"Forgetting you was the worst part." The girl said.

Her voice sounded odd. Like she was forcing himself to be calm. I didn't like it. I was instantly on edge. I slowly got up, my eyes narrowed slightly. Thomas followed my lead. He took a step back, stepping on my toes.

She was leaning against the massive stone wall, her arms crossed, and a look of superiority in her face. She looked so  different now,  awake and  alert—standing.  Wearing a  long-sleeved white shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes, she looked—impossibly, even more striking than when I had seen her in the coma the few times. Black hair framed her pale face, with bright electric blue eyes.

Eyes that slid from Thomas to me, and I felt my skin crawl. Her eyes were like lazers, trying to pierce me. Unlike Gally's intense gaze that made me feel stuck and my heart flutter, or Newt's soft chocolate brown eyes or Thomas's whiskey eyes always looking like he was trying to figure out a puzzle; this girls gaze was sharp and calculating.

Her eyes went back to Thomas and a small pout formed on her soft pink lips.

"Tom, do you really not remember me?"

"No. I don't."

Her pout got bigger, and her big blue eyes went sad. Thomas frowned, his eyebrows knitting together.

"You mean ... you remember me?" he asked, "do you remember her?" He nodded his head in my direction. He had slightly moved his bigger body infront of mine.

I could sense his unease and I'm sure he could feel mine.

The girls eyes slid back to me, and I swear I saw a small smirk and then it was gone when I blinked back into the sad confused one.

"Yes. No. Maybe? Charlie...right? They said I kept saying your names." She threw her arms up in disgust. "I can’t explain it Tom."

"So you know our names. Do you have a name?" I snapped.

"Teresa." She said immidiatly and crossed her arms.

Her name sent a sharp pain through my head.

I know that name! Just like I knew your name. She's familiar. But is she familiar because of The Changing or from before?

I have no idea, maybe she seems familiar..but I don't know.

You know I know you're talking.

I glared at her. Could she hear what we're saying or just knew we were talking.

Does she know what we're saying?

No idea. Let's try. She seems like a witch with a capital B.

Thomas snorted, trying to hide his laughter .

Teresa just stood in front of us, her face didn't change, she didn't flinch nothing.

Maybe it's like a phone, we have to like a conference call her.

That... actually makes sense.

You say that like your shocked.

I felt him chuckle.

"Are you two done?" She asked, her voice was snippy all of a sudden.

"No. Hold on, we were just talking about you." I snapped back.

"Okay... enough, Snips." Thomas rolled his eyes, he folded his arms and looked at the thin slender girl. "What else do you remember?"

She tucked some hair behind her ear, and bit her lip, thinking.

"I remember remembering, Feelings. Emotions. Like I have all these shelves in my head, labeled for memories and faces, but they’re empty. As if everything before this is just on the otherside of a white curtain. Including you, Tom."

She looked up at Thomas through her lashes.

I rolled my eyes.

Is she shucken flirting with you? Eww.

Uhh...yeah, I feel that.

"I also remember voices, saying WICKED is good and feeling like I was drowning."

I growled, narrowing my eyes again. Folding my arms, getting very frustrated with this girl by the minute.

"But how do you know me?" Thomas asked.

Teresa ignored me all together and focused solely on Thomas. She batted her eyelashes, taking a step closer, she wrapped her arms around herself.

"I don’t know, Tom. Something about before we came to the Maze. Something about us. It’s mostly empty, like I said."

"You know about the Maze? Who told you? You just woke up." I asked, pointing at her, my suspicions and unease growing even more.

Shuck, I'm turning into Gally. But I saw a flicker of something flash in her eyes, they widened for a second and then slid back into innocens and confusion.

Did you see that? Her eyes.

Yeah, but...I don't know maybe she is telling the truth

Oh shuck that. Don't be naive Tommy!"

"I ... It’s all very confusing right now.” She held a hand out. “But I know you’re my friend."

Oh gage!

Okay...that was a little much ...

A little?

"How did you speak inside our heads?" Thomas asked.

Teresa shrugged.

No idea. I can just do it.

I felt her cold uncomfortable presence. I shuddered. I shut her out and only thought about Tommy's mins link line.

Tommy?

She feels so...cold.

