Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Memories// Thomas

You get your memories back "I remember the first time they brought you in," "I was taller than you then, and faster."

You were shaken awake, opening your aching eyes to the brown eyes of Thomas.

"Thomas?" You whispered, the bright lights aching your head from having your memories shoved back into your head.

"C'mon, we have to go." He helped you up, putting an arm around your waist. You followed them out through a broken window and down a long corridor.

Thomas had a gun, which scared you at the moment. You were confused, you wanted to tell Thomas that you got your memories back. You spotted Teresa, who was eyeballing you like you've done something wrong.

The way she looked at you, it was like something had happened. Like you did something. That's when you realized; she got her memories back too.

Teresa wasn't a good person. She was totally and utterly invested in WCKD, all for putting everyone in the Maze. But then Thomas came along, Subject A2, and suddenly she changes her mind, turn for the "better," and suddenly, she's all against the Maze trials. But you knew it was an act, that she was still Ava Paige's ass kisser behind closed doors. That she was just playing Tom and he was too dumb to see it.

You were always against the Maze Trials, from the moment your mother handed you over for the "cure." From the moment you met Ava Paige. From the moment you were force to sit at a chair and watch your friends die. From the moment you met Thomas.

So, when you rebelled against them, they decided to take your memory and rebellion and throw you into the Maze. Made it where you couldn't remember anything. You couldn't remember Thomas. You couldn't remember your parents. You couldn't remember your life, your friends, absolutely nothing.

You were sitting in the desert sand, finding yourself drifting off into your new thoughts, ones that you can't even remember remembering. You kept pulling yourself out of it, staring at Teresa. Thomas comes over, sitting beside you.

"What's going on with you?" He asks.

"They did something." You turned, pulling the collar of your shirt down to reveal and small lump on the back of your neck.

"Your memories?" He asks as you nodded.

You sat in silence, almost feeling his eagerness to ask.

"I remember the first time they brought you in," you said. "I was taller than you then, and faster."

He smiled softly, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. He noticed you were staring at Teresa.

"What is it?" He asks.

"There's something about her," you shook your head, your memories still blurry. "I don't know, it's something. But I don't trust her. I just..don't."

"Why? Your memories?" He asks.

"She was Ava Paige's bitch, and now suddenly, she's all for team us? I don't like it, Thomas. She's the one that put have of the Gladers in the Maze, and now.." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point.

"But now that she's one of us, maybe she understands."

"One of us?"

"You know what I mean."

"Thomas," you stared into his brown eyes. "She put us here. It's her fault half of us are dead. I do not trust her."

"Okay. I believe you," he sighs. "Now tell me more about me."

You laugh, putting your head on his shoulder. "You were quiet, subdued. But then we started talking and things clicked. We were like two peas in a pod."

Things started to get serious. "Then there was the plan. The plan to save our friends. You were their favorite Thomas. They thought that if they could change you, then everything would be okay. But that's when thing started to get complicated. I don't know what you did, but they sent you into the Maze. And-and I snapped and rebelled."

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"They put me in the Maze," you said as a tear slipped down your cheek. "And I couldn't remember anything, about myself, about us."

"Thomas, I think we-oh shuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Newt said as you quickly swiped the tears from your cheeks.

You nodded at Newt, accepting his apology. You found yourself watching Teresa again.

"Listen to me," Thomas said, making your turn to face him. "We can leave her, if you want. I don't know if everyone else will agree to it, but they'll listen to me, they'll listen to you."

"She's trouble, Tommy. I just..know it."

"Alright, okay, I believe you." He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your forehead.