TraumerdeAmore: This will be a long one! Should go along with the trilogy pretty well. After it gets to that point. I will take elements from both the books and movie(s). And will add/change things as necessary. Anyway. Chapter 1, enjoy!

Disclaimers: I do not own The Maze Runner or any of its characters.

Different Text: Italicized words are people's thoughts or flashbacks, which will most likely be 'memories' in this story.

"I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the glade?"

Thomas shook his head, gripped by terror, very slowly reaching for his gun with his free hand.

The girl watched from close by, trembling, when did it get like this, she thought, we never did anything wrong, we're just kids! She closed her eyes as tears started to fall.

The sound of metal grinding against metal finally woke the girl. She sat up quickly, her breathing quickened in a state of panic. Darkness swallowed everything around. When her eyes adjusted she could make out shapes and shadows of crates surrounding her. The cage-like box she was in moved steadily upwards. The chains and pulleys screeched as they struggled to lift the compartment. She carefully positioned herself in a corner between the wall and a crate. She pulled her knees towards her chest burying her face in them; and then she waited.

It felt as though hours had passed when the box finally stopped. She pushed herself further into the corner as she heard muffled voices from overhead. A few clanks and light started to pour into the room as doors opened.

"Where's the greenie," came a scratchy voice.

"Eh, must be hiding," a deep one this time.

She jumped as someone landed in the box with a loud thump. Her heart beat so fast she thought it might jump out of her chest. The person was getting closer. Then a dark-skinned boy came into her view.

He stared at her with wide eyes, an expression of shock across his face, "Shit," he whispered as he knelt in front of her, "The name's Alby," he said extending his hand towards her, "Let's get you outta here."

He left his arm extended for a few moments before giving up. He sighed and stood up again. Voices came from every direction. She could tell they were all boys.

"Everything ok Alby."

"Let's see him then."

"Bet he's done klunked his pants."

Her amber eyes were glossed over and filled with confusion. She cowered away from the boy. Jerking every time another voice came out.

"Shut it shanks," one shouted firmly but calmly.

A fleeting look of familiarity crossed her face. That voice….

Alby noticed her change in expression and walked over to the others. She peeked slightly around the crate to see what was going on. Close to thirty boys huddled around the edge of the box, towards the boy Alby. Assuming they were talking, she leaned against the wall once more; and again she flinched as another boy jumped in. He treaded carefully to her. Slow but steady steps. When she finally caught glimpse of his face, she wasn't scared, but at ease. His eyes met hers and time stood still.

He was tall and built skinny, but all muscle. Tousled light brown hair with deep brown eyes that she felt looked into her soul. An orange singlet that was old and worn draped over his figure. He's gorgeous.

He awkwardly sat down cross-legged in front of her, "Hey there," he had a heavy accent that made her weak, "The name's Newt. Can you tell me yours?"

She shook her head.

"It's okay, we've all been in your shoes," he gestured to the others, "Don't remember nothing. You'll get your name back soon enough," he leaned forward and whispered, "You're the first girl you know. Besides the original group, fourteen have come up in the box."

Her eyes widened but she relaxed, curiosity getting to her.

He smiled, "Yup. Most of 'em are decent fellows. But haven't seen a girl in over a year," a giggle escaped him, "So forgive these shuck heads when they can't control themselves around someone so beautiful," he winked.

She blushed at the boys compliment. Beautiful? Me? What do I even look like? She reached up to tuck her chestnut colored hair behind her ears as she smiled.

But, she was beautiful. In a simple way. Her hair cascaded just past her shoulders, falling in layers. Her eyes were big and held all the emotion in the world; the glistening colors of sunburst. An average size build with curves in all the right places. She wore a pair of fitting jeans, an olive-green tank top with a white button up shirt over it. Brown boots completed her outfit.

The boy moved to place himself to kneel, "That's better," he extended his arm to her, "As much as I like being trapped in a room with a pretty girl. What do you say we get outta this box?"

She placed her hand in his and sparks flew.

The next few hours were spent with Alby and Newt giving her the tour. She was shown the different locations around the place they called "The Glade". The Gardens, Deadheads, Homestead, Blood House, and more. Alby even showed her the entrance to the maze, and explained what lied within. He informed her of everything else that came along with being a glader. The different jobs there were, and the 'keepers' of them. About the box and how it brought supplies and a newbie every month. Each one with no memories. About the 'creators'. Anything and everything. The whole time she was silent, latched on to Newt's shirt. He just smiled down at her.

