"Minho?" Alex whispered again, not believing what was in front of her.

Is he back? Does he have memories again? He must be back, he can bring me back, and he knows I need his heart...

"Were we apart that long? You forgot what this amazing face looked like?" He asked, a small smirk made its way on his tired face, his tired haunted eyes had some of their mischievous spark.

Alex choked on a fresh sob. She ungracefully threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his neck. When she flung herself, she made them topple backwards on the bed. He wrapped his strong arms around her and laughed quietly.

"Careful Sunshine, don't tackle me so close to the edge or we're going to fall off!" He whispered into her hair.

"Now you're messing with me!" She whispered back.

 her face pressed into him, "do you remember that's what you said to me on the ledge...? Do you remember?" She pushed herself back, sitting up on her knees, her hands covering her mouth, staring wide eyed at him, in total disbelief.

"Parts. Some parts are...blurry and fuzzy...confusing." He murmured. "Forgetting you was the scariest shucken thing they did to me." 

She flung her self back into his arms, with a mixture of a sob and laugh, he wrapped his arms tighter around her and twisted them so they lay side by side.

"I'm here now. I fought and clawed... killed...so much blood... to be here. I would rather be tortured beside you then go through another year without you. Min...I lost myself. I...I was scaring everyone.. even myself." She closed her eyes in shame.

"Look at me." He demanded.

Alex opened her eyes, which were wet with tears again. Her breathing was ragged again, trying not to cry.

"I missed your eyes. Why'd you scare everyone?" He gently placed a hand on the side of her face, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Alex took a deep breath. She wiggled herself closer to him, threw a leg over his hips and placed her head right by his heart, so she could hear it properly for the first time in almost a year. Minho pulled her tighter and tangled his fingers into her hair cupping her head. She told him everything; all the planning and strategic missions, how her and Vince butted heads, moving camps constantly, finding all the kids, she told him all about Kenzie and Finn. She told him about their mission to get supplies and found out that the supplies were actually more kids. And how she found Raegan, the little four year old girl who was held at knife point by a WICKED Solider, and how they adopted each other, just like Chloe.

She told him, hesitantly, about her demons; her need for adrenaline rushes, the drinking and pain killers and her knife problem.  His face fell when he saw up close what she did to herself. His eyes filled with grief. Alex had to close her eyes and continue, shame was washing over her, but finally telling Minho, the person she trusted with all her deepest and darkest secrets, felt like the weight of the world was lifted off her soldiers. She told him about the crank voice that whispered to her. She talked about the night they realized he wasn't on the train car, how she handled it.

He didn't interrupt her but he pulled her arm so he could see her sliced up arm up close. He gently pulled her arm to his chest, so he was holding it like a child holding a teddy bear.

She continued talking, she told him about the Suicide Squad Sisters and going after Newt and Tommy, her guessing Newt not being immune. She talked about the guards she killed, meeting Felix, rescuing Tes, and killing Ava Page and kicking the door down to find him.

He didn't say anything the whole time she talked. When she was done he was still quiet. He squeezed her tight for a moment. Then pulled away so he could look at her properly. She was leery about what he would say or do. He was uncharacteristically silent.

"Thank you." He said quietly.

Alex looked at him in confusion.

"Thank you. Anna Smith didn't do anything to help anyone. She was dangerous, and same with Ava Page. Thank you for saving all those kids in the trucks! They deserve to grow up, to be kids...and that little Raegan sounds like a little warrior. I'd like to meet her sometime." he grew quiet again, grinding his teeth together. He took a deep breath.

"And...thank you for getting Tes out. She was the only one I trusted.. we went through some klunk together."

A little dagger of jealousy hit Alex in the chest. The would always have a bond, they had many shared experiences Alex would never understand. It must have shown on her face because Minho pulled her back into his chest. He whispered into her hair, "I'm sorry it wasn't you here strapping me to a torture chair. I would have preferred you...woulda been kinky."

Alex gasped and pushed away from him. And there it was, that sly sexy smirk, making his eyes crease and crinkly. Her stomach exploded with butterflies and her face felt hot. The knife that had slowly twisted its way into her heart for the last year was pulled free.

