Maze Runner Prefrences

Im baaack- The cure

     A/U with Newt if he lived through the flare.

     "Newt!" You screamed as he put the gun to his head. Thomas was shaking, and you had to get there before he pulled the trigger. You were ten feet away, when Thomas threw the gun to the side and Newt tackled him.
     "Why wouldn't you do it, I thought you were my friend!" Newt spat, turning at you he screamed, "stay away from me, I hate you, you're weak. You couldn't even come to say goodbye until a gun was at my head."
Newt kept screaming, and screaming, and Thomas pulled you away. You wouldn't see him for a while.
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It was three months later, when your life got on track. WICKED used your test results, to find a cure. It wouldn't work for everyone, but you know who you needed to find, just in case. When the thought crossed your mind, there was no stopping you.
"Minho,"
"Yes, Y/N?" He asked suspiciously.
"How have we been spreading the cure?"
He rolled his eyes, because he knew what was coming after he told you. "We send crates of vials full of the cure, and instructions on what it will do."
"Can I have a vial?"
He held up the cure, you took it, grabbed you backpack and headed out. You brought some water, dried food, and some medical equipment. You probably only had enough to last a little under a week, so you'd have to find him in three days, at least.
     Tears filled your eyes, but you pushed him out of your mind. Think of something, something other than him...the project! Yes! That is a good thought.
You were pulled into the back of the van, and Thomas was in tears. As you guys headed back into WICKED headquarters. They had conducted the test to most of your friends. They were on to something. The only problem was Janson. Ava Paige, had made him think they're awful habits were good. She actually knew, but him being so naive, made him unstable.
     Once you defeated Janson, and Ava Paige was injured, you, Thomas, and Minho took on the project. You released all the gladers and girl gladers, to see what the world was like, and most went back. You provided materials to start civilizations and let them come up the box whenever they liked.
     The next step had been—
     "Hey Y/N!" You turned to see Thomas, he was being followed by all his workers waiting approval of their projects. He was so busy the past three months.
The second step, had been making enough of the cure to sustain some of the population. You needed a chemical, that sent the same signals, that were sent when you were around the flare. That chemical was right under WICKED's nose, because it was found in the air, especially the air that was in high heat, where the flare was most common.
You guys were able to make enough for most big populations, and helped cure thousands.
When Thomas stopped to talk to you, the scientists crowded him forcing him to stop and sign all their clipboards. You felt so bad for Thomas, he'd been through so much, with no time to adjust, like most of the gladers had.
After all the chaos, Thomas felt alone. His best friend, Chuck, was killed before he even got out of the glade. Teresa backstabbed him so many times, yet he still loved her. When she died he was crushed, (so was she...I'm sorry). The thing with him, was he never died, and Thomas seemed to think he was. It may have to do with the fact that he almost killed him.
     Thomas basically became WICKED. All his memories were returned, and he began work on finding a cure, with the data he had. Day and night he worked, and after two months, he found a way to cure the flare—
     "Y/N?" Thomas' voice pulled you from your thoughts,
     "Yeah?"
     "Good luck," he seemed so sad, probably think the same thoughts as you,"I'm —I'm"
     "Were both sorry, and now it's time to fix things." And with that, you were off.