(Warning! Mild cussing and swearing)

You were running for dear life. The griever was just around the corner, and you were trying to lose it on your way back to the Glade. Why did it have to be today that Minho had to cover a different section because another runner hurt their leg? And why didn't you except Newts offered to run with you? Why do I have to be so damn stubborn, you think to yourself.

Flashback

You had been running for about four hours when you stopped to take a break for lunch. You leaned your back against the maze wall, and slowly slid down it. Your mind slipped into a trance while you were thinking about everything that had led up to this point. At least everything you could remember up to this point.

You had shown up in the Glade almost a year ago. There were only about ten boys there at the time, and Alby had told you about how they sent up a new greenie each month, but you had been the first girl. After he gave you the tour, he introduced you to the Second in Command, Newt.

Let's just say it was love at first sight for both of you.

Later that night Gally refused to wrestle you because, and you quote, "I don't wanna break the shanks leg on her first day here." When you couldn't convince him to wrestle you, Newt stepped up and said he would.

This sent surprised gasps through the small crowd of boys, but you both still stepped in the circle. This surprised even yourself, but you thought the whole idea of wrestling boys was kinda fun. This was when you and the rest of the boys found out that you were a lot stronger than you looked. You ended up tossing Newt out of the circle within a minute.

All of the boys were silent with their jaws dropped open. You turned back to Gally with a smirk on your face, and your hands on your hips. "You were saying," you reply with a proud look on your face.

Ever since that day the boys knew to not mess with you, and you and Newt were best friends. Its funny that that's how you two became BFFs, but sometimes that's how it works. That was until the next bonfire night. You and the boys were playing a game of truth or dare, and Minho dared Newt to kiss you. 'That shucking slinthead!' You screamed in your mind.

He was the only boy who knew about your crush on Newt, because you ran the maze with each other every day, and he claimed that Newt was head over heels for you to, but you didn't believe him. He was your second closest friend other than Newt because you spent so much time together, but he could get pretty snarky and sassy around you, and the fact that he knew pretty much all of your secrets didn't help with the teasing. But even though he could be a dumb piece of klunk sometimes, he was actually very loyal to you, and always kept your secrets. Or at least you thought he did.

When he dared Newt to kiss you, he looked over at you and smirked. You gave him your strongest death glare, that you hoped scared him, but he just kept smirking. Newt stood up from the log he was sitting on, and walked over to you. He squatted down in front of you, so the other boys couldn't see what was happening. He leaned in, and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he just whispered, "Come with me," where the other boys couldn't hear him.

You looked at him for a second, before he stood up, and grabbed your hand and pulled you up. He started jogging to the deadheads, pulling you along with him. You looked back to see Minho still smirking at you, along with all the other boys. 'What did they do?' You thought to yourself.

You looked back in front of you to see where you were going, when you tripped over a tree root. Newt caught you, and before you could process what was going on, he shoved your back up against a tree, and he placed his hands on either side of your head. "What are you-" you were cut off by him leaning in, and smashing his lips onto yours. You were in complete shock for a minute.

When you finally processed that your crush was kissing you, you kissed back. You moved your hands, and wrapped them around his neck, and moved them up, running your hands through his hair. He moved his hands to the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

This went on for a few minutes before he pulled away, both of you panting.

You just looked at him with a shocked expression before saying, "Well that was unexpected." Your mind facepalmed at the statement. Your crush just kissed the living daylights out of you, and that's all you can say.

"Ok I need to get this out of the way because it's been bloody driving me crazy ever since you got here. I love you. And I have since the day you showed up. You're beautiful, strong, independent, sweet, caring, and pretty badass," you giggled at the last one. "I don't know how much that shank Minho has told you, but I'm completely in love with you. I promise I'm not like some of those other shanks who just want you as a prize. Oh my god I shouldn't have told you this," he spun around facing away from you, while running his hands through his hair.

He was mumbling inaudible things to himself before you asked, "Newt?" He turned back around to look at you. Before he could say anything else, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, and pulled him down to you. Your lips crashed together in another passionate kiss. This one was cut short by the sounds of the other Gladers cheering. You jumped away from Newt, and looked to your right to see literally all of the Gladers cheering and clapping and catcalling.

