I'm in a dreamless sleep. Just a dark void. I hear a faint noise, then the noise clears into a voice out of the void.
"I hope the Maze Trials work out how planned," it says. It's a boy, probably in his late teens like most of the Gladers. Something tells me this isn't a dream or a memory.
"They will," a girl's voice replies. The voices fade away again. They come back mid sentence.
"...and the Variables, trust me," says the girl. Everything is quiet for a while and I think they're gone. I feel myself waking up.
"WICKED is good," is the last thing I hear.
I jerk awake and see Minho just coming through the door. I think over what I just heard, something about the Maze, Variables, and WICKED is good.
"Good timing," I grin at Minho. Then the memories of last night come flooding in. He chuckles.
"How're you feeling?" He asks walking over to the bed I'm laying in. We're in the infirmary.
"Horrible," I half joke. I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I notice how hungry I am,"and starving." I stand. Minho puts his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his chest. He leans in and kisses me passionately on the lips and his hands move up my back and to my shoulders. We pull away
"Let's go get some food from Frypan," he says after looking into my eyes for a few seconds and walks towards the door. I follow him and on the way to Frypan's kitchen many Gladers say comments about how we survived the night or asking if I'm okay. When we get some food from Frypan I eat hungrily and it's gone. Minho looks at his watch.
"We are having a Gathering soon, we should go get Newt then head there," he says standing.
"Wait, I'm in it?" I ask, confused.
"Well, you did break the number one rule," he replies, grinning.
"Oh..." I look at the ground,"...ya." I laugh slightly. Thinking about last night reminds me about the voices I heard. My expression suddenly changes.
"Are you okay?" Minho asks.
I nod my head,"ya I'm fine." For a second I'm afraid he'll think I'm crazy if I tell him then I remember I can trust him. "Well," I sigh,"promise you won't think I'm crazy." he nods. "When I was unconscious I heard these voices, and it wasn't a dream or something. It was a boy and a girl, our age. They were saying something about hoping the Maze Trials going as planned and something about the Variables then the girl said 'WICKED is good', whatever that means." He's looking at me worried. "You think I'm crazy," I look away.
"No, you're not crazy," he says,"you don't just come up with something like that." I smile, glad he doesn't think I'm crazy.
"We should go," I say and we head to the Homestead to look for Newt. I assume Alice is with him. Sure enough, when we get there we find them making out. I start to clap slowly and so does Minho. They pull away quickly and look over.
"No no, don't let us intrude. You and Newty just keep going at it," Minho says. Alice's face flushes crimson. I raise an eyebrow. What did he just call Newt?
"Newty?" she says.
"The shank slipped and called him that in front of me earlier," he smirks. Alice blushs again. Alice runs at me and for a second I thought she was going to attack me but she hugs me tightly.
"You two can have your reunion ceremony later,"Minho says,"Newt, or should I say Newty, come with me. We're having a Gathering. Alice, now ya know your sisters awake. I'll return both the shanks in one piece, don't worry." She chuckles as we head to the room in the Homestead where the Gathering is being held. We get there are take our seats. I sit next to Thomas in front of the Council. They're all the Keepers, except Gally isn't here. Where is he?
"In place of out leader, sick in bed, I declare this Gathering begun," he says. "Reason we're here is we need to decide what we're ganna do with these two," he nods towards Thomas and I. "Lizzy and Tommy, you're not allowed to say a buggin' thing until we ask you to. Good that?" I nod.
"Zart the Fart, you start." Wait, why is Thomas here? Isn't he a runner? I look over at Minho and he's staring at me. I smile and shake my head. I look back at Zart, realizing I missed what he was saying and it's Frypan's turn now.
"...How stupid this is - they save Alby's life, kill a couple Grievers, and we're sitting here yappin' about what to do with them. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk." I'm already so shucking bored. I don't really listen to what's going on much.
"Why are you here, aren't you a Runner?" I whisper to Thomas.
"I don't know," he responds. The Gathering continues, some in favor of us and some against us. When we get to Minho I actually pay attention.
"After the doors closed, Lizzy took charge. She thought about everyone, not herself. It was her idea to put Alby up in the vines, and her idea to split up," He says, looking at me. I look down, blushing.
"So, what're you sayin'," Newt asks.
"I think we should make her a Runner." A Runner? Me? I look up at Minho then look to Newt. He writes something down on his notepad.
"Well, as long as we're nominating people to be Runners, I think Alice should also. I saw her running today and she was pretty good," Newt says looking up. They send me to go get Alice while they discuss what they're going to do with me.

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Blank Spaces (A Maze Runner fanfic)
FanfictionThis story is a TMR fanfic. We might continue it into TST also. The P.O.V will switch between the two main characters, each chapter will be in both P.O.Vs. The two sisters, Alice and Elizabeth, come up in The Box together. They can't remember anythi...