One shot (teen wolf & maze runner)

Minho - Saving him

Mae's heart pounded in her chest as she crept through the dimly lit corridors of the WKCD headquarters. The sterile white walls and cold, metallic floors contrasted sharply with the warmth and urgency of her mission. She had only one goal tonight: to rescue Minho.

Minho had been taken by the World Knowledge Control Division (WKCD) two weeks ago, accused of harboring forbidden information. The WKCD's relentless pursuit of control over knowledge and free thought had made them a feared entity in society. Mae and Minho had been part of an underground network dedicated to preserving and sharing uncensored information, but they knew the risks. The day Minho was captured, Mae had sworn to herself that she would bring him back, no matter the cost.

Mae's intel, gathered painstakingly from various sources within their network, indicated that Minho was being held in a high-security wing of the facility. The journey to get there had been fraught with danger. She had narrowly avoided several patrols, using her agility and quick thinking to stay out of sight. Her heart had nearly stopped when a guard had turned down the hallway she was in, but she had managed to duck into a maintenance alcove just in time.

As she moved deeper into the building, Mae's thoughts flickered back to her last conversation with Minho. They had been sitting in their hidden library, surrounded by books and digital archives that contained the real history of the world. Minho's eyes had been bright with determination as he spoke about their latest findings. "This knowledge can change everything, Mae. We can't let them take it away from us."

She clung to those words now as she approached the door to the interrogation rooms. Using a stolen security card, she swiped through the lock and slipped inside, the door closing softly behind her. The air was thick with tension and the faint hum of machinery. Mae moved swiftly, her senses heightened, listening for any sign of Minho.

In the third room she checked, she found him. Minho was slumped in a chair, his hands bound and his face bruised but his spirit seemingly unbroken. His eyes widened in disbelief and relief when he saw Mae.

"Mae?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"It's me," she replied, rushing to his side. "We're getting out of here."

Mae worked quickly to free Minho's hands, her fingers trembling with urgency. As she undid the last restraint, the door behind them burst open. A WKCD officer stood there, gun drawn.

"Step away from the prisoner!" he barked.

Without hesitation, Mae stepped in front of Minho, shielding him with her body. "You'll have to go through me first," she said defiantly.

The officer hesitated, and in that split second, Minho, despite his weakened state, lunged forward and disarmed him. Mae grabbed the gun and pointed it at the officer, her hands steady. "Where's the exit?" she demanded.

The officer, seeing the determination in their eyes, reluctantly pointed down the hallway. "End of the corridor, left, then straight to the exit."

"Move," Mae ordered, and the officer complied, walking ahead of them with Mae and Minho close behind.

As they navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, alarms started blaring, and the facility went into lockdown. Mae knew their time was running out. They reached a checkpoint where more guards awaited them. Mae took a deep breath and fired a warning shot into the air.

"Let us through, or he dies," she shouted, pushing the officer forward.

The guards exchanged glances, clearly conflicted, but stepped aside. Mae and Minho hurried past them, the exit now in sight.

Just as they were about to reach the door, the officer made a desperate move, trying to wrestle the gun from Mae. In the struggle, a shot rang out, and the officer fell to the ground, clutching his leg. Mae didn't have time to process what had happened. She pulled Minho through the exit and into the cool night air.

They ran through the shadows, heading for the rendezvous point where a car waited for them. As they approached, the driver-a trusted ally from their network-opened the door, and they scrambled inside.

"Go, go, go!" Mae urged, and the car sped off into the night.

For several minutes, the only sound was their heavy breathing and the hum of the engine. Then, finally, Minho turned to Mae, his eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper-admiration and love.

"You came for me," he said softly.

"Of course I did," Mae replied, reaching out to take his hand. "We're in this together. Always."

As they drove away from the WKCD facility, Mae allowed herself a moment to breathe. The road ahead would be challenging, but for now, they had won a crucial victory. They were free, and together, they would continue their fight for knowledge and truth.

In the distance, the first light of dawn began to break, symbolizing not just a new day, but a new beginning for both of them. Mae squeezed Minho's hand, a silent promise that they would never stop fighting for what they believed in.

Together, they were unstoppable.