Maze runner one shot requests

First request!!!

This one was requested by

(https://www.wattpad.com/user/ThomasNewt27)

It is a Thomas little sister imagine. Enjoy!

Your POV:

The minute you stepped through the flat-trans, you felt the sun was over your skin.

You blink against the bright sun, shielding your eyes.

Once your eyes adjust, you see your big brother Thomas. He's holding a few sheets of writing. You run towards him, screaming his name, joyously.

"Tommy! Tommy!"

He looks up from the papers, and quickly stuffs them into his pocket, as you run into his arms. He picks you up, and you're spinning around with him, you in his arms. You're both smiling, and after what seems like forever, Thomas sets you down.

"We made it, (Y/N)."

You see a faraway look in his eyes as he takes your hand, and leads you away from the flat-trans.

"We made it."

A few days later, you couldn't find Thomas.

You had fallen asleep next to him, and when you woke up, he had been gone.

The sun was barely up, and the only person you could find was Frypan, who said he didn't know where Thomas was.

You sighed as you walked towards the only rickety building you hadn't checked. As you got closer, you heard voices, familiar voices.

One of those voices was Thomas, the other you thought was Minho's

"-job do you want?"

Thomas's voice now.

"Well, I'm guessing you don't exactly need runners. . ."

You heard forced laughter, then Minho.

"Not exactly. Anything you want to do?"

You heard paper crumpling and risked a look inside. Thomas is sitting on a makeshift chair, holding the crumpled sheets of paper in his fists, Minho standing in front of him. Thomas spoke, and you quickly withdrew.

"I-I just. . .I can't have anyone else die. I can't."

No more words, then after a few minutes, Minho.

"So, some sort of authority figure?"

"Sure."

"Police officer?"

Thomas seemed to think for a second, before agreeing.

"Alright."

You hear movement, and quickly run back to where Thomas had left you asleep. When he comes back, you try to act as innocent as possible.

"Where were you?"

Thomas sits down next to you.

"Getting a job."

"What is it?"

A faint smile plays at Thomas's mouth.

"A police officer."

Less than a month later, you and Thomas were living in a pretty big hut together.

He was gone everyday, and you worried, but not that much.

Then, one night, you heard him moving around hurriedly. You stumbled out of the small room you had taken as your own, rubbing your eyes.

"Tommy?"