Minho looked at you still smirking, and that's when you realized what was happening. They set you up! You looked back at Newt with a suspicious look on your face, and asked, "This was all planned wasn't it?" in an accusing tone.

Even in the dark night, you could still see Newt turn beet red. "Yep. This shank was to scared to tell you, so he had us go along with his plan, cause he needed help," Minho said. He still had that stupid smirk. You made a mental note to smack it off his face the next day in the maze.

You looked back to Newt and said, "I hope you know you didn't have to do all of that just to tell me you loved me, cause if it isn't clear already, I feel the same way."

"Awwwwwww," Minho whined. "It's the new Glade couple."

You decided to joke around with Minho. Let some of your 'badass' side come out. "Minho I swear to god. If you say one more thing, I will come over there and cut your pair off," you snap at him in a 'Don't mess with me' tone.

"Uh oh. I'm in trouble now," he said in a sarcastic scared tone.

"That's it," you yelled and ran at him. You were both just playing around, but it was hilarious for you.

"Oh shuck," he mumbled before he ran off. All of the boys were cheering you on, and Minho was just screaming for his life. You did one full lap around the Glade, before you ran back through the crowd of boys. Newt grabbed your arms, stopping you from running at Minho, but Minho kept running around the Glade trying to get away from you, without realizing you had stopped chasing him.

After that nothing spectacular really happened. It was wake up, run the maze, try not to die, eat dinner, sleep. Nothing ever changed except for the one time you had to run back into the maze to catch the freaked out greenie. He made it around two corners before you tackled him to the ground, and dragged him back.

You were shot out of your day dreaming when you heard the clicking and whirring of a griever. You had only ever encountered two others in your time in the maze, but both of those times you had Minho with you. You would have to outsmart the griever on your own this time.

You jumped up, slinging your backpack over your shoulders, and clipping it in the front. You silently backed away from where the griever sounds were coming from, but it was to late. The griever came around the corner, and looked straight at you.

"Oh shuck," you mumbled to yourself before you sprinted off in the opposite direction.

End Flashback

And this is where you were now. You could hear the griever squeal, and then it's mechanical legs were stomping on the ground after you. You knew that no one would be able to hear you if you screamed, so that wasn't an option. You would just have to keep running.

Time Skip because I can

You had been running from the griever for about two hours now. You hadn't realized how fast you had been running, until you recognized the corners you were turning. You had about a mile till you got back to the Glade. Ugh! The one time I would actually admit to needing one of the boys. You just couldn't shake the shuckin griever. No matter what turns or twists you made, it just followed right behind you.

Just keep running, you told yourself. It can't go into the Glade. If you get to the Glade you'll be fine. This got your legs to somehow go faster, if that's even possible. You were sweating and panting, but you had to get back. Maybe the other runners are back already. They would be a little early, but if it meant you got to see Newt when you got back, then it would be well worth it.

You were running for another five minutes, and you were about to turn the corner to where you could see the entrance to the Glade, when you felt a sharp pain go through your shoulder. You screamed in pain as your body collapsed to the ground.

You looked over to see a blessing wound on your shoulder. You felt your body being picked up by what felt like a claw. You were still panting, and you were dizzy, and the pain was just adding to your torture. Suddenly through hazy eyes, you saw someone run around the corner. You were trying to focus on the image, but everything was like a blur. You felt your body being dropped, and you landed hard on the ground, your ankle making contact first, and you felt something snap in it.

After a minute you saw four more boys run around the corner. Three of them ran past you, while one came and picked you up. You were able to focus your eyes just enough to see Newts brown eyes, and shaggy blond hair, before you fell into a world of darkness.

Time Skip my fellow shanks

Your eyes fluttered open. You had to let them adjust to the bright light in the room you were in, but after a minute, you were able to open them fully. You groaned from the pain in your shoulder, and then you felt someone's hand squeeze yours. You saw Newt, Minho, and Albys heads hovering over yours.