And uncomfortable

She spoke aloud again. "It’s like if you tried to ride a bicycle here, if they had one." She chuckled, but Thomas and I just stood stiff staring at her.

"Do you remember learning to ride one?"

"No." I snapped.

"I remember riding one, but not learning.” Thomas paused, I felt his sadness and saw him sag. "Or who taught me."

"Oh...well,” she said, her eyes flickered with something else, something I couldn't understand. "Anyway ... it’s kind of like that.”

She paused and her bright eyes flicked between me and Thomas.

"You didn't tell anyone did you? That we can talk with our minds?"

"Yeah I did, actually." I said defiantly.

She arched a perfect eyebrow.

"It's like I trust people in the shucked up place or something." My temper was excilating and my patience was thinning.

"And they didn't think you were....a freak? You're already the lone girl, the slut who got herself knocked up." She asked, her voice dripping in a sharp superiority .

"Why you little-"

I lunged at her with a snarl. Thomas grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me back just as Newt, Jeff, Clint, Minho and Gally showed up.

"Let me go! She's a bit-"

"Charlie!" Gally barked.

I kept struggling and trying to swing at her. I was surprised how strong Thomas was. Gally snatched me out of Thomas's grip with a growl, holding me right to his chest.

"What's going on?" He demanded, I felt the tension and anger radiating from him, his chest rumbled and he growled.

"How in the ..." Newt said as he pulled up in front of them. Newt looked at Teresa, "How’d you get here? MedJack said you were there one second and buggin’ gone the next."

Teresa turned to look Newt up and down, her nose wrinkling slightly

"Guess he forgot to tell the little part about me kicking him in the groin and climbing out the window."

"Are all girls like this?" Minho asked.

Teresa's eyes flicked over to Minho and she smirked. Minho wrinkled his nose and took a step backwards. Gally growled, holding me tighter. Newt narrowed his eyes at the girl. Then rounded on Thomas and me.

"What the bloody hell is going on?"

"Your guess is as good as mine!" I snarled, struggling against Gally. "This chick just mutters shuck in our heads and then wakes up, and somehow finds us! And knows klunk she shouldn't!"

"What?" Newt asked confused.

"She told Tommy and me some messed us stuff!" I snapped.

Everyone looked back and forth between Thomas and me and then Teresa. Thomas nervously nodded his head.

"What did she say? And what do you mean talking inside your head?" Gally growled.

"I mean just that!" I sighed, it was now or never, maybe he wouldn't loose his klunk right now.

"Tommy and I can speak to each other in our heads. And appently so can this bit-"

"What did she say?" Newt cut me off loudly.

"She...she said... something like wicked is good, everything's going to change and something about the ending...?"

"Everything is going to change." Teresa said calmly nodding her head and crossing her arms.

"Yeah she also knew we were stuck in a maze and that Tommy and I could talk to each other and we didn't have memories." I yelled, I stopped struggling and looked her dead in the eyes. "And she knew I was pregnant."

There was a collective intake of breath. Every head spun to Teresa, who looked quite calm. Her eyes however flicked with anger and quite possibly fear for a moment.

Everyone stood still for a second.

"But..how is that possible? Even most of the Gladers didn't know about that!" Gally's voice was full of distrust.

Teresa shrugged. "Maybe I heard it and rememberd while I was in that coma."

Jeff looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Bull shit." I snarled and started struggling again.

Newt turned to Gally, and gave him a nod of his head. Gally picked me up and started walking away.

"I'm sorry Snips. You need to calm down." Newt called, when I started yelling and fighting.

"Sorry Tiger! I would loved to see a cat fight!" Minho yelled.

Clint punch his shoulder.

"Ow! I'm kidding jeez! Tiger woulda' whooped her ass!"

"Shucken right I would!" I yelled, still struggling. Gally had tossed me over his shoulder.

"Tommy will just tell me everything anyways! You shucken slint head! We were friends, Newt! This is shucken betrayal!"

Gally grunted from his efforts, I wasn't going to make this easy for him. I was pissed at everyone. Except Tommy. Gally kicked our bedroom door open and dumped me in the bed.

"Explain right now." He demanded.

I sat up, holding my side where the stitches pulled and crossed my legs and arms, pouting like a child.

"Explain what?" I snapped.

"Why you and Thomas were along in the woods."

