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Lauren: When there's too much drama in the Glade, all you gotta do is, *walks into the Maze* walk away-ay-ay-ay...

Lauren
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So that's what everything meant. All these feelings of déjà vu, the fact that I got Minho and me out of the Maze, it was because I had done all of it before. I had the urge to wake up Gally, but I let him sleep.

Well, what am I supposed to do now? I wondered.

I knew I should tell Newt and Alby, but I wasn't ready to talk to them yet. What I needed was time to think everything over. I sighed. Guess I would be running today. I grabbed a change of clothes and stuffed all the running gear I had into my backpack. Then I wrote a note and left it on my bed.

Going running today, don't panic.
I feel fine, so don't hunt me down in the Maze. Besides, I'll be with Minho the entire time.

~Lauren

I took a shower and changed, and went to find Minho.

"Well, someone finally wants to grace us with her presence," Minho said sarcastically when I found him back in the Homestead, getting ready to run.

"Not my fault that Jonathan practically hunted me down yesterday. And the day before that, Clint got me right as I came out of my room. 'First come, first serve,' right?" I quoted.

"Touché. Grab your stuff; I wanna go to the Map Room before we go." Minho informed me.

I grabbed some more arrows and left my backpack right inside my room. We grabbed some food at the Kitchen, and then I followed Minho to the large stone building I saw when I first came up. He went forward and started turning the massive lock on the door. It groaned eerily.

"Need some help?" I called.

"Shuck you." He yelled back. The door clicked and allowed us inside. Minho turned on a light switch, and the room lit up.

"Wow." There was a table in the middle of the room and eight trunks lining the walls. Perfectly stacked, and the walls entirely bare. Eight chairs surrounded the table, and there were neat stacks of paper on the table, one in front of each chair.

"We've been mapping the Maze for two years," Minho told me. "And—"

"I don't want to interrupt your little speech, but I know." I didn't want more information to cloud the thoughts in my head.

"What?" Minho looked very confused.

"I had a memory last night." I started to explain what I had seen last night. Minho would be a great person to begin with to tell. I would eventually work my way up to telling Newt and Alby. Who knows? Maybe he would tell them.

"And so basically, I was Keeper of the Runners in the other Maze." I summed up.

"You're not going to be Keeper in this Maze." He told me flatly.

"That's the only thing you took from that whole thing?" I questioned. "And besides, I like my new job better."

"So there's another Maze, full of girls? Just like this one?" Minho asked incredulously.

"Yes. And I came from it. Though I don't know how, exactly." It was typical; I was getting so many memories, but not the one I needed the most.

"Well, that sounds fine and dandy, but we've got to get going." He ushered me out and locked the door behind us.

"Ay! Greenie's back!" Joe called as Minho and I came up to the Doors.

"Yup!" I smiled.

"So, you didn't get thrown in the Slammer." Another Runner said.

I was confused for a second. Everything from last night flooded into my head at the speed of light. I was so focused on my memory; I had forgotten that I hadn't learned what the ruling was. My heart dropped to my shoes, and air stopped flowing into my lungs. There were a few uncomfortable seconds as I tried to will my body to keep working.

I looked the guy dead in the eye and clenched my hands to make them stop shaking.

"Nope. It looks like there are still intelligent people in here." I shot back. It wasn't my best comeback, but it worked—no one needed to know what was going on in my head.

"Let's not, okay?" Minho butted in. The Doors opened, and we all ran out.

A few moments passed until Minho started talking.

"Wanna tell me what that was about?" He asked, not looking at me yet.

"Nope." I responded, popping the 'p.'

"It's not good keeping your feelings locked up."

"You're one to talk." I wasn't in the mood to talk. I came out here to think, not speak to a shrink.

Minho must have sensed my closed-off-ness because he stopped trying to pry my feelings out of me.

A war was raging inside my mind—two, to be exact.

On one side, there was the 'Tell Newt and Alby the memory you had' against my ego. It wasn't a very fair fight.

On the other, 'My irrational fear about being Banished' was matched up against 'The rational side of me.' My anxiety had joined the fight, and it allied with 'My irrational fear about being Banished.' That one wasn't a very fair fight either.

