The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

"Think we Made our Point?" (Gally)

        "Y/N! Y/N, wake up!" The sound of Clint's voice filled your ears, rousing you from your sleep. Groggily, you rubbed your eyes and sat cautiously up in bed. Looking to your left, you realized that Clint, Keeper of the Med-Jacks and your boss was sitting cross-legged on your floor. 

        "C-Clint?" You asked, running a hand through your tousled hair, eyeing him suspiciously. "What are you still doing here? You didn't sleep here, did you?" As your body began to wake itself, memories of the night before came flooding back. You and Clint had been up half the night working on a plan to revamp your medical stock room, the area where you kept all of your supplies. Lately, you'd been running low on space and you knew you'd be able to convince your boyfriend, Gally, to have his team of builders work on adding a few extra square feet. 

        "Yeah, I guess I just fell asleep." Clint responded. "On the floor, of course. I'm not stupid enough to cross Gally like that." Grinning, you nodded your head in agreement.

        "Of course not. Come on, let's get out there before we miss breakfast." Stretching, you decided not to change into a fresh pair of clothes. You'd only just thrown your current pair of shorts and shirt on after your shower when Clint had approached you, wanting to talk about your design ideas. Pulling the hair tie off your wrist, you began gathering your hair into a ponytail while Clint slipped on his shoes. "Ready?" You asked, turning towards the door. 

        "Good that! I'm starving!" Clint added, rubbing a hand over his stomach. As you walked through the Homestead, Clint attempted to make conversation. "So, Y/N, do you really think you'll be able to convince Gally to build an add-on?" 

        "For sure!" You replied, stepping onto the makeshift porch of the Homestead. 

        "Oh yeah, and how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Clint asked teasingly, a grin making its way across his lips. 

        "Ohhhh Clint, I have my ways." You responded playfully, giving him a slight wink. Clint laughed loudly, rolling his eyes and then stopping suddenly. 

        "Oh shuck!" He exclaimed.

        "What's up?" Slowing your pace, you turned to face him. 

        "I forgot, I've gotta tell Jeff not to start re-organizing anything until you've gone over the building plans with Gally. I'm gonna go talk to him really quickly. I'll see you later!" Pulling you into a quick hug, he turned and raced towards the Med-Jack hut. Smiling, you continued your walk towards the breakfast tables. As you drew nearer, you could see Gally leaning over one of the tables talking feverishly with Newt and Zart. For a second, he turned his gaze towards you, but quickly looked away. That's odd you thought, continuing your journey. Just before you'd reached the table, Gally quickly collected his still full plate of food and rushed towards the kitchen. Okay, something's up. Without stopping for a plate, you headed directly for the table where Newt and Zart still sat. 

        "Morning boys." You said cheerfully. 

        "Morning Y/N." They muttered, their eyes fixed on the food sitting in front of them.

         "Alright shuckfaces, I know something's up. I saw Gally whispering to you two before he stormed off. What's happened? Did Chuck steal his tools again?" 

        "Not exactly, love." Newt began, his eyes drifting slowly upward to meet yours. 

        "Well, what then?" You questioned, folding your hands nervously. Any time Gally didn't greet you with an extended 'good morning' hug and kiss, you knew there was a serious problem.