"Minho, listen, I didn't tell her because what she doesn't know can't hurt her." I groaned at the whining boy across from me.

"Hey, when did you become the smartest person alive, Newton? Also, you mean 'what she can't remember'." He sighed taking his running harness off his chest.

"Obviously, her mind endured some trauma and it caused her to forget the experience. It's not exactly unusual."

"Oh, and what would you call living in a green square surrounded by a giant maze filled with monsters? Normal?" The Asian Runner snapped, staring me down with a glare.

I raised my hands, defensively, "Cut it out, Minho. I'm just saying, she can't recall what happened that night, so why stress her out with the fact that she can't remember that she passed out? I just don't see the point to making her upset."

"I just," He rubbed his face with one hand, "I'm worried it'll happen again, plus doesn't she have a right to know? I don't want to worry her either, but it just… I don't know." He sighed, slumping against the wall of his room. "She is all I have, and I don't even know how to keep her safe. I'm a shit-show."

"Look, Minho. We all don't know what we're doing. We're all stuck in the same pit of Frypan's stew and grass. But we have each other, we've got trust and companionship and for now that's all that matters. We all do our best, and Faith knows you care for her, you should know the same."

"Thanks Newt. Where is the She-Bean anyways?" He asked, standing slowly, stretching as he did.

"How should I know? Don't you have a tracker on her or something?" I sighed with a smirk moving onto my lips.

He smiled and slapped my back, "C'mon Newtie, I'm not that clingy."

The smirk slipped from my face just as quickly as it had appeared, "Oh god, not you too."

"Hmm," he scratched his chin, "I don't know, I think I like it."

I twisted the door knob and pulled the door open, pushing the obnoxious Runner out, "Just go find your girlfriend already."

He jogged down the hall, saluting as he ran, "Yes, Newtie!"

"Stupid shank." I mumbled under my breath as I walked into my own room.

"Hey! I heard that!" I heard Minho's voice travel up the staircase.

"Bloody hell!" I cursed again under my breath. "Good!" I yelled down the hall hoping it was loud enough for him to hear it.

Faith's P.O.V.

I was in the Map Room, sharpening my knives, when I heard familiar footsteps enter the concrete room. "Hey, Min."

"What the shuck? How did you know? What, do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?" He queried as his hand flicked the back of my head.

I flinched and whipped around, dropping my knives and rubbing the now sore spot, "Well if I did, you would've just poked them out, congrats." He smirked at me, twirling a piece of my hair in between two of his fingers. "Ya know I was doing something before you rudely interrupted me." I glared up at him, though I wasn't mad at all. I was glad for the interaction actually, running the Maze everyday doesn't exactly involve too much social interaction.

"Oh yeah and what was that?" I could hear him smirking, I turned back to the table, picked up a blade with a sleek handle and faced Minho again.

"Sharpening my knives." I said matter of fact-ly, gazing up at him with a smile of my own.

"Well that doesn't sound murderous at all." He placed a hand on my hip and the other on my cheek, causing me to gasp internally and bite my lip externally. I should be over this by now, but I guess not. If it was even possible, he smirk widened and I set down my knife with slightly trembling hands, though I made sure he couldn't see how shaky I was.

"I think if I wanted to kill someone I would've by now, wouldn't you agree?" I winked and with a swoop, his soft lips were on mine. Like a lot of our make-outs, it was full of need and passion. He broke the kiss to plant kisses on my neck and collarbone, causing me to gasp again and move my hands up to run through his hair. I moved his jaw back up to my mouth and he captivated my lips with his again. He swiftly moved his hands to the back of knees, pulling and causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He set me down on the table and his hands went back to caressing my thighs and back. My hands shifted to around his neck, where I could feel the leather of his necklace. The one with the key to the Map Room. Though, I would've enjoyed continuing our session, the key took my mind away from it all. I broke the kiss, fumbled with the key between my fingers, and sat breathing heavily on the table with my forehead against his.

