They Don't Own Me

Ivy sat in the grass, leaning in to Minho as they faced the Maze walls. It definitely wasn't the best view, but it was about the only one available. Ivy glanced up at Minho, noticing the look of focus on his face. Smirking a little, Ivy raised her hand and poked him on the cheek. Minho snapped out of his daze and looked at her.

"Huh?" he said.

"What are you thinking about?" Ivy asked.

"Everything. Nothing. It's all just getting mushed together inside my head."

"Well, you know what I'm thinking about?"

"How dashingly handsome I am?"

Ivy laughed.

"That was cute, but no."

"Then what are you thinking about?"

"Doing this."

She suddenly shot forward, her hands darting to Minho's sides. His eyes widened in surprise before he busted out laughing.

"No!" he laughed. "Ivy, stop it!"

"Never!"

The two laughed as they fell to the ground. Minho attempted rolling away from Ivy's grasp but he couldn't get rid of her. Instead, he launched a counter-attack. Ivy squealed when Minho began to tickle her. When she tried to escape, Minho wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Give up?" he asked her, still tickling her.

"Ah, yes! Minho, stop it! You win!"

"Yes!" the boy cheered, flopping onto the grass.

Ivy huffed, whacking his chest as she laid down beside him.

"Meanie," she muttered.

"You started it."

"Yeah. And I got you to smile! So yay me!"

Minho rolled his eyes at her behavior.

"You are so weird."

"You're one to talk."

"Ivy!"

The two tilted their heads back, seeing Thomas hurrying toward them, though he appeared upside down.

"Hey, Thomas," Ivy greeted as he stopped close to their heads.

"Um, you good?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Yep! Perfect! What's up?"

"Teresa and I need to talk to you. And Newt. It's important."

"Teresa?" Minho questioned, sitting up.

"The girl."

"Ah."

"Alright, help me up," Ivy said, raising her hand.

Thomas grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

"No stealing my girl, Greenie," Minho said, getting to his feet as well.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"I'll catch you later, Min," Ivy said. The Keeper nodded and the three split up. "Where's Newt?" Ivy asked.

"In the Med Hut."

"Is someone hurt?"

"No. But we might have a way to help Alby."

~

"We don't even know what this stuff is," Newt stated, holding a small tube filled with a blue liquid. Thomas and Teresa had explained that it could be used to help Alby get better. Ivy looked at her oldest friend. He was tied to the bed, black veins and sweat covering his chest as he whimpered in pain. "We don't know who sent it. Or why it came up here with you. For all we know, this thing could kill him."