Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

I Understand (Teresa)

She was afraid. She was genuinely terrified. She didn't know anything but her name, but basic things about life, yet she was still aware being in a place of all boys was dangerous. Something in her mind told her this was bad. Something about it made her heart drop to her stomach.

Teresa hadn't left her spot on the tower. Not for Thomas, not for people saying they wanted to talk, and not for anyone's voice.

That was until she heard a girl, hers more soft and soothing than the boy's. Her voice was like honey, smooth and worth so much. It was angelic even, like seeing heaven after being surrounded by hell. It was beautiful.

Slowly, she looked over the tower, her blue eyes meeting yours. She was astonished that anyone's voice could match their beauty. You seemed so soft, your face gentle as you looked at her. Your hair that was put in a braid seemed to suit you wonderfully, as though that style was made for you. Your skin seemed as though it should be glistening in the sunlight. Your eyes, while bright, seemed to tell her that you understood. That you knew her fear all too well. That she wasn't crazy for it. That it was going to be okay.

"You're safe here,"You repeated, saying the reassurance you wish you had gotten.

She didn't speak. Simply nodded at you. Not wanting to scare her, you pointed up for clarification. When she nodded you made your way to the top of the Watch Tower.

"All that drama over you and she still chooses Y/N,"Minho laughed, patting Thomas on the back. He rolled his eyes as he stood there with the other boys, waiting for what came next.

Lifting the cover, you saw her sitting on the edge, weapon clutched firmly in her hands as she held it close to her.

"I wish I had one of those when I first came up. It would have made this so much less scary,"You sympathized, slowly pulling yourself up before shutting the door. With a small smile, you stayed there, inviting her to move closer or stay in her spot.

"Do you have a name?"

"Teresa,"She mumbled.

"That's pretty,"You said simply, not wanting to freak her out more by telling her that was unusual. To be fair, she had been in that coma for two days, the usual amount of time it takes to remember.

"What's yours?"She asked back, the knife slowly being dropped to her side, out of her hands.

"Y/N."

"What's going on up there?!"

"Give me one second. Okay, love?"

It was a simple statement with a simple name that gave her complex feelings. Her stomach turned at the feeling, completely different from when she realized she was the only girl. This was one that gave her a rush. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at you, her eyes full of admiration and something else. Something unfamiliar.

"Go away!"You yelled back.

"I think it's really-"
"Go back to work before I throw more food at all you dimwits!"

With reluctant footsteps, the boys all left, not getting their fill of drama yet.

"Sorry about them. They don't understand. They can't,"You apologized, sitting back down in your old spot. Without a word, she moved closer to you.

"Are they safe? Completely safe?"She whispered.

You had never been asked that, but you understood it perfectly.

"They won't hurt you or make comments. They could end up asking really prying questions without realizing. I wouldn't change in the slightest around them either,"You answered.

"Do you give them grace for the question thing?"She asked, her eyes shining with curiosity the more she looked at you.

"Hell no. I tell 'em if they wouldn't feel comfortable asking another guy or their mama that they shouldn't feel comfortable asking another girl."

She let out a small laugh at your response, liking you so much already. The way you seemed to keep them in line for your privacy and comfort, the way you had been so sweet and actually comforting instead of shouting things that meant nothing, and just you.

"It's going to be okay. Alright? If it isn't, you come find me if you need to. I'll take care of it,"You swore, holding your pinky out.

"You're the only other one?"She whispered, hooking hers around yours without a second thought.

"Yes."

"Sounds terrifying."

"Yeah. You know that already, don't you?"You sighed, putting your pinkies down but keeping them interlocked.

"Yes. It's like that was burned into my head. As though it's a survival instinct,"She explains while knowing you already know.

"Maybe it was something we had to learn that's been put in your subconscious?"

"That's terrifying too. The implications."

"Yeah. It is."

"When does it stop feeling scary? When do I stop feeling like I need to run?"

"It took me a good two weeks. Only when I slowly made friends and ended up talking to them did I not feel like I have to climb the highest thing I could and stay there until I starve. For you, it could be different."

"I'm sorry. You should have had someone like you too,"She whispered.

"It's not your fault, Teresa."

As if love wasn't enough, her name said from your voice, traveling past your lips that spoke so much truth, made the feelings so much worse. She had to actually take an audible breath, shivers running up her body.

She wasn't sure if she liked the feeling yet.

She knew she liked you though.