Searching For You (TW/TMR Fusion)

Chapter 14

It had been naive of Thomas to hope that things would go well after finding out about the hidden section in the Maze, with Minho. Thomas should have known, by instinct, that a good turn would be followed by a truck load of bad luck. That had been something Sti- Thomas had learnt in his life, a lesson that had become ingrained within his very being.

So, it should have been no surprise when the wall-like doors to the Maze refused to close. After getting used to the doors closing at a particular time as a routine, the change was disconcerting and panic-inducing, to say the least. It didn't take long for the next conclusion to be reached.

There was nothing to stop the Grievers from entering the Glade!

It was a riot of planning and activities in the Glade. The air was thick with fear, desperation and determination. The Gladers wouldn't be going out without a fight.

Thomas couldn't get his mind off the haunted look in Alby's eyes. Alby had remembered something, that much was obvious. But what could it have been to reduce him to a fearful shell?

A sharp tug to his hand drew him out of his thoughts. Recognising the texture of the hand holding onto his, he let himself be pulled to the side of a shed-like structure where they were relatively hidden from prying eyes.

Newt was pale, his eyes filled with terror that was controlled with an iron-clad will. His mouth was a grim line that showed just how much the turn of events worried him. Thomas couldn't help but trace the contours of Newt's face, with his eyes, knowing that the future was uncertain.

"Tommy," Newt said, in a firm, low voice. "Promise me that you'll be careful."