Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

Fifty Percent (Sonya and Harriet)

They meant absolutely everything to me. If I didn't have them, I didn't have a reason to wake up in the morning. There's no way I could wake up in the Spring and not go insane knowing I’m just trapped in a giant Maze.

I wouldn't have made it anywhere without Sonya and Harriet. They're all I’ve had for so long. Even when we first got out, we always stuck together. It was no secret either. Where one of us was, the other two weren't too far behind.

I lost fifty percent of that though. I had Harriet, but I had to go half a year without Sonya. I had to lay awake at night wondering if I would ever see her again.

And now that I have, I can't find it in me to leave her side for too long. There's this deep paranoia that she’ll just be snatched up if I look away. Even with WCKD gone, I remember the way I had to hold back tears as we planned and desperation and longing hurting my chest.

I can't go through that again. I can't let her go through that again. I’ll do anything it takes to protect her. Anything at all.

With my work all finished, I rushed off to the place we would meet without a word. Even if she wasn't there, I would wait for her. It’d be crazy not to.

Rushing past everyone, I stood between the grass and sand, smiling as I spotted her figure sitting by the water. Much calmer thanks to that, I walked over, the sand falling at each step, trying to make me trip. Ignoring the most annoying thing in the world, I kept going until I was right beside her. Taking a seat, I looked over, smiling at her.

“Hey,”I greeted.

“Hey.”

“How’s your day been?”

“Same as always. Busy, tedious, on schedule, all that good stuff,”She sighed.

“At least there's always something to look forward to when it's over.”

“Yeah. I know,”She nodded, patting my knee. Grinning at the small act of affection, I looked over at her, then back at the sky. It was beautiful, giving the final orange and pink colors as a goodbye until the morning.

“It looks the same pretty much every night, but it's still pretty every time,”I remarked.

“Yeah. It is,”She nodded, already knowing what I was referring to. We’re close like that, picking up on whatever we mean with basically no clarification. I call it mind reading. She calls it closeness. Harriet calls it common sense.

“You two are alone again?”

Jumping a little, I looked back at said Harriet, who had her arms crossed to match her accusatory tone. Standing up, I wiped the sand from my shorts before meeting her gaze.

“It's not on purpose. We just usually finish before you,”I shrugged.

“Yeah. Every day.”

“Yes. It's Sonya, then me, then you,”I listed.

“How convenient,”She mumbled under her breath.

“It really is just a coincidence,”Sonya assured her, copying my actions as well.

“It's fine. I see exactly what's going on here,”She drew out, throwing us a glare.

“There's nothing going on,”I said firmly.

“Oh yeah. There's nothing going on when you're just always together, and always hanging out, and always without me. Nothing going on at all,”She deadpanned.

“Harriet, you're being ridiculous. I had six months with just you. Of course I want to hang out with Sonya after getting her back.”

“Six months with me? You spent those six months crying every night because your real best friend wasn't with you,”She snapped, stepping closer.

“I think we all need-”
“I’m so sorry I’m not just giving my every waking moment to you.”

“Can we take a step back? Let’s think about-”
“I wasn't talking to you,”She snapped, turning to scowl at her. Her eyes widened at the anger in her voice, a clear surprise and underlying hurt filling them as she tried to figure out how to resolve this before it escalated.

It was already past that point.

“Don't talk to her like that!”I yelled, pushing her back.

“Don't touch me!”She instantly snapped back, giving me a harsher shove.

“Then, don't touch me!”I shouted, using as much force as I could, making her stumble to the ground, her elbows scraping the same behind it. Not even caught off guard, she was back on her feet.

“I get it. You have a new best friend, right? A new precious friend group that doesn't need me,”She huffed, as close to my face as possible.

“We can't argue like this. This won't solve-”
“You're being dramatic. How about that?”

“I’m dramatic? Because I don't feel like being left out?”

“Maybe if you were better to hang out with, I would actually want to be around you,”I glared.

“You're absolutely insufferable. You understand that? You're nothing without someone by your side. You're lonely, and sad, and pathetic.”

“I’m pathetic? When you can't even keep your temper under control?”

“You're not exactly doing a stellar job either,”She defended.

“Because you're that awful to be around. You're the worst-”
“I’m done with you! I’m so done with both of you!”She screamed.

“You know what?! Fine! This friendship is actually done now!”I promised, pushing past her as harshly as I could.

“Fine!”

“Fine!’

“Fine! See if I care!”

I didn't bother to point out that she cared enough to start an argument. I didn't bother to point out that she was so jealous she immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. I didn't bother to point out that she was so worried about being left out she let it build until she couldn't.

I just left, accepting that just as I got fifty percent of my reason to wake up back, I lost my other half.