She Was Their Cure (Rewritten) - A Maze Runner Fanfiction

Serum and Shadows

A month had passed since Aurora first stepped into the Glade, and with each passing day, her bond with the other Gladers grew stronger. They had become her makeshift family, a group of boys who looked out for her, teased her, and shared laughter amidst the challenges of their strange world. Yet, lurking in the background, Trevor's hostility simmered, intensifying with every cheerful flower crown Aurora crafted and gifted.

One afternoon, while the others were busy training for their runs in the Maze, Trevor brooded alone near the Med-Hut, his frustration boiling over. He couldn't understand why the other Gladers welcomed her so easily. Why couldn't they see how unnecessary she was?

Determined to put an end to her presence, he crept into the Med-Hut, glancing around to ensure no one was watching. His heart raced as he spotted the small shelf lined with syringes—one specifically meant for Aurora, the serum that helped regulate her health. He couldn't let anyone keep her around if he could help it.

With quick, practiced movements, he snatched the syringe and stuffed it into his pocket, feeling a rush of triumph as he slipped back outside unnoticed.

But his victory was short-lived. Moments later, Gally entered the Med-Hut to retrieve the injection for Aurora's routine check-up. When he saw the empty shelf, his heart dropped. "No, no, no... This can't be happening!" he muttered to himself, frantically searching for any sign of it.

The panic surged through him. He rushed back outside, shouting for help. "Guys! The serum for Aurora is gone!"

Newt, Minho, Alby, George, and Frypan soon gathered around Gally, their expressions turning serious. "What do you mean it's gone?" Newt asked, a worried frown forming on his face.

"I mean it's just... not here! We need to find it before Aurora needs her dose!" Gally exclaimed, his voice rising with urgency.

"Let's split up and search the Glade. We'll find it," Alby ordered, his tone brokering no argument.

As they combed through the Glade, Trevor lingered nearby, the syringe still concealed in his pocket. He watched with a smug satisfaction as panic spread among the Gladers.

They searched high and low, questioning everyone they encountered. "Did you see anyone suspicious? Did anyone take anything?" Minho pressed, trying to keep everyone focused.

After what felt like hours, they finally stumbled upon Trevor leaning against a tree, his face twisted in contempt as he fiddled with the syringe.

"Trevor!" Gally shouted, charging towards him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Trevor's eyes widened for a moment before a cruel smirk crept across his face. "Just... making things a little easier around here," he said, raising the syringe mockingly.

Frypan stepped forward, fists clenched. "You're not funny, Trevor! Hand it over!"

"No chance," Trevor sneered, holding it out of reach. "You think I'm just going to let you keep her around? This is my chance to get rid of her!"

Alby took a step forward, his authority palpable. "You know the rules. You're breaking them, and you know the consequences."

Trevor's smirk faded, replaced by anger. "You think I care about your stupid rules? She doesn't belong here! She's a waste of space! This place was fine before she showed up!"

Gally stepped closer, anger radiating off him. "You're acting like a child, Trevor. Hand it over. We're not going to let you hurt her."

Trevor laughed bitterly. "Hurt her? I'm trying to save all of us from having to deal with her! She doesn't belong here, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen!"

In a flash, Trevor dropped the syringe, trying to make a break for it, but Minho and Gally grabbed him, dragging him back towards the Glade's center.

"Let me go! I didn't do anything!" he protested, struggling against their grip.

"You're stealing from us, you idiot!" Minho shouted back. "You're the one causing trouble!"

"Yeah, I'm causing trouble?" Trevor yelled, his face reddening. "You're the ones defending a freak! She doesn't know what she's doing here! Just look at her! She's weak!"

"Stop it, Trevor!" Newt snapped, stepping forward. "You need to realize that we care about her. You don't get to decide who belongs here!"

"Maybe I do!" Trevor shot back defiantly. "I'm not going to let some little girl ruin everything we've built here!"

"Lock him up," Alby ordered, and they took Trevor to the Pit, where he would spend the night as punishment for his actions.

That evening, Aurora heard about what happened from Frypan. Confused and concerned, she made her way to the Pit, where Trevor was sulking in a corner. She hesitated for a moment before approaching him.

"Trevor?" she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I came to see you."

He turned away, clearly uninterested. "What do you want, Aurora? Go back to your little flower games with the others."

"I just wanted to understand why you don't like me. Maybe we could be friends?" she offered, her heart racing.

Trevor shot her a glare, his anger boiling over. "Friends? With you? You're just a burden, and you have no idea what you're doing here. You don't belong!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the enclosed space.

The words stung like a thousand tiny thorns, and Aurora felt her eyes welling up with tears. "I-I'm just trying to be nice..." she stammered, her voice breaking.

"Nice? You think being nice will change anything? You're just a little girl who doesn't even know how to survive in this place! You're pathetic!" he yelled, his voice filled with venom.

Frypan, who had been lingering nearby, immediately rushed to her side when he heard her cry. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked, kneeling beside her and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"She just wants to be friends!" he heard Trevor yell, bitterness dripping from his words. "What does it matter? She's just here for a while!"

Frypan shook his head. "That's enough, Trevor. You don't get to talk to her like that."

"What's the big deal?" Trevor scoffed. "It's not like anyone cares about her. She's just here for a while."

Frypan turned back to Aurora, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, Aurora. What's your favorite food?" he asked, hoping to distract her from the harshness of Trevor's words.

"Um..." She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I really like... pancakes!"

"Pancakes?" Frypan echoed, a grin breaking through her tears. "Well, that's something I can work with. How about I whip some up for you tomorrow? You'll love them, trust me!"

Aurora's eyes lit up at the mention of pancakes, the thought breaking through the cloud of sadness hanging over her. "Really? You'd do that for me?" she asked, her voice shaky but hopeful.

"Absolutely," Frypan assured her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "And don't let Trevor get to you. He's just mad, but you're stronger than that."

As Aurora began to calm down, Trevor sat in silence, brooding in the darkness of the Pit, the weight of his actions settling in. Even as he gritted his teeth, he couldn't shake the image of Aurora's tears from his mind.

Frypan stayed with her until she felt better, and together they plotted how to make the perfect pancakes. In that moment, Aurora felt the warmth of friendship envelop her, even as Trevor's shadow loomed in the background. Little did she know, she was slowly changing the Glade for the better, one flower crown and pancake at a time.