Aversion (The Maze Runner, Newt / Sequel to Violation)

5 - Forcefield

Chuck, the boy that sacrificed his life for Thomas, had no place of mind in Wendy's head, not even a distant picture of how he looked or who he was as a person. She didn't remember anything about him, about why everyone mourned him, but what she did know was that he had a massive impact on her, especially since she found herself missing the nameless and faceless boy countless of times.

Alby, the man who lead them until the griever sting he received. He too had no place of mind in Wendy's head, or Zart or Jeff. They were just stories to her, these people, but that wasn't the saddest of it all, she was most torn apart by the two boys who were now always at her side.

Newt and Minho.

Yes, she had been told many times already that she supposedly fell in love with Newt before the Maze and after the Maze. She did feel something for him, yes, the same stomach churning feeling and the same heart stopping phenomenon that came to her when he smiled at her or when their fingers touched. It was a spark of a long gone memory and love, but she knew that if she did be with him again, it would take time, just as before. Wendy was surely not going to just go with the glader for the sake of memories she didn't have. She did still love him though. In some sort of blind way.

Minho though, also triggered something within her. It wasn't what she felt with Newt, it wasn't the warm and melting feeling she experienced with the blonde, this sort of feeling was like hope. Like whenever she was around him, it felt right, like it was natural. She couldn't really explain it, but it was there, it was like a sumner breeze after exiting a cold building. Refreshing.

Wendy groaned at her mixed emotions and let her head drop down and hit the table, resulting in her cursing and holding her forehead when she banged it too hard. Hearing a chuckle from behind, Wendy looked over and saw Thomas slowly entering the bathroom connected to the room. She flashed him an eye roll before she dropped her head again, lighter though, to the table and listened as someone walked in and seemed to wait for Thomas to get out.

Minutes later, the boy who walked in said loudly, "Dude, how long's it take to drop a load?" and Wendy instantly identified the voice as Minho's.

Wendy kept shut as they exchanged a conversation until another person walked in, and instead of walking over with the other two love birds, they landed themselves a seat next to Wendy. Looking up, she saw Newt, who also began contributing to the sarcastic conversation.

"What're you two hiding for?"

"We're not hiding, Thomas is just whining about his life and wish in' he could go back to his mommy."

"Very nice, Minho." Wendy added as she lifted her head and propped herself up on her hand. "You're very nice."

"Appreciated." Minho retorted amused, Newt then answering oppositely.

"Tommy, you went through the Changing, got some memories back. How much of this stuff do you remember?"

After that, the conversation went morbid and Wendy found herself day dreaming about events that never happened instead. Like God coming down, rescuing them, and taking them to heaven where all they did was eat ice cream and watch television. She was having a good time thinking about living in a cloud house and watching cartoons until Newt poked her head and asked for her opinion on something she was not listening to.

"Who do you think should be the leader for tomorrow?" Newt asked her, licking his lips when she rubbed her eyes and stared back at him.

"I don't know." she said slowly in return, "Um, wasn't Newt commander or something?" she wondered, and Minho gestured with extended arms.

"See, you're the leader and you know it. We all know it." Minho said, crossing his arms again and leaning against one of the walls in the room. "Even she sees it."