Finally, I arrived in the Glade. My breaths were heavy since I ran at full speed for hours, taking no breaks. I was a bit upset and overwhelmed by everything that happened, and I still had horrible-looking abrasions on my knees and lower arms. My leggings and sweater were ripped because of the slide and falls I made, sadly.

Chuck ran over to me. "Jane, what's u-." He trailed off and stared at me with wide eyes. "You look like klunk."

"I know," I replied, wiping some sweat off my forehead. "Is Alby around? Or Newt?"

"Yes, Newt was waiting for you. I'll go get him." Chuck decided, but then he frowned. "Are you sure you're okay, Janey? You're very pale."

"Yeah, just gotta.." I breathed. "Take some breaths." I lay down on the grass, which felt very refreshing to me. Cold, instead of my sweating and aching body.

Chuck bent down in front of me and if it was in a different situation I would've laughed at his worried face. "Stay awake!" He ordered.

I smiled poorly with all the energy I had left. "Don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna-." My eyes started to close at my tiredness.

"Hey! I said stay awake!" Chuck roughly pulled me up from the ground, which almost caused him to fall, but he succeeded. "Our destination is the Med Hut!"

"Mhm." I hummed, exhausted. Chuck was probably right, I felt sick, so being pale wasn't very surprising. It felt like I would vomit any minute, though I didn't understand. Wounds, a Griever, and an explosion were some things a spy would be able to take right? Why couldn't I?

It didn't help very much, but I still appreciated Chuck for helping me walk through the Glade by wrapping his small arm around me. My heartbeat was rapid and the world around me was dizzy, but I kept walking.

"Keep it up!" Chuck encouraged. 

I guessed the fact that what happened was a consequence of me not doing any of the tasks, scared me. I nearly died! Who knew if they would ever do that to Minho in the maze? Even worse!

"Jane, I'm serious. Keep walking, because I don't feel like dragging your unconscious body in front of Newt who will yell at me for being irresponsible again!" Chuck dramatically said.

I chuckled through my heavy breaths and together, Chuck and I managed to get into the Med Hut.

Jeff immediately walked over to us. "You don't look so good."

"That's what I said."

"Thanks for the compliment, Jeff."

Chuck and I said at the same time. Jeff laughed a little and motioned at a bed. Only looking at it made me tired, so I let myself fall down on it right away, hoping to fall asleep soon.

"Hey! Don't do that," Jeff commanded. "First explain what happened, let me check you, and bandage everything up. You're bleeding on the sheets, so your condition is quite bad! Explain!"

"There was a-."

I got interrupted by someone slamming the door open, stomping in loudly. Newt. His expression was angry, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched, but once he saw me looking at him, he softened.

"They said they saw you walking with Chuck," Newt explained, as he sat down on a chair like he did it every day. "What happened?"

"She was about to explain that, until you rushed in here like a shuckin' elephant!" Jeff sighed.

Newt gave Jeff an offended glance, but didn't reply. "Go on explaining then." He turned to me.

I wiped some more sweat off my forehead, that was probably dawning my whole face. "There was a-."

"Wait." Newt got up from his chair. Jeff threw his hands up and I watched Newt in confusion. "Jeff, where do you hide all your bloody stuff?"

"Drawers." Was the only thing Jeff replied. Newt roughly pulled all the drawers open and searched for something. When he found it, he smiled lightly and walked over to the door.

"Just a second and I'll be back!" He promised before running out of the hut.

Jeff sighed and looked at me again. "You okay? Should I start treating?"

"Fine." I managed to say, though I was cold and felt a bit sick. "We'll wait for Newt."

Jeff nodded and gave me a cup of water that stood next to the bed. I gladly took it.

"What is Newt doing?" Chuck innocently asked.

Just when I was about to say that I didn't know, Jeff answered. "I think he's taking care of his girlfriend.. or crush. Whatever you like to call it."

I spit out all the water and coughed heavily at the word girlfriend. "I'm not.. his girlfriend." I gasped through my chokes.

"Jane! You spit all over me!" Chuck motioned at his wet shirt.

"His fault." I pointed at Jeff. I felt my cheeks getting red when Jeff mentioned crush. "And I'm not his crush."