She was introduced to everyone else in the glade as well. Newt was right, they seemed well enough. Caring and mindful of her. When meeting the builders, one of the boys made an inappropriate comment under his breath. This earned him a hard knock against the head by his keeper, Gally. She smiled at him in thanks, and he nodded back to her. The tour ended shortly after the doors to the maze had shut.

"I suppose that's about it greenie," Alby crossed his arms and looked around the glade, "You'll find your place and fit in just like the rest. But bear with us," he said curtly, "We were just starting to get a good system in. But you're gonna have to be taken care of a little differently."

"The bloody hell is that supposed to mean," Newt said angrily.

"Well I'm not gonna send her straight off to be a slicer," he rubbed his temple, "Don't want to scar her any more than she has been," he sighed, "And I don't think she should be sharing a room with anyone now do you?"

He brought his gaze back to the girl, "What're we gonna do with you?"

"For now," Alby interrupted, "Get her a meal, gotta be hungry. Then a room in the Homestead. I'll have the builders work on an addition as soon as they can. We'll reschedule the bonfire for tomorrow night. Stick you with Zart in the gardens after wake-up. He could use some help," and for the first time the boy actually smiled, "Get some rest. You look exhausted," he waved over his shoulder as he started to walk away, "She's in your charge Newt."

"You can have my room in the Homestead for the time being," Newt said as he unrolled his sleeping bag.

It was dark now, some of the boys had already picked where they wanted to spend their evening, and were setting up their beds to sleep under the stars. Others chose to sleep in the Homestead. Apparently they would sprawl out on the floor all throughout the building. There were a few stragglers running around finishing up last-minute chores.

He finished making his bed and stood up next to her. She was staring up at the sky. She looked peaceful, like she was in a trance. He hated to disturb her but it was getting late.

"Come on," he put a hand on her shoulder, "Let's get you settled," he turned to walk towards the Homestead.

She shook her head and pointed at the ground next to his sleeping bag.

"Are you shucking kidding me," he laughed, "There? You want to sleep out here? When you have a room all for you in there," he pointed.

She hesitated, contemplating what he had said, before nodding.

"Wait there," he said gently. Smiling, he continued to cross the field, weaving around others as he went.

He has a limp? She questioned as she watched him carefully. How did I not notice before?

Newt returned moments later with another sleeping bag, and Gally. They were each going to sleep on either side of her. There was something about Gally that gave her comfort too, so she didn't mind. Snuggling into her bag she again looked up at the sky.

Constellations. I know them. When? Where? I don't remember.

She lay there quietly listening to the other gladers settling in and chatting with each other as they fell asleep.

"You survived the first day greenie," Gally startled her, "Welcome to the glade."

She watched him as he rolled over before returning her attention upwards. Maybe. Just maybe I can get use to this.

Sometime during the night she awoke and everything that had happened that day hit her like a ton of bricks. She pulled her sleeping bag up over her head trying to muffle her cries as to not wake the others. So focused on herself, she didn't notice the moans and groans of Newt stirring awake next to her.

"Whoa," he whispered, "Hey love, no what's wrong," he reached over and slowly pulled her cover down. He perched himself up on his elbow, "Can't have none of that now. You're in my charge and if your crying it means I ain't doing my job right."

She smiled half-heartedly at him.

He laid back down and extended a hand towards her, "Love. Ain't no one or nothing going to harm you when I'm around. It'll be alright."

She reached out and he intertwined his fingers with hers. She closed her eyes and sighed as she completely relaxed.

Mary.

A distant but familiar voice called her.

"Mary," she whispered.

The boy stared in shock for it was the first she had spoken all day, "What'd you say love?"

She opened her eyes and met his, "My name, it's Mary."

He smiled at her, "Nice to meet you Mary. Name's Newt. I'll be taking care of you from here on out. And I promise, I will never leave you behind."

TraumerdeAmore: Wow. I do not plan on all the chapters being quite this long lol. I made it out as if Alby was always the leader. But that there was a small original group like in the books. It's been a little over a year since the first ones arrived. You should totally review and tell me what you think! Thanks!