The Maze Runner imagines

...i am your sister (Thomas x sister)

This was a request from ScorchedThomas26
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Thomas was...confused, to say the least. Why everyone was huddled around in a circle, he didn't know. He did know that he wanted to find out. He and Minho exchanged confused glances before wiggling their way into the circle.

There, in the middle of all twenty-something boys was a girl. She looked familiar to him, though he could figure out why. If he was being honest, though, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. He felt the need to wrap this girl in a hug, tell everyone to back up and give her space. Still, he didn't know why.

Apparently, the girl had a similar gut feeling. They locked eyes, and it looked like something changed within her. Thomas could practically see the gears turning in her head, the ticking of a clock in her eyes. She was remembering something, he knew that look anywhere. After all, he should, what with everything that had happened in just the past month.

With glassy eyes, she smiled at him. "Thomas?" Her voice was just a squeak, quiet and barley audible. No doubt she was scared in a strange place like this. God knows he was. Shuck, he still is.

Wait, but how did she know his name? Did she even know her own name yet? If she really just said his name, did that mean she remembered life outside of the maze? That she could tell the others what life is like? Or maybe even how to get out...

"How do you know my name?" He asked. He stepped towards her, slowly as not to scare her. The other boys didn't move toward her, but only some of them obeyed Newt's motion for them to stand back.

Eventually he was directly in front of her, and she was searching the ground. It was like she desperately chasing at a thought in her mind that was just barley there, that kept slipping out of her grasp as soon as she caught it. She knew something. But what?

"I know you...somehow." She said eventually, looking up at Thomas with curious eyes. Her hair was a mess, and there was a feral look in her eyes, but still Thomas felt that same familiarity.

"What's you name? Let's start with that." It was Newt who spoke and tried to step forward. When he did, though, the girl let out a small squeak and moved toward Thomas. Newt froze, put his hands up in defense, and backed up.

That's when the girl realized she was closer with Thomas than beforehand. She had subconsciously moved toward him. She had no idea who she was to him, but she knew that whoever it was, they were close. It wasn't romantic, though, it was different. She hated this feeling. It was like it was on the tip of her tongue, she was reaching and reaching but her finger tips could only just barely brush the memory.

"My name is (Y/N). And..." She spoke. Then, she looked over at Thomas, and a memory flashed before her eyes. It was odd and twisted, like it wasn't the truth. But still, it was a memory and she was going to hold onto it.

It was a younger version of the teenager in front of her. His hair a little shorter, he had more of a baby face and his voice was higher. She couldn't make our much of what he was saying, but she saw him hold his hand out and the word 'sister' flooded her ears. Everything else was blurry, and the other words sounded like they were coming from underwater. She didn't care, though, she got was she was looking for.

"My name is (Y/N) and you are my brother."

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I tried my best on taking a request and writing it as best as I could. I will start uploading a lot more recently after this week is over so that's good.