"Are you shucken serious?" I yelled throwing my hands into the air.

Gally didn't move or say anything, his feet planted huge arms folded across his broad chest, jaw clamped shut and his eyes so intense I'm surprised I didn't disinigrate on the spot.

I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"I was sitting with Alby, that witch said that clunk in my head I freaked out. Ran into the woods. Tommy found me- cuz he freaked out. We talked. She showed up being all weird and suspicious. Then you guys showed up."

"How did he find you? I've been trying to find you for a while."

"I told you Gally. We can talk to each other with our minds."

I saw his eyes flash and his check muscle twitch.

"Your making it hard to believe you don't love him too."

"Oh for fuck sakes Gally. He's gay! He has a shucken crush on Newt!" I yelled exhaspirated, I finally climbed off the bed.

His eyes narrowed for a split second and then like the fog lifted his eyes softened.

"He's...he has..he likes Newt?"

I threw my hands up and spun away from him with a scream of frustration.

"I told you this I don't know how many times already! Yes, you thick skulled ox!"

"And ...and all the stairing?"

"Yes, Gally. He seemed familiar, right from the start. Look, I don't know why you saw me and him together in your memories. I have nothing of us from the past, but he seemed familiar. Yes, I've heard his voice my head for a year-"

"The whole year?" He cried in surprise.

I felt my face flush a bit. I kept that a secret until today. I sighed and nodded.

"We didn't realize it until we were stuck in the maze. He doesn't remember anything! So don't start. I've asked and I've drilled him. He knows just as much as the next shank! He's just as clueless as everyone else. He just has more guts and questions than anyone here!"

"Oh." He unfolded his arms and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Really? That's all you have to say? After all the shit you said earlier? All you have to say is oh?"

He sighed heavily and sank into the side of the bed, he put his head in his hands.

"I...I don't know, Charlie. I really don't! I know it in my head, and then when I see you two together this fog clouds everything. I see your easy relationship and I get jealous."

He looked up at me like this would fix everything. I stood arms crossed and a scowl on my face.

"You don't get off that easy." I snapped.

"I know." He said saddly and lowered his head.

"You gotta take shucken responsibility for your actions! Just cuz your angry and jealous dose not mean you can say whatever the hell you want! Or act however you want. You mad? Fine! Be mad! Your jealous? Fine! Feel jealous! But the minute you act out on those around you? That's when we have a problem. I'm not your shucken emotional punching bag! And neither is Tommy. We have done NOTHING wrong."

I felt better, getting this off my chest, finally letting him know exactly how I felt. But I was still very angry and very hurt.

"I have proven and shown and told you over and over I love you. I have chosen you. But if your going to keep questioning it, I'm going to be done. There is only so much skepticism I can take from my own shucken boyfriend! You're the one who is supposed to be my biggest supporter, not my biggest doubter!" 

He didn't say anything just sat with his head in his hands.

I crossed my arms glaring down at him.

"Do you understand what I said?"

He nodded.

"Then tell me you do." I demanded.

He took a deep breath. And stood up suddenly. His hands grabbed my face. He was firm but gentle. His steel blue eyes were intense, piercing me, right down to my soul. They weren't angry or sad. They weren't full of lust or fire. They were soft and steady. He pulled me gently closer, so our bodies were touching. I could feel his steady heart beat and the warmth from his body.

"Charlie. You make me so angry and so frustrated. You make my want to slam my head into the wall sometimes. But you make me feel loved and cared for. You are the only one who sees past my...my issues, my anger and walls. You make me feel seen and valued. And I'm really really sorry. I know I won't be able to make it up with words...I'm so sorry I kept putting you through that! It's not fair to you."

"Gally?"

He hummed in response.

"I hate you! So so much."

He grinned down at me. Then lowered his head and kissed me gently for a second. He pulled away just enough to whisper against my lips.

"I know Pipsqueak. And I hate you too."

He tipped my head up and kissed me again. My eyes fluttered closed. My heart skipped a beat. The kiss was gentle and sweet.

A pounding on the bedroom door made us jump.

"Guys! Alby's awake! And wants to talk to Charlie!"

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**Well Teresa is a Bit-**
*Newt busts through the third wall: LAUNGAGE!*

**I hope the arguments between Gally and Charlie make sense...**