The Maze Runner | stiles and lydia au

She's Lydia

Instantly she spotted him. Without so much a word she turned and started to run. Her hair flew back and her dress wiped around.
'No. Wait stop,'he called out but it made no difference. He had to follow her.
He started to sprint after her losing her every so often and then finding her. She was playing a game. A confusing one of chase. She looked as if she had no idea who he was and where she was but her deep eyes screamed curiosity. He hated this game. He wanted to remember who she was and how she got here.
     She halted. Her eyes scanned around and then without any reason she fell. Her bare legs landed onto the dry leaves. The last thing to fall was her head and when the soft strawberry hair landed on the floor he ran after her. On approach he could tell she was unconscious.
    Beautiful was the only word to describe her in his head. Her eyes closed gave her the appearance of sleeping beauty and all he wanted to do was kiss her to wake her up and live happily ever after. This wasn't a fairy tale.
    He kneeled down and picked her up bridle style. She was so vulnerable. She wasn't heavy in his strong arms and he easily brought her out into the open area.
'Guys!' He yelled running to take her to the gladers infirmary. Newt instantly noticed Stiles holding someone and ran after him.
    As carefully as he picked her up, he placed her down, laying her curls out from underneath her head.
    Newts look was almost priceless. He looked as if someone had grown another head. Chuck shortly joined them. All three stared, curious and slightly concerned. It was a while before anyone could get anything out.
     'Do you know her?' He asked turning to Stiles. Stiles took a while until a little voice spoke in his head. With a little nod he answered, 'She's Lydia!'
An hour was left until the doors would eventually close for the night. An hour left for them to return.
'How do you know that? Do you remember her from before or something?' Stiles said nothing. He had nothing to say, the whole situation was a big bag full of crazy.
He had no idea what to say. She just appeared in the middle of the woods. He didn't not hear or see anything else.
Newt threw questions at him like a game of catch. There was a demand answers and he had none.
  'I don't know,' he could only mumble as the questions came flooding his way.
  'Stiles?' She spoke. Her eyes were still closed but she was speaking.
'Lydia? Lydia?' He was instantly at her side, ready to answer any and all questions.
Her long lashes whipped open. Confusion was held and questions formed through the green. Her breath hitched as she noticed she was not alone.  Newt hoisted Stiles up and dragged him out along with Chuck, who had been lurking in the door way
'We need more answers. How did she get here and who is she?'
  'I have told you. She's Lydia and I have no freakin' idea to how she got here. I was walking and bam she was there.'
A commotion rumbled through a group formed around Gally. They were yelling and seemed angry, scared. Anger is, the majority of the time, formed out of fear. Your so terrified you can't do anything but get angry at what causes your fear.
They called out at the three of them. Screaming questions asking who was that? Where did they come from? They were stupid questions which, everyone knew, wouldn't get answered.
Gally lead the pack forward. His face full of anger, directed mainly at Stiles.
'Who was that?' He demanded as he came face to face with Stiles. He towered over everyone including 'poor, defenceless' Stiles.
Stiles wasn't intimidated by the asshole standing in front of the him, demanding he should answer the questions like a criminal being interrogated. He stepped forward and pushed Gally back.
'I don't know but you gotta stop talking to me like everything is my fault,'
'It is, that's the thing,' he pushed Stiles back into Newt causing an argument to break out, again.
'Ever since you got here things changed,' the roars where becoming more violent.
'Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?' A voice yelled from behind them. They all turned to see the sleeping beauty behind them. Sleeping beauty was the wrong nickname. She looked more like Ariel.
    Her hair was still perfect and Stiles couldn't help but let a hidden smile form on his face at seeing her awake. She eyed him. She smiled back and a deep feeling pounded in his heart at the sight.

'Do you know how you got here?' Newt asked softly. She bit her lip and shook her head. Her memories were vague. She remembered two brief things. Her name was Lydia and his face. Every time she looked into his hazel eyes she felt comfortable, familiar as if she was with someone she had known her whole life and loved dearly. She had seen these eyes before but it was a memory on the tip of her mind. One trigger and she will remember.
   'It's okay,' the three boys reassured her even though inside they knew there was something wrong and they were all dying from the anticipation. A storm was coming and the boys, Lydia, were  stuck bam smack into the middle of it.
'I don't know why I can't remember,'
And with that she ran off. Stiles wasted no time in following her. Coming out he saw the gladers huddled around to get a better understanding of what the was going on.
    He pushed them out of the way as his eyes darted from one place to another. He couldn't see her. He would have thought her long strawberry hair would be a sort of beacon, drawing people in, but even that had vanished.
     He wondered around alone looking in all possible place for a five foot seven girl to hide. He had done a full circle by the time Newt ventured out from the hut. They ran as they saw something Stiles had clearly not. It was at the tree but he didn't give it much thought till Chuck came running over, all flushed and out of breath. He couldn't get any words out so he pointed to the tree and hurried back. Stiles followed him, he sensed that he knew what was going on.
'Girls are awesome,' chucked chuckled. Lydia was up in the tree throwing things down. Newt was trying to calm her and dodge the flying objects but neither seemed to be working out for him.
Stiles yelled but she didn't hear so he tried again. 'Lydia its Stiles!' It stopped. If there was ever an invitation this was one. He approached the ladder and with one last look he climbed up.
    She was sitting there. Knees tucked into her chest, her eyes pinned to his direction with a look of curiosity; such as the curiosity he saw in the woods. He cautiously crawls further into the landing, the oak wood planks creaked as he did so. She didn't move a stitch, all that moved was her eyes which followed him.
'None of us know where we are we woke up here just like you!' His voice was laced with urgency. He felt like the sooner she knew everything the sooner he would feel off edge.
'Half of it feels like a dream,' She gazed out into the distance towards the metal door which clearly interested her but also made her scared at the same time.
'Well the other half is like a freakin nightmare,' His words shook her and her head turned away to escape notice of the clear panic which was veiled over her face.
After moments of silence he remembered Alby's absence. He shuffled closer to the ladders.
'Lydia?' Her head snapped around and she understood by the slight movement that he wanted to go. She smiled sweetly and nodded.
Only Newt and Chuck were at the bottom, deep in conversation. 'Are they back yet?' They shook their heads, eyes dull and faces solemn. Two minutes to go.
     Each and every boy were waiting at the boundary of the Glade, Lydia still up the tree. The tension began to make the air heavy and the boys felt like the wait was killing them. The only movement to be seen was the dust weaving its way through the air.
   One minute to go.

  'Should we send someone out there?' Stiles asked as he started to shake.
'It's against the rules. We can't lose anyone else,'
The rules were stupid. The chances of them get in back within the thirty seconds left was pointless but a small slither of hope lingered in his gut, in all of them. They heard the first groan but as the rumble sounded the spotted something in the distance. The door continued to make the noise and as it did Lydia began walking towards the awful sound.
Minho was dragging a body. Screams echoed from them all like it was a race. It was, it was a race which if you lost you die. The door began to close and the tension climbed. Stiles head darted and saw none of them were going into help. Why wouldn't they help? He couldn't just stay there and watch Alby and Minho's fate unravel before him. The space was getting narrower by the second. Voices became blurs, distant. His feet took control and he ran.
Lydia ran but couldn't catch him. They all yelled at him and Newt tried to grab his shirt but failed. The gap was squashing him.
'No Stiles! Please don't Stiles no!' He got through but the metal doors clanged shut behind him. He went from the frying pan and into the fire.