"Min, do you really think we'll get out of here? I mean what if there is no exit and we're just supposed to live out the rest of our lives here?" My voice trembled, but I didn't want him to see the fear that I knew was evident on my face. I watched as his chest rose and feel as he took a deep breath, and only moved my head when I felt his finger pulling my chin upwards,

"Babe, they wouldn't trap us in a maze if we weren't supposed to find a way out. Every puzzle has a solution, we just haven't found ours yet." I opened my mouth to interrupt, but he continued, "I know its been a while since we got here, but that doesn't mean there's not a way out. And once we get out of this klunk, you and I can have a life together and live happily ever after."

I buried my head into his chest, my next words were muffled but I know he heard them, "You still believe in 'happy ever after's'?"

"You don't?" He chirped, wrapping his powerful arms around my back.

"I don't even know what I believe anymore. All I know is that, that life out of here with you sounds pretty shucking perfect. That's all I want after this monstrosity of a life."

He pulled back and stuck out his pinky finger like a 5 year old, "Promise me, She-bean."

I smiled and stuck out my finger to meet his, "Pinky promise." I jumped off the table after planting another pleasing kiss on his soft lips and grabbed his hand with mine. "I'll be yours forever and ever, Min."

His hand squeezed mine as we walked out into the Glade, "Sounds perfect, Princess."

**TIME SKIP: 4 months***

Today's Greenbean would mark a whole year in the Glade for me, and two years for Minho, Newt, Alby and the rest of the Original Gladers. But the less I thought about it, the less it bothered me, so that was my solution. Minho had agreed to let me run by myself every other day, and on the other days I would run a section with Minho by my side. Only issue was he tripped over a rock and twisted his ankle, leading to Clint practically leaping on the poor boy when he wanted to run the next day. Very begrudgingly, Minho hobbled around the Glade on a crutch, moaning and groaning at every person that walked by. Every morning he woke up, wished me luck with a kiss, and watched as I sprinted down the hall. I winked back at him before I turned the last corner and looked back to the concrete puzzle that awaited my presence.

I wondered how Minho felt about the new Greenie, being honest, he never liked the Greenbeans because they were annoying and asked too many questions. But we were all the same way, so its just ignorance. I turned another corner in Section 5, adjacent to 3 and 7. Section 5 was an interesting one, lots of dead ends and turns, this was also the Section that had the glass piece that looked into the Maze. I shivered at the memory of my first glimpse at a Griever. Man, I hate those things. So gross. I ran to the glass and slowed to a stop to check that all was well in the Glade. As if I expected it to be burning to the ground the moment I left. And everything was alright, no Greenie yet, but the Gladers were finishing breakfast and heading out to their jobs. A sigh of relief and I was back to running the Maze.

I sprinted the rest of the Section, checked for any odd occurrences, which to my dishevel, there were none, and started the journey back. I was almost back to the Glade, when I heard a strange noise coming from my left, probably Section 3, but I disregarded it as the Runner for that Section, probably Brandon or Dan. My legs carried me across the threshold to Glade, but Minho wasn't here to greet me like he usually was. Probably sleeping or in the Map Room. I gave my lungs a second to breathe normally and walked towards a blob of blond hair I saw in the distance.

"No Greenie yet, Newtie?" He turned around at my voice with a roll of his brown eyes.

"Will you please stop with that name? Even Minho has caught onto it." He groaned with a exhale, fixing his hair.

I laughed and spoke again, "Speaking of that boy, where is he?" I scanned the Glade for my boyfriend, but his head of perfectly styled raven hair was no where in sight. I turned my attention back to Newt,

"He said at breakfast he'd be in the Map Room all day."

"Alright, thanks Newt. See ya!" I turned and ran towards the Map Room and opened the door expecting to see him studying a pile of paper, but again, he wasn't there. My gut started to twist with bad feelings. I tried to shake off my worry as I ran towards the Homestead. Please let him be here, taking a nap or something. I saw Clint walking towards the Medjack Hut as I ran through the grass, "Clint! Have you seen Minho today?"

"I haven't, not since breakfast. He was supposed to come in, so I could rewrap his ankle."