"What happened?" You asked in a raspy voice. It sent you into a coughing fit, and Newt and Minho had to hold you down on the bed so you wouldn't thrash.

"Shh, shh. It's ok love. Just calm down." Newt whispered to you.

When you had finally stopped coughing, Newt and Minho let you go, and helped you sit up and lean your back against some pillows. You felt a searing pain in your ankle and your shoulder as you did so.

Once you were sitting up, Minho spoke up. "Well I was coming around the corner from finishing my section, and I saw you laying on the ground with the griever right above you. It picked you up, and I shouted for someone in the glade. Some of the boys heard me yell, and ran into the maze to help. Alby, Ben, Gally, and Newt ran in, and while we were trying to chase the griever off, Newt picked you up, and ran you to the medjacks." He looked at you with sad eyes, as though he were to scared to keep talking.

"When Newt got you to the medhut, Jeff and Clint looked you over, and..." Alby spoke up this time. You looked at him with skeptical eyes. What were they not telling you? "Newt I think she needs to hear this from you," Alby said with sad eyes. Without waiting for Newt to respond, him and Minho got up, and walked out of the hut.

You looked over to Newt with sad eyes. "What's going on?" You asked in a whisper. Your voice broke while you were talking, because you were trying not to cry. Whatever he had to tell you, it obviously wasn't good.

He gave a deep heavy sigh, and took your hand in his. "Y/n when Clint and Jeff were checking you over, they realized that you had been stung by the griever. They gave you the griever serum, so you'll be ok." He looked down, and you wondered what was so bad.

"But there's something else to," he looked back up at you with watery eyes. "When the griever dropped you, you landed on your ankle. It snapped your ankle in half, so you won't be able to walk for a while." He looked back down while still holding your hand.

"Ok well at least I'll be able to run again. It just might be a few months," you whispered in a raspy voice. You were really trying to look at the good in this situation.

Again Newt looked up at you, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth, and just softly shook his head. This was when you got the point. You wouldn't be able to be a runner anymore.

You were in shock, and your mind couldn't pick a single emotion to feel, so you just looked in front of you, and starred at the wall. Your breathing stayed calm, but a single tear slipped down your cheek. You felt Newt put three fingers under your chin, and he turned your head back to him. He used his thumb to wipe the tear off.

"Hey it's gonna be ok," he whispered, while cupping your cheek. You subconsciously leaned into it and gave him a soft smile. That's when memories came rushing back to you.

You and Newt from when you were back at WICKED. All of the stolen kisses in back hallways. All of the late nights of you two sneaking out of your rooms to meet each other. All of the times you held hands under the table at meals. All of the quick glances while working in labs. You even remembered the night Newt found out he was being taken into the maze the next morning. You and Newt had just sat on the floor with your arms wrapped around each other most of the night. The last thing he whispered to you was, "Hey it's gonna be ok," before the guards came in, and pried your flailing body away from Newts.

The memories made you smile, even the last one. Newt noticed and asked, "What is it?"

You smiled softly at him. "Oh just your way with words," you said in a soft voice. You knew that as long as you had him, you could get through anything. Even this.

He leaned over and kissed you passionately, and you returned it. He pulled away and said, "Get some sleep, love."

He was about to stand up, when you held onto his hand. "Stay with me?" You asked in a soft voice.

He smiled at you, and crawled onto the cot with you. He wrapped his arms around you, being careful of your shoulder, and you rested your head against his chest. You felt safe, something you hadn't realized it had been forever since you felt. Just laying in his arms, you felt like nothing could hurt you. No grievers. No creators. No WICKED guards. No nothing.

It was just you and him, and you fell asleep in his arms, with him whispering quiet nothings to you, and it was the best sleep you had ever gotten.

What up my fellow shanks! So I'm sorry if the ending was cliche or trashy. I'm not great with endings. Also sorry I haven't updated a lot of stories. I literally just now started getting some reads on it, and I'm super excited. Thank you guys so much for reading my stories. So I'm planning on doing lots and lots more of these, but please send requests! I want to know what you guys want to read, so send requests. Also please stay safe during all of this Covid-19 stuff.
Anyways peace out for now shanks. Love you all!