You woke up to darkness. You tried to open your eyes, but they wouldn't move. You tried to move any part of your body, nothing. At that point, you were panicking. Your breathing was fast and deep, your body still didn't move. Its like you were trapped inside your brain but could not use it.

Is this what life is going to be like from now on? You thought. After saving Chuck, this is what I get? The Creators must really like me.

Then, out of nowhere everything came back to you. Your hearing, sight, smell, touch, etc. It all happened so fast that you almost screamed.

You were in a wooden room. You were laying on a semi-comfortable bed. There was a table to your right with medical equipment and a chair next to you. The Med-Jack hut. The chair was occupied. You looked over and there was the one and only Minho. His head lolled against his chest, his breathing was slow. He was asleep. You heard a door open and closed your eyes. Soon you heard voices and Minho jolt up in his chair like he just had a nightmare.

"Minho! She awake?" You heard Alby call.

"No, not yet." Minho called back. You detected a little bit of sadness in his voice.

You forced yourself to move at least a finger. You shook your head and moved your arm up to lean on it, then you opened your eyes.

"Nope! I take that back!" Minho said again moving to your side.

"What do ya mean?" Alby said walking in the room. "Oh, that's what ya mean."

"What happened?" You saw Thomas ask.

"What was that all about?" You heard a familiar British accent ask.

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You tried to groan but nothing happened.

"What?" Minho asked.

You motioned to your throat.

"You throat hurts?"

You shook your head.

"Your choking on something?"

You shook your head, again. This time adding a eye roll.

"She can't bloody talk, shank." Newt said.

Something hit you. Like a memory. You tried something different. You remember hearing Thomas could speak telepathically with a girl. But you had no idea where the memory came from or anything or where you heard it.

Thomas, can you hear me? You tried. It didn't work.

Thomas, can you hear me? You tried again. This time it seemed to work.

Thomas's head snapped up. He looked you dead in the eyes, surprise, worry, confusion, maybe even disbelief washed over his face. He almost fell backwards, but Newt grabbed his arm before he could. You didn't see how it worked, how you got it, you didn't even know you had it. But the one thing was it gave you a slight headache.

What the hell. . . How did you. . .  Do you even. . .  Thomas tried to say.

I have no idea. I just remember being told you could speak telepathically with some girl. Maybe another guy, too. But I have no idea how I got it.

Teresa. What happened to her? Is she alright? 

I don't know. But can you feel her presence?

Kind of.

Then there's your answer.

"I would appreciate it if you two bloody told us what's going on." Newt said.

"She can speak to me. Telepathically." Thomas answered.

Everyone looked at you, you just shrugged.

"Can you try to call out to us? Like other then Thomas?" Minho asked.

Can you hear me? Anyone?

Minho fell out of the chair and Newt went pale.

"What's going on in here?" Gally asked annoyed, walking in with Chuck.

"She was just. . . How can. . . Oh, man. What just happened?" Minho said standing up and rubbing his index finger and thumb on his forehead.

"So that's what its like?" Newt asked so low that no one heard him except you.

Newt. Try to speak back. It might give you a headache but that's it. Just try.

"How?" He asked out loud.

I don't know. Just, think of what you want to say to me and then try to send it to me.

Nothing.

Try again.

Ho. . . es. . .work?

Try one more time. Its getting through.

How does this work?

I want to know just as much as you do.

He had his head down and his eyes closed. He looked up at you and you smiled.

Good job. Now I'm going to try to get Minho.

You looked around for him before spotting him trying to explain the whole situation to Alby and Gally.

Minho? Can you hear me? Can you try to say something back?

Minho jumped. Clearly baffled and supersized.

He looked at you. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Supposed to do what?" Gally asked, looking between you and Minho.

"Say something back to her."

"It's harder then it sounds." Thomas said.

"It really is." Newt chimed in.

"You could do it, too?" Minho asked.

Yeah. But can you talk back to us? Newt said to both of you in your heads.

"Guys, stop its creepy." Minho said holding up a hand.

Is it? Or is Minho scared? Thomas said next.

"No. I'll try." Minho said.

"Okay. WHAT IN HELL IS GOING ON?!" Alby yelled.

"She can talk to me, Thomas, and Newt in our minds. Just like Thomas and Teresa could." Minho said.

"Why can't she do it to us?" Gally asked pointing at Chuck, then Frypan, then Ably, and himself.

"You didn't get the little thing in your head." Thomas said.

"What thing?" Alby asked. Clearly completely confused.

"Its like this little device that WICKED put in our heads to analyze our brain function. Some of them have an extra piece in them that allow us to do that. Me and Teresa had it. This kid Aris and his friend Rachel had it. Now, Minho, Newt, and (Y/N) have it. Its a annoying piece of klunk but it helps. So if any of us get split up somehow, we can find each other with it."

"It gives you a little discomfort. Or as she said, it could give you a headache. But nothing major." Newt added.

Minho, try it. You urged him.

Minho gave you a worried glance but closed his eyes.

I. . . t. . . rkin. . .  

Try again.

Is. . . working?

One more time.

Is it working, now?

Both of you caught on quick.

Minho looked up at you, then looked at Newt, then Thomas.

"That wasn't so bad." Minho shrugged.

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, what do we do?" Thomas asked.

Someone else walked in. He was short and skinny, he had black hair, and he was carrying a knife like thing.

"Winston? You the new guy?" Minho asked.

"Sadly." He said.

Newt gave you a small glance that told you he didn't really like this guy.

You think he can? Newt asked telepathically.

No. You replied.

Good. Because I might talk klunk about him. Minho said.

I wouldn't mind that either. Thomas said.

Minho and Thomas smiled. Newt looked at you and he rolled his eyes. You just sighed.

Then you realized it.

These boys are now your family.