Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

The Search (Brenda)

I never knew looking for something could make your house a hoarder house. It never hit me before that tearing up my room and desperately throwing things around would make me look like I had an illness until now. 

“Damnit, where is it, where is it?”I muttered, going back to my drawers. They were in the same state as before with the same clothes and the same lack of binder. 

As I was deep in the chaos of everything, a familiar voice sounded behind me.

“How'd the tornado hit your room?”

“I’m the tornado, Bren. I can't-I totally screwed up,”I barely got out, my voice trembling as it dawned on me all over again. The words felt heavy in my chest, a weight that finally pushed the tears out. That's my binder. Mine! I’ve had it for so long, have always had it there to use. How could that option just be ripped away from me?

“This is only going to make it harder to think. I need you to breathe for me. Take a breath with me,”she gently instructed, putting both her arms on my shoulders. I could barely make her out through the neverending tears, my body physically aching as my lungs collapsed.

“I know, I know. But we’ll fix it. I’ll help you fix it. I just need to know what,”she coaxed, her thumbs tracing shapes on my trembling shoulders.

“I-I can't-my binder. I don't-I don't know where it is,”I sobbed, covering my face as my breathing only got more ragged. I felt her touch stiffen for a moment at my explanation, with her knowing all too well what that means.

“Look at me, Y/N,”she said slowly, rubbing the tears from my cheeks. Blinking away the tears, I gazed at her concerned face, sweet brown eyes that promised to help. “I’ll search with you. We’re going to find it. That's a promise. Okay?”

“O-okay,”I sputtered, rubbing my eyes.

“Take deep breaths. Alright? Clear that weird little head of yours,”she teased. I let out a weak laugh before managing a nod.

She took her time, audibly breathing in and out for me to follow along to. Mine were much shakier, the hour of panic making itself known. My face still burned a little too much for comfort, but it wasn't unbearable anymore. Not like a minute ago at least.

I copied her. Gradually, my body stopped trembling, the fight or flight turning to a reasonable amount.

She searched much slower than me, peeking through every crevice and moving things back after. It put my attempt to shame, but I could live with that. As long as we find my binder, I’ll live with anything.

“Hey, Y/N!”she shouted from the other room.

“Yeah?!”I yelled back, practically crashing into it, doing my best to contain my excitement.

“Any reason you were hiding it from yourself?”she questioned, holding it up. The corner of my sheet was off, a silent show of where she had found it.

“This. This is why you always win at hide-and-seek,”I grinned, throwing my arms around her. I felt her hands rub up and down my back as I breathed in her scent, resting my head on her shoulder. “You really a lifesaver, you know?”

“Yeah. And a binder saver.”