The Maze Runner Preferences

Medjacks and Mishaps

A/N: THE DEATH CURE SPOILER ALERTS KIND OF NOT REALLY. On the same note, sorry about Newt's. His always end up sad.

Gally: It was stupid, he knew, but it had happened nonetheless. He'd slipped while hammering in a nail and hit his knuckles with the hammer instead. Of course, he tried to put on a brave face for you when he arrived at the Homestead to get it sorted out. He didn't like to appear weak in front of you, but it was pretty obvious he'd broken something. You strapped his hand up and kissed him on the top of his head, and lthough it probably wasn't worth breaking a hand over, he was grateful to have the excuse to spend the rest of the afternoon with you.

Minho: It was Thomas' fault, he insisted. Minho hadn't done anything wrong. Thomas had just stopped too suddenly. Sure, Minho had tripped and fallen on his face and, sure, Thomas only stopped because he'd heard Minho's face hit the ground, but Minho insisted that it was Thomas' fault; he would never be that clumsy. You listened to him try to convince himself of this story over and over again while you held an icepack to his head and waited for his nose to stop bleeding. When everyone else left the room, and Minho finally stopped complaining, you were free to laugh at him. At first he was mad, offended even, but eventually he realised how ridiculous his story was and laughed along with you.

Newt: It was bad. You knew it as soon as you heard Alby yell. You, Winston and Clint all rushed out of the Homestead to find Alby crouched over the tall blonde runner who was lying unconscious at the maze doors. You didn't know what had happened; you weren't sure you wanted to, but Newt was in a pretty bad shape. You managed to carry him back to the Homestead and patch him up, but there was no way he was ever going to walk properly again. After a few hours, his weary eyes flickered open and met yours.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

You didn't know what to say; you were still in disbelief after learning what had happened out there. You eventually decided that being sincere was the best thing you could do for him at this time.

"I love you, Newt. Please remember that."

Newt's expression crumpled; it was a look you never could have imagined on the boy.

"I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

Thomas: Ben had been stung, but instead of taking him to the Homestead like you'd usually do, he'd been sent to the pit. You were fixing up Thomas' arm where Ben had dug into him with his nails. He'd been quiet for some time now, staring off into space.

"Thomas?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

He looked at you directly, considering his next words.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just- I'm just still trying to figure out who I am."

You smiled grimly at the irony.

"Aren't we all?"

He forced a laugh at that, shaking his head in disbelief. We he looked back up at you, his expression had changed. His smile had faded and his eyes were longing. You knew what he was thinking, and you felt the same way. Before you could register it, his lips were on yours and you had your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

And it felt familiar.

You both pulled away at the same time, and you knew he had felt the same connection.

It appeared as though you were one step closer to figuring out who you were.

A/N; Okaaaaay so I'm slipping a bit with ideas for these. I think I'll take a break for a couple of days unless I have any huge revelations. I'll return on Thursday...? By then my exams will be over and I'll be back home (yay family!)

I'll still be on wattpad though, so what's everyone else got to look forward to in the next week or so?