The feeling of breaking down and crying had been growing stronger with each footstep. It became harder and harder to keep it pushed down. I finally opened my tear ducts and let it flow.

"Hold on, just gotta take a breather," I called to Minho before I became a blubbering mess.

"Alright—Woah, are you okay?" Minho was completely confused. I was smiling and insulting people 2 minutes ago.

"No." I didn't see a reason to lie to him.

"What do you need?"

That question threw me off guard. I didn't expect Minho to ask that. Sure, he seemed like a nice enough guy, but he struck me as the type to not know what to do when someone started crying. Especially a woman. I wondered if he had some practice.

"A lot of things. But on the top of the list is pain medication and chocolate." I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes. My period came this morning, and I forgot to pack extra medicine. This was the cherry on top that I needed. I threw a half-smile on my face and tried to clear my mind.

Minho dug into his bag and threw me a bottle. I opened it up to find some white oblong pills. I grabbed three and took them dry. Maybe it was just me, but I felt like they were already working.

"Are you okay now?"

"I've been better, but I'll be fine. Thank you."

"Alright. Can we go now?" Minho was back to his original self.

"Yes, you stick." I started running beside him.

"See, that's what makes you so weird. What's with the insults?"

"Just something that stuck with me between the move. You guys have weird insults too." Mine wasn't that weird.

"Yeah, but ours make sense."

|~^-^~|

I had made up my mind. I was going to tell Newt and Alby.

On one condition. They were going to clear my name. No punishment. I had no finching idea if they were going to go for it, but Newt said it himself. They needed every piece of info they could get.

I ran into Peter and Gally while I was searching for the leader and second-in-command.

"Lauren, we've got news," Peter told me, practically hopping on his tip-toes.

"Yeah?" He looked very weird.

"You're not getting punished!" Peter looked ecstatic. It took me a second to understand what he was talking about.

"I—I'm not getting punished?!" I ran forward and hugged him. He turned a little red, but I was most likely crushing his windpipe.

"Nope! I grabbed Frypan and Gally and some other guys last night when you went to bed, and we went and convinced them not to punish you." He returned it.

I looked at Gally, and he just shrugged. "It was the least we could do."

I pulled away with tears in my eyes. "I don't know what to say." My heart threatened to burst. I hadn't realized how great my friends were.

"A thank you would be nice," Gally responded.

"Thank you guys so much." I hugged Gally as well, trying to put as much appreciation into it as I could.

"I just told them what you told me last night," Peter said solemnly. "Newt understood, but Alby needed more convincing. I believe Clint was the one to win him over."

"Clint was there?" I stopped suffocating Gally and stepped back.

"Yeah. Jonathan, Clint, Peter and me, Frypan, and Abra tagged along for some reason." Gally counted them off on his fingers.

"Jeff was there. That kid Carl was there but he didn't say anything." Peter added.

"I wanted to tell you earlier, but you left before I could."

I had to wipe away tears. I would have to thank all of them later.

"Oh no. We didn't mean to make you cry, Lauren. We just thought—" Peter looked concerned.

"No, they're happy tears. I gotta talk to Newt and Alby. Thank you, guys. Seriously." I walked away, sniffling.

"They're over by the hammocks," Gally called.

I knew how to pick 'em. I don't think there was any word, or words, that I could use to tell my best friends how much I appreciated them. I don't know what I would do if they were taken away from me.

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I'm literally going to burst from happiness, you guys.
Everyone needs a Peter.

Questions!

-And how many ship Laurally?

-How do you think Newt and Alby are going to take Lauren's dream??

-Questions, comments, CC?

Well, I don't really have a confession this time, but I want to hug all of you guys! *hugs through screen* Thank you all for racking up the reads and voting/commenting! It means the world to me.
Also, I just want to let you guys know that this isn't a LaurenxSomeoneelse story! It's just Lauren, and how she does all of this. It is a story that features a lot of side characters, including Gally and others, but I don't think I'm going to write Lauren into a relationship! I really like this plot, and it's a new plot into the Maze Runner universe, and I don't believe I'm going to go the route that most people do. (I am not hating on those who do go that route. I love a good NewtxOC every now and then.)
That being said, ta-ta!