"Who's crush?" Newt walked into the hut again.

"The Griever."

"Garlic."

"Alby."

Newt raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything else about it. "Here." He revealed a wet cloth and gently put it on top of my forehead, dapping the sweat off. And god, that felt nice. It was a cold cloth, which immediately cooled down my temperature.

"Thanks, Blondie." I breathed. He gave me a small smile and handed the cloth to me, in case I needed it again.

Jeff let out a cough. "You guys done? Can you explain what happened now?"

"No interruptions this time?" I asked. Neither of the boys replied, so I assumed it was a yes. "Alright. There was a Griever."

"A Griever?" Chuck screamed out before I even got the chance to continue.

"She said no interruptions." Newt sternly said. "Go on."

"Then I tried throwing my knife but it landed in the skin instead of eye, but-."

"KNIFE?" Chuck screamed even louder.

"If you keep on interrupting then you need to get out, Chuck," Jeff ordered. The kid quickly nodded and motioned for me to go on.

"Then I ended up in a dead end."

"A d-." Chuck got muted by Newt pressing his hand on his mouth.

"Yes, Chuck, a dead end." I chuckled lightly. The dizziness already got less by the cold cloth. "So then I was trapped, and stepped on some kind of button. Then I slid under the Griever, put another knife in its belly, and then started running before the bomb exploded, so-."

"BOMB?" Newt and Chuck screamed in unison, their mouths falling open.

"There was this red button and when I stepped on a certain tile, a bomb exploded. So the Griever is dead, but there's nothing left of it. Only that disgusting slime." I explained, quickly without too much detail.

Newt and Chuck stared at me with wide eyes, probably shocked about the bomb part.
"And what happened with your knees and arms?" Jeff asked.

"Arms when the Griever threw me over the ground and knees when I slid under it."

"Why the shuck would you slide under a Griever with your shuck knees? Imagine if the Griever drops himself on top of you! And it hurts like klunk to do that!" Chuck protested.

"I didn't really have a choice." I shrugged.

"I'm gonna treat the wounds now." Jeff decided as he got up, grabbed a cloth, and rubbing alcohol. Already with a painful look, I stared at it.

"That's gonna bloody hurt," Newt mumbled.

"Well, yeah, but we need to clean this bloody mess up before she gets even bloodier." Jeff put some alcohol on the cloth while Newt gave him another offended glance for mocking about his accent.

"Ready?" Jeff sat down in front of me and took my arm.

"Just get over with it." I sighed. Jeff nodded and pressed the cloth on my abrasion without hesitation.

I let out a yelp. "Could've been a bit more careful," I said through my teeth.

"You said get over with it." Jeff shrugged and kept going.

The burning feeling of the alcohol cleaning the wound, disinfecting it, made me clench my jaw. It hurt like going into the sea with paper cuts, but even worse.

After a while, Jeff moved on to the next arm, where the abrasion was even bigger. I tried not to wince and cry out, but didn't succeed much.

When someone suddenly grabbed my hand, my closed eyes shot open, staring right into Newt's. I got butterflies in my stomach of him holding my hand, but I didn't have much time to think about something else than the pain.

Instead of dapping Jeff started wiping, so I squeezed Newt's hand in pain, hard.
"Ow." He mumbled.

"OW!" I yelled, letting him know that the pain I was in was much worse than his pain. Jeff chuckled. "That is not funny." I groaned.

After Jeff finished everything off, also my knees, I sighed in relief. "Thanks." I gave Jeff a quick nod.

"Now some band-aids," Jeff added as he grabbed some stuff. Newt didn't let go of my hand when I tried to pull away, which left my face bright red.

Jeff turned around and looked at our hands, then both red faces, and then hands again. "You lovebirds done?"

"We're not-."

"Oh, shuck yes, you are." Jeff dramatically said before putting the band-aids on my abrasions.

My face turned even redder and so did Newt's as we gave each other secret glances, my heart pounding in my chest by holding Newt's hand.

I tried changing the subject, which might've not been the best idea. "Did Minho already get out of the maze?"
Newt's face dropped and Jeff grinned.
"And the others?" I quickly added.

