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He could remember waking up at some point, to a soft and warm environment. Completely different from what he had experienced in the hall. Eventually he had lost consciousness, falling back into the velvety blackness of sleep.

Rowan woke up with a groan. "I'm never sleeping on the floor again!" She tried to get up, but felt a weight across her stomach. Looking down, she smiled. Dean was curled up in the blankets, his head using her stomach as a pillow. She gently shifted out from under him, and crept over to the side of the bed where the still unconscious boy lay. She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, staring at him and thinking about his strange appearance yesterday. "We'll have to get him some better clothes," She realized.
Several more minutes passed of Rowan just sitting there. "Morning," James walked in the door quietly. "Hey, do you think I should try to wake him?" James nodded. "Go for it." She carefully touched his shoulder, and gently shook him. Nothing. She looked to James, who shrugged. "Shake him harder," Rowan shook him harder. Still nothing. Sighing, she stood up. "I'm making breakfast, tell Dean to stay here when he wakes up." James nodded in assent.

Twelve pancakes and twenty minutes later, Rowan was carrying a huge plate full of pancakes, a bottle of syrup and some silverware upstairs. She crept quietly up the stairs, not wanting to wake the unconscious boy, and entered stealthily into her room where Dean lay asleep still, a note that read 'Dean, stay here when you wake up. -James' lying on his pillow. Rowan smiled. She set the plates and pancakes down on the bedside table, and dished up a plate. Entering the hallway, she knocked on James's door, set the plate down and went back into her room. She closed the door behind her, but before she could turn around, she froze, having heard a muffled sound. "Could it be... him?" She slowly turned around, her red hair falling out of it's ponytail in messy locks around her face, and saw movement from the bed. She gasped.
"A-are you awake?"

He groaned softly into the softest thing he had ever felt in his life. "Wait... Where am I?!" He heard a soft gasp as he shifted around. "A-are you awake?" He froze.

Rowan stood there, paralyzed. "Who are you?" A voice that seemed to lilt in the most beautiful way called out from beneath the blankets. "I'm Rowan, please don't be afraid, we found you in our backyard an-" Rowan stopped, noticing that she was rambling, and slowly walked towards the bed. "May I?" The boy, who had sat up by now, nodded in assent. She perched nervously at the edge of the bed, and cleared her throat. "Like I said, I'm Ro-" She was cut off once again as Dean stirred, "Big sis, what's for breakfast?" Rowan pointed at the pancakes, and as the boy watched her his stomach let out an enormous growl. Rowan stared at him, then smiled. "Would you like some pancakes?"

Dean tried to take his plate, but Rowan swatted his hand. "Come on Dean, brush your teeth first." He pouted, but scampered off to the bathroom. Rowan gestured to the boy. "Do you have a name?" She asked wryly. "I... I think it's Newt." "Well then Newt," The name rolled of her tongue in the most pleasant way, "I probably have a spare toothbrush if you want to brush your teeth and eat something," Newt looked confused, then his face cleared and he stood up. "Lead the way, shank." Now it was Rowan's turn to look confused. Setting her confusion aside, she led Newt to the bathroom and showed him where everything was.

Ten minutes later, Newt was clean, and seemed to sparkle with a new light when he stepped out of the bathroom. Rowan showed him the way to the kitchen, pointed out the food, and commanded, "Eat." Newt gladly obliged, wolfing down the three pancakes in record time. Rowan laughed, and sat down, eating her own pancakes.

James opened his door to receive his breakfast, and heard a laugh and the clatter of silverware from the kitchen. He froze, then dashed to where the boy was supposed to be unconscious, finding nothing. He dashed back down the stairs.

"Alright, Newt, why do-" Rowan was cut off for the third time that morning, and she was starting to get ticked off. This time, James had dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen, screaming "He's gone!" , only to stop when he was met with the sight of Rowan, the boy and Dean all sitting at the table, enjoying breakfast. "What's going on? Rowan, why didn't you say anything?!" James shouted, and Rowan was now officially mad. "Quiet and let me explain!" She roared, and both Dean and James flinched. Newt smirked. "Newt, this is my brother, James. James, this is Newt. I merely gave him access to our bathroom and fed him breakfast. We were just about to get into how he got here. Any problems?" James shook his head, and sat down.

"I don't know what happened. One minute I was in the Glade-" "What's the Glade?" Dean interrupted innocently, and Newt smiled down at him. "The Glade was a huge maze, shank. It was really scary, actually. I was stuck there for over two years with a bunch of other boys my age, and then another showed up and we escaped to the outside world. A bunch of crazy stuff happened, and then I- I-" He stuttered at the end, wondering if he should tell them. He made a decision, seeing their eagerly awaiting faces. "I died," He whispered, and watched as their faces turned from eagerly interested to shock and confusion.

"Y-you died?" Rowan asked quietly. "What do you mean?" Newt shouted, just as confused as they were, "I-I died, okay?! And before you ask, I have no bloody idea how I got here!" The room fell silent as they all absorbed this information. Dean surprised them all, "Mister, can I call you Lizard?" Newt burst out laughing. "'Course you can, shank!" Dean grinned, "Lizard, are you and big sis-" Rowan leapt across the table, covering Dean's mouth with her hand, and blushed, knowing what he was about to ask. "No!" She said forcefully, earning a bemused look from Newt and a smirk from both James and Dean. "Dean, stop smirking, it ruins your innocence," Rowan sputtered. "What innocence?" James scoffed, and they all laughed. Dean suddenly looked confused, and turned to Newt, "What's a shank?"

Now we know! IT'S NEWT! :D Ah, I'm going to have so much fun writing in his accent...

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And don't worry, there's actually going to be a storyline. ;)
~Sabi