I nodded and quickened my pace. With a growing feeling of worry in my stomach, I opened the door across from mine to another empty room. Oh god. Where is he?!

Back into the Glade towards Newt, "Newt! He's not in his room or the Map Room, and Clint said he hasn't seen him all day." Newt again, flipped around with a look of concern crossing his features,

"What?! He said…He said that's where he'd be…" He scratched at his head. I glanced at my watch: 4:07. The doors closed in less than 2 hours, what the hell.

"Wait, Minho?" I looked to find Hutton standing next to Newt. "I saw him take Dan's harness and run into the Maze this morning." WHAT THE SHUCK!? I merely blinked at Newt and Hutton before sprinting towards the Maze again. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot! Of course, he would think he could run again. I'm an idiot for even trusting him! I should've strapped him to a chair or something!

"Faith! You can't leave! You only have two hours before the Doors close!" Newt's voice of worry sounded from behind me, but I blew all caution to the wind before sprinting back into the stone corridors, but yelling as I went,

"Minho! Minho! What Section are you in?" My voice echoed around, as I strained my ears to hear anything.

I was about to turn into 7, when I remembered earlier the noise I heard in 3. I turned into Section 3 right as the Greenie alarm sounded back in the Glade yet sprinted along the route I had memorized in my head. It took me about an hour to find him, jumping on one leg in Section 3. I skidded to a stop, placing my hands over my head as I walked towards the stupid shank, "Are you shucking kidding me? What in that stupid head of yours told you this would be a good idea?" I yelled while flicking his forehead.

"Hey, good to see you too, babe." He spoke with a small smirk on his face, though I could tell he was trying to hide the grimace, likely from the pain of his ankle. Stupid shuckface.

I yanked an arm around my shoulders, taking some of his weight, "Oh shut it, you shuckface. Let's just go before we have to stay the night with the Grievers."

"Good that." And with that we began the painstaking journey of half running, half limping back to the Glade. We were almost there, when I began to get tired. Minho was stalky and muscular, and I was strong, but nimble and thin. After holding him for so long my arms were tired, and running all day caused my legs to ache worse than ever. Neither of us said anything though, as our remaining daylight time diminished and my body begged to stop. We both knew the seriousness of the situation: we had to keep moving or we both die in a maze full of monsters. All my mind could think about was keeping Minho safe and taking a nap in nice, safe, green grass of the Glade.

It was 5:53 when we were in the last hallway of the Glade, Gladers were gathered around the Gates, yelling again. It brought my mind back to the night I had died and been resurrected. Not again. I focused on listening to Minho's and I labored breathing and the lack of time we had to waste. 5:59 and our feet touched the grass. Hands reached out to lift Minho's weight from my shoulders, and it was all I could do to not faceplant right there. But I was too tired, so I fell to my knees and listened the Doors close for the night.

I heard Newt's, Clint's, Alby's voice reaching out and Minho's was still right beside me. I sat up, rested my head on Minho's shoulder and looked up to see Newt and Clint's faces directly in front of me. Newt had a frown plastered to his features and Clint was raging angry when he looked at Minho, but only worried when he glanced at me. I watched as Clint rewrapped Minho's more purple and swollen ankle, Alby dispersed the crowd of worried Gladers, and Newt's mouth moved to form words that for some reason I couldn't hear. I blinked a couple times and he came back into focus with audio this time,

"What?"

"I asked if you're alright?" His brows furrowed as he repeated the question.

"Oh, oh. Yeah, I guess so, I could use some pain killers though." Clint laughed at that as he continued working on Minho's ankle,

"Yeah, me too, Faith."

"Count me in." I heard Minho add.

"Yeah, yeah. You can have some after dinner." Clint directed, offering Minho a hand up, while handing him his crutch.

Newt offered his hand to me, but I just stared at him, "I would love food as well, but I think my knees may give out if I stand up."

"C'mon shank, I'll help you out." Newt chuckled, grabbing both of my arms with his hands and pulling. He wrapped an arm around my waist, giving me the much needed support system to get to the Dining Hall.