Slowly Newt let go of my hand, which made it feel empty and cold after. I felt bad for even asking about Minho after seeing Newt's hurt, but angry face. Though I didn't get why he was angry.

"He got out a minute before you." Chuck casually replied, eyes twinkling because he still knew what I told him the previous night. "Went to the Map Room."

"Alright." Once I noticed that Jeff put all the band-aids on my skin, I jumped off the bed. Newt tensed up and rushed over to me. "I can easily walk," I assured.

Newt laughed nervously and took a few steps back. "Are you going to Minho?"

"No," I answered. "Just the woods."

Newt nodded, almost in satisfaction. "Okay. You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay." I walked over to the door. My knees hurt a bit to walk with, but it was fine.

"See ya, then." Newt gave me a small, satisfied smile before I got out of the Med Hut, leaving the two boys behind.

~

Before I got to the woods, I went into my hut to grab some more knives, since I lost two of them in the maze. Minho gave them to me earlier, just in case.

I arrived in the middle of dozens of trees, small and big ones surrounding me. Then I started throwing. At least ten knives were in my waistband, so I didn't have to pull them back out of the trees every three seconds.

I let out all my anger from that day by throwing, feeling relieved after every tree I hit. The sound of the knife being stabbed into the wood was the only thing I heard, until something in my mind buzzed.

Confused I just kept on throwing, ignoring the annoying nose. Not even a second later, it stopped. I sighed in relief, but then almost fell over. The world around started to spin, the trees being doubled.

Keep throwing.

The robotic voice said. With a weird feeling, I obeyed and kept throwing, though I couldn't even see if I hit the trees or not. I was too dizzy.

It felt like the ground under me disappeared, like I kept stepping in clay. I twisted around, feeling something new burst into me. Some kind of frustration I never felt before. The frustration to go crazy on throwing, so I did.

My knives were being thrown at full speed, almost uncontrollably, like my brain didn't control my body anymore, but someone else did.

When a dark figure behind a tree moved, I stumbled away, but the throwing never stopped. I wondered if I would ever run out of knives, or just kept going.

"Jane!" Someone said.

The voice was weird.. blurry, but familiar. Dave. It sounded exactly like him. Once the figure got closer to me, I threw the knife toward it without hesitation. Then everything continued in slow motion.

My vision and dizziness cleared in a split second as I watched the knife fly through the air, its sharp side pointing at the figure, who bent down just before the knife hit him in the chest.

I gasped loudly, eyes opening wide.

It was not Dave who stood in front of me.
It was Newt.

I dropped all my stuff on the ground as my mouth fell open, tears forming in my eyes at the look on Newt's face. He stared at me in disbelief, his expression hurt me, but then his eyes softened, something I didn't expect.

Before Newt could even get closer to me, I took a few steps back, frightened to hurt him again. The tears burned in my eyes, but I didn't dare to let them fall yet.

"Hey, love, it's okay." Newt calmly said. My eyebrows furrowed. It was anything but okay. How could he just say that like nothing happened? I would've killed him if he hadn't bent down!

Eventually, I broke down on the ground. Newt bent down on his knees in front of me as I pulled mine up to my chest.

"Don't," I whispered when he tried to put his hand on my knee. What the hell happened? How come I saw Newt as Dave? Could the creators have done something with that? Could they control me that easily?

Before I even realized it, Newt's arms were wrapped around my body, pulling me into his arms and on his lap, like a literal child. Again, I felt weak and lame for crying, but I couldn't stop it. Not after what happened throughout the whole day.

With some tears wetting my face, I looked up at Newt, whose gaze was still soft, and beautiful brown eyes still sweet. "It's okay." He gently rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.

"I'm sorry." I quietly cried. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, love," Newt repeated, still too calm for what happened.

"It's not." I shook my head. "I threw my knife at you! What if you didn't bend down? What if it hit you?"

"But it didn't," Newt assured, face full of pity.

I stared at him in despair. "But still! I tried to.." I trailed off. "I'm sorry. It was like.. like someone was controlling me-." I explained through my small sobs. "And I imagined you as Dave and I- I just threw the knife and-."

