Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

Attractive Violence (Thomas)

Your curious stare was different from the others. It wasn't like Gally's that was convinced he was the devil or Minho who found amusement in his determination to be in the Maze. You looked at him across the Glade while he resisted staring at you. You were a girl, and he figured it was a pretty overused move to stare at the only girl.

The occasional flickering gaze that you could barely notice should be fine though.

"Keep dreamin', mate."

"Huh?"he asked quickly, pulling his attention back to the shovel he didn't care about.

"Ya' know what. Trust me. Ya' may as well give it up now. She never looks at any bloke here,"Newt explained.

"She'd run into the Maze before going out with any of us. Literally,"Zart added, glancing at the wall the brunette had found himself infatuated with. He wasn't quite sure if the literally was an actual event, but nevertheless it had the opposite result this conversation was supposed to have. His stare was longer this time, an admiration of the way you laughed at something Jack said, lightly nudging his side.

"Go make yourself useful before your eyes fall out,"the blonde ordered, throwing him a bucket. He barely managed to catch it, stumbling back as he wrapped his arms around it.

"What's this for?"

"Fertilizer. The best chore around here,"Zart grinned, wiping his hands off on his shirt as Greenie's face twisted in disgust. His brows furrowed as he frowned, his grip on the bucket significantly loosening.

"Go on then. You won't get it by standin' around."

Grumbling under his breath, he stomped over to the Deadheads. Sensing his attitude from the other side of the garden, you looked over to see him storming off with the bucket swinging in his hand and shovel violently clutched in the other. Shaking your head at the beloved chore being passed off, you crossed your arms before joining back in the conversation.

Thomas was not happy to be trudging through the forest like some cursed explorer, and he certainly wasn't pleased that he was passing by horrifying things while doing it. With no one around to listen, he audibly whined about how much this place sucked. The irony was lost on him (for now), and the information was no stranger to anyone else here.

The skull in his path made him stop. Standing there, he stared at scratched letters that were no longer legible. It was animal bones, but that didn't stop the fact that this entire place felt like a wizard's prophecy. Cocking his head to the side, he tried to figure out exactly what was wrong with it. The obvious of it representing death was there, but he had the feeling there was much, much more happening.

While he was lost in a very typical Thomas fashion, the sound of a branch snapping made him look up. Standing there unnaturally still was Ben, staring at him with a look he couldn't remember anyone having ever given him. Dirt stained his clothes and skin, which seemed pretty typical for a Runner. Hopefully.

"It's Ben, right?"he checked, brushing off the red flags.

At the speed of light, the blonde sprinted forward, his eyes hungry with rage. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew enough to not get himself killed a week into his stay. So, with all the speed and volume he could muster, he ran out of the Deadheads while screaming for anyone. He could feel the possessed boy right on his tail as he was stumbling over branches. The shouting was barely noticeable at first, a slight buzz that made everyone look up.

Then, he came stumbling through. Not giving him a chance to breathe, Ben threw himself on top of him, dragging them both to the ground. If he wasn't so focused on not being strangled, he would be absolutely humiliated.

Acting fast since they were wresting two feet away from you, you whacked the back of Ben's head with a shovel. His stung mind still paid enough attention to the pain to freeze for just a second, giving Newt and Alby the chance to restrain him. Pleading for mercy, he yelled Thomas's name with pure venom, spitting curses for what he had done. Between randomly being attacked and being blamed for everything, Thomas was stuck in his spot on the ground.

"You've really done it now, haven't you Greenie?"you sighed, holding your hand out. After all, it probably wasn't the smartest idea to keep him in plain view of the guy who currently wanted to kill him.

Those coffee eyes stared at you for far too long. He had long since memorized your teasing smile and celebratory laugh and slouched posture. Now he could add the view of you banging someone upside the head for him. He couldn't tell whether it was appropriate for that to be half the reason his heart was beating out of his chest, but he could probably get away with it.

When he finally managed to take your hand, his face flushed violently at the contact. The callouses from your time here, the dirt under your nails, the cuts littering your palm, they were all different than he imagined. Because, no matter how adamantly he denied it, he had been imagining it.

You were helping him to calm the situation he indirectly created.

He accepted, because it was close enough to holding your hand.