Maze runner one shot requests

Final candidates---Thomas imagine

TW for mentions of operation, death

((This takes place during the time period when they tell Thomas he's the final canidate))

You sat in a chair next to Thomas, who sat in an identical chair.

Why had WICKED put you in here?

A slam sounded from behind you, and you flinched, turning to see a man, coming in from a door.

Thomas glanced worriedly at you, and then you felt his hand wrap around your own.

The man moved to sit behind the desk in front of you, and for a moment, you remember a school room, just like this.

Then the memory slips from your fingers, and you focus back on the man.

You can't help but notice he looks very official, a white lab coat, his thinning hair combed neatly, a small stack of papers and notebooks in his arms.

He set the papers down in front of him, then turned to you and Thomas. When he spoke his voice was emotionless.

"During these. . .tests you've been through, you two have stood out the most."

You glance over at Thomas, who looks just as confused as you feel, then back at the man.

"Is- Is that good?"

The man ignores your question completely.

"The reason we've put you through this is so we can find a cure for the virus called the flare"

Thomas's grip on your hand tightens slightly. Thomas speaks, his voice slightly impatient and worried.

"Yes, we know. Now can you answer (Y/N)'s question?"

The man looks at you like it's the first time he realized you were there.

"What? Oh yes, if it's good. The answer is yes, yes it's good. It means you two are the final candidates."

You turn to Thomas, your eyes locking as you whisper to him.

"Final candidates?"

Thomas just shrugs slightly, indicating he's just as confused as you are. Thomas breaks eye contact, turning back to the man.

"What does that mean?"

The man smiles bitterly.

"Well, it means that one of you has the cure inside of you."

Your heart leaps. You and Thomas could cure all those people. . .

"How?"

You ask, your voice full of excitement.

"How can we get the cure. . .out?"

The man sighs slightly.

"We- Well we have to. . .perform an operation. . ."

Thomas smiles.

"Okay? That doesn't sound so bad. .?"

You knew that he was waiting for the catch.

Like how you got out of the maze, then the scorch.

There was always a catch.

The man looked apologetically at both of you.

"Well, the operation is. . .well it's. . ."

You gripped Thomas's hand tight, him squeezing back.

". . .It's fatal."