"Love, I'm fine, okay? It's not your fault." Newt moved some hair out of his face and if it weren't for the situation, I would've blushed.

"But what if it happens again? Right now? What if I try again?"

I guessed if this was the way those creators worked on me killing Newt, it would get hard to be close to him.

"We'll work on it, alright?" Newt lowered his voice so he was almost whispering. "Together. And we'll make sure it won't happen again, and if it does.. I will just scream for help like Chuck always does. You know? Through the whole Glade, like when Gally wants to kill Chuck."

I chuckled lightly at Newt's statement, but soon turned serious again. "Aren't you scared it will happen again?"

"I know you won't hurt me.. not on purpose," Newt explained, still talking quietly. "But if you ain't scared, then you ain't human. So maybe I am, but not of you. Never. Just the creators."

I nodded, slowly understanding Newt. "If you ain't scared, then you ain't human," I repeated in a whisper.

"Alby's quote." Newt smiled. "True, right?"

I gave Newt a half smile too, then rested my head on his chest. "I'm scared," I admitted in another whisper.

Newt wrapped his arms around me even tighter. "That's okay, love. You can be scared. We're all scared." He gently replied.

My heart fluttered at his sweetness and caring. "Can we get dinner?" I eventually asked, though I was very comfortable in the position we were in. I wished to stay like it forever, safe in Newt's arms, but we had to go some time.

"Sure." Newt grabbed my hand and pulled both of us up. Then we walked toward the Glade as I wiped some of the tears on my cheeks away with my hand, the other one still intertwined with Newt's.

When I calmed down for a bit, I blushed deeply, hoping Newt wouldn't notice. We kept holding hands the whole way back, but when we got in sight of the other Gladers, we both pulled away. Newt gave a small nod and added a smile as we walked toward the kitchen.

"What's for dinner, Fry?" Newt asked once we stood in line.

"Mashed potatoes and chicken," Fry responded as he handed a boy his plate. Then he gave the two of us a glance, a grin forming on his face. My face got even redder, but I kept acting normal when Frypan gave me a plate.

"Enjoy," Frypan smirked once Newt took a few steps away from us.
"I hope you had a nice starter in the woods already."

My mouth fell open. "Frypan! We didn't- you pervert!" I managed to get out.

Fry grinned even deeper before he continued handing boys food, giving me a last wink. Quickly I rushed over to our table where Newt already sat, and not even a minute after I joined, Chuck and Minho did.

"Hey." I gave Minho a small nod once he looked up.

"Hi." He dryly replied.

Oh god, he's in that mood again.

I cleared my throat and started eating. "What happened in the woods?" Chuck whispered in my ear.

"Nothing special," I whispered back.

"Did he kiss you?" Chuck suspiciously asked while his cheeks got a bit red.

"What? No!" I honestly replied, hoping it didn't sound like a lie.

"Did you kiss him?" Chuck corrected, eyes big.

"No, Chuck. We didn't do anything." I turned my head away from the kid and kept on eating.

Chuck looked at Minho and Newt.
"Frypan just told Jane something that I don't understand." The grin on his face disappeared, which made me realize he actually didn't know what Frypan meant.

"No, he didn't." I quickly said, causing Minho to raise his eyebrows and Newt to frown.

"He said he hoped Jane had a nice starter in the woods." Chuck frowned. "Are there secret starters hidden in the woods?" He gasped in excitement.

As Chuck kept on talking, Minho spat out his water, and Newt choked on his food. I sat there awkwardly, biting my lip in embarrassment.

Minho gave me a blank glance before he talked to Chuck. "I think he meant when two people-."

"Enough!" I pressed my hands on Chuck's ears before he could hear the dirty things Minho was about to say. "I didn't have a starter, nothing happened in the shuck woods, and it was a joke of Frypan."

"I still don't get it," Chuck mumbled, but then he stuffed his mouth full of chicken.

"A starter, huh?" Minho quietly asked. A smirk was planted on his face, but his eyes were blank, almost angry.

"Shut up. Nothing happened." I snapped.
Except for me trying to kill Newt!

~

A/N: Who do you think will make the first move? Jane, Minho, or Newt? And how long do you think it will take for them?