Till World's End [Skylar's Story//The maze runner (death cure) fanfic]

6. Happy? Reunion.

The room appears to be a small lecture hall, with seats lined up in rows proceeding down to a stage in the front.  The room is boring for the most part, painted grey with the exception of the WICKED logo slapped across the far wall. The incredible thing is, the flat section at the top is full of people. Gladers, along with many from group B. I smile, My friends. My family.

"Skylar!!!!" The shout that reaches me first is Mallory's and suddenly all my fear is gone. I've barely stepped into the room when I'm enveloped in a crushing hug. "I can't believe you're here!!!!" She yells, so loud it nearly burst my ear drums.

"I missed you." I tell Mal, hugging her back, and nearly crying.

"I missed you too!" She replies, squeezing me again before finally letting go. Her voice is bright and chipper, excited at having everyone back together again. My happiness is clouded with the pain that we were still at WICKED, but still, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face.

"Good to see ya Sky." Newt says, pulling me in for a hug. He's smiling, but his eyes are dark, and I wonder what they've put him through. He's been through more than most, and the thought of him being put through any more made my blood boil. I want to punch whoever hurt him.

"I missed you," I whisper, hugging him tighter. Newt's ability to keep us all together is unmatched and I had no idea how we would've survived the maze without him.

The reunion is a bit odd, everyone struggling to act like themselves and put away the horrors we've been through, pretending that things couldn't be more normal. I notice that the scorch has changed us far more than the maze ever did, but our smiles are bright despite the pain. I do notice that a lot of gladers seem to be missing, which worries me, but perhaps they just haven't shown up yet.

As I look around the room, I notice two things: first, no one is themselves anymore, not really. In truth, Mallory seems to have taken everything better than any of us, which surprises me. She always seemed so fragile. The second thing I notice, is much harder to swallow. someone is missing.

"Where's M–" I don't even get the words out of my mouth before Newt answers, flashing me a small smirk.

"Not here yet. He's fine though. Saw him this morning."

"Oh."

Suddenly I find another arm around my shoulders. "Sky?!" It's James. "What happened to you?"

Newt and Mal visibly cringe, Newt even curling his hands into fists. I hardly ever see Newt react so strongly, and I shake James' arm off my shoulders, wondering what had happened. "I could ask you guys the same thing."

"It's a bloody long story." Newt says, glaring at James, "I'll tell ya later if we get the time."

"Ok..." I answer, confused but trusting Newt's judgement without a second thought. Mal on the other hand, Apparently doesn't agree with Newt's judgement, as she launches into a story anyways.

"Well after you were kidnapped, Minho wanted to leave earlier to get to the safe haven." She starts, and I bristle. Why would he be so stupid? I'm instantly angry and she hasn't even finished the Story. Minho's not even here yet, but I decide he's going to hear about this as soon as he is. "But anyways, James here." Mal pauses to gesture to him dramatically, "decided to suggest that Minho had killed you, and well you can imagine how that turned out."

I slap my palm over my face. Yeah, I can definitely imagine how that went. "Really?" I mutter, half turning to face James, "how stupid are you?"

James is about to reply, but he gets cut off by Mal before he can answer. "Yeah, so the next few days were just bad, and Thomas got captured by group B, oh and then we had to fight a bunch of monsters during another lightning storm."