wasn't for our benefit, but for Thomas and the other three. Minho and I had run it so often we had it all memorized. 

"Bread crumbs." I called, grinning over my shoulder. 

He made an "Ahh." sound. 

"Ha! I'm Hansel. Your Gretel." Minho smirked. 

"And Tommy is the witch." I chuckled evilly.

"HEY! Your so mean to me Charlie!" He pouted.

"At least she didn't slap you!" Minho called, rubbing his cheek for an extra effect. 

"Don't be stupid and I wont have to!" I snapped back.

"I don't even want to know!" Winston said between breathing. 

"Almost there!" I called over my shoulder. 

We rounded the last corner and slowed to a walk, it only took us an hour and half to get here. I was impressed with these guys. At the end of the hall was our Griever, squished between two walls.