HE'S BACK! MY MINHO! HE'S HERE. SHUCK ME!

"Shut up and kiss me, you Shuck Face." She whispered softly, as she reached her hands up into his hair, and pulled his head down. His chapped lips met hers, finally after longing to kiss him for far to long. She finally had him back.

He had his hand tangled in her hair and pulled her face up. They both sighed in relief. The kiss deepened, both desperately trying to make up for lost time that was ripped from them. Alex's leg that was draped over him tried to pull him closer. His hand that wasn't tangled in her hair slid down her back and pressed her lower back, pulling her closer, eliminating all possible space between them. Alex let a hand run down Minho's face, and neck down his shoulder and his side, slipping it under the thin shirt he had on. She ran her hand up and down gently, exploring and remembering every bump and mark, every grove and muscle.

The butterflies in Alex's stomach turned into something huge, pterodactyls or a zoo, and a warm tingling sensation rose up in her; it made her feel hot and her heart picked up speed. She let out an involuntary moan.

Minho's tongue had slid into her mouth and his hand on her lower back slid under her shirt, leaving electric sparks wherever his fingers touched. Alex slid her hand higher and brought Minho's shirt up too, he pulled away to look at her. He rolled them over, so she was on her back, and he was on top. She pulled his shirt up, and off. He pulled her shirt off as well. But stopped on his way down to kiss her.

"That's new." He stated.

"What is?" Alex panted, her chest heaving. 

Minho lay down beside her, propping his head up with his hand, and ran his other one gently over the dragon tattoo. She smiled shyly at him. It wasn't a very big one, but the wings of the dragon were right near the bite mark left by Chris, where her shoulder met her neck, the head of her dragon sat right at the end of the scar left by his knife and the body wrapped over her collar bone, and the tail went down her chest, and stopped on her cleavage.

She bit her lower lip and looked at him through her lashes, suddenly nervous, worried about what he would think of her ink.

"I like it. Suits you. Dragon Warrior. Better than Glade princess... you're more fierce and protective. More majestic." He trailed his fingers over the dragon again, leaving her skin burning. "MY Dragon Warrior..." his voice was husky, and it made her blush.

"And...and there's this one..." she said quietly. She rolled to her side showing him the dog print. His warm fingers trailed over the tattoo on her ribs.

"I'm sorry about her. She was a good dog. When we get out let's get a dog just like her." Minho smiled sadly.

Alex hummed in response.

"Any more?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Alex rolled to her other side, raising her arm, showing him the arrows with her fallen brothers names. She watched his face for any relapse of his anger or forgetfulness.

His face was a a mixture of heart break and compassion.

"It's beautiful Alex." He said quietly, running his fingers over this one as well. Tracing it, memorizing it.

"Any more? I like these..makes my bad ass girlfriend even hotter."

"There's one more..." Alex whispered. 

She carefully rolled over, so her back was to him. She heard a small gasp followed by a yelp of pain and then a dangerous growl. She flipped over quickly and sat up, pressing her back against the wall, panicking all of a sudden. Minho had his head in his hands, his face scrunched in confusion, and pain. He gasped again and pressed harder on his head.

"Shucken brain!" He growled, rubbing the palm of his hand against his forehead. He slowly sat up.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Alex whispered urgently. She was still pressed into the corner, her back against the wall. He nodded slowly.

"Anchor...you called me that..." he stammered, his body tense, all his muscles tight, he slowly looked at her desperately, "real or not real?"

Alex nodded. And breathed out a small "Real." His shoulders relaxed, but he continued to rub his head.

"My anchor to reality...when...when I would drift away in my nightmares and anxiety, you were...are...you're the one who keeps me from bloody drowning... that's ..that's why I got an anchor...and compass.. 'cause that's what you are to me. Keeping me grounded and pointing me in the right direction." She explained quietly, cautiously, still very nervous with his reaction.

He lowered his hand, and looked at her, his eyes wide. "Can I see it again?" He asked, almost like a child asking for something he's not supposed to.

Alex hesitated but moved away from the corner and slowly shifted, so her back was facing him. She hesitantly pulled her sports bra off and quickly pulled the blanket up to her chest, covering herself. She pulled her knees up to her chest. Minho had a full view now of the tattoo that ran the length of her spine.

The arrow head sat in the middle, just above her shoulder blades, the compass was just under her shoulder blades and the anchor stopped at the small of her back. She felt Minho gently move her long red hair out of the way. Minho stared at it for a while, then gently ran his fingers over it, tracing the dark ink lines leaving her skin on fire. Her heart was beating wildly.

"You did this for me?" He asked, in disbelief. 

Alex nodded, her chin resting on her knees, "yes." she whispered.

"Alex..." she heard his voice crack.

He cleared his throat, and ran his fingers over it again. She shivered, his fingers were warm and the room was chilly. She felt him shift on the small bed, then felt warmth from his body, he had moved closer. He leaned down and placed his forehead on her back, between her shoulder blades. Alex could feel his breath on her bare skin, and she could feel the heat rise in her face. She could feel him shuddering, and then something warm and wet on her back.

"Min?" She breathed, scared to move. 

She heard a sniff, he lifted his head. And still clutching the blanket to herself she twisted to look at him. He had tears running down his face. Shocked, Alex managed to squeak "what's wrong?"

He sniffed again, and hastily wiping the tears, he looked away ashamed to be crying. She reached one hand to his cheek and made him look at her. 

"Tell me, Love."

"They tried to make me forget. The tred to convince me you were some kind of mut, some kind of shucked WICKED monster made to kill us. They messed with what little memories I had...they took everything from before the maze and then they messed with what little I did have! And...and for a long time..." he stopped, he choked back a sob, his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Alex was quietly waiting for him to continue.

"For so long...longer than I want to shucken admit...I thought they were right. I thought you tricked me or lied about everything. I doubted you. And only you, I doubted our love, our trust. Tes was the only one who kept trying to convince me it wasn't true, and that they were just messing with me. She said they were shucken screwing with me to hurt you."

He let out another shuddering cry. He put his head in his hands and cried.

"I'm sorry Alex! I'm so shucken sorry!"

Without thinking, with one hand still clutching the blanket to herself, she used her other hand to pull a hand away from Minho's face, and then climbed into his lap. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, holding her like it was the last time he would get to hold her. They clung to each other, wrapped around each other, crying in relief, shame, guilt, and sadness. After a few minutes, when their tears were spent, and they were both sniffling and Alex was hiccupping.

He whispered "I'm sorry!"

"Stop shucken saying that. You have nothing to be bloody sorry about! It wasn't your shucken fault!" Alex said angrily, she pulled away, with a hand she tilted his head up to and forced him to look at her.

"Stop with the I'm sorrys. It wasn't your fault. And together we will get through whatever they did to you...and whatever I did to myself... but we do it together! Good that?"

He smiled at her, "good that Sunshine." 

She nodded. He slowly ran his fingers from her cheek down her neck and bare shoulder. She shivered slightly and bit her lip.

Shuck me....

A sly smirk graced his face. He did it again, running his fingers over her skin but from her bare shoulder up her neck and face. She bit down on her lip harder to keep from moaning. Her face grew warm and she felt a hot tingle spread through her body. She refused to break eye contact. His smirk grew even bigger. She raised an eyebrow in a challenge. She slowly shifted on his lap so she was now fully facing him, her knees on either side of his hips. She leaned forward pressing up against him. She slyly let go of the blanket  so the only thing holding the blanket was her weight against him. He gave her a roguish smirk. She tangle her fingers into Minho's hair, and left kisses and little bite marks up his neck, slightly biting and sucking just under his ear. She felt his hands on her bare back and his fingers digging in, he also tipped his head back, and closed his eyes. Alex smirked and did it again. He let out a moan from the back of his throat.

"If I didn't know any better Minny...I'd say you missed me." She whispered seductively in his ear, gently biting his ear lop and pulled.

"You have no shuckin clue!" He growled, his voice was low and husky. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, so she landed on her back. She let out a small yelp of surprise but ended up giggling as he lay down on top of her, kissing her lips again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. Pulling him closer.

"This was more the reunion meeting I was picturing..." she mumbled against his lips. He just hummed and kissed her harder, slipping his tongue into her mouth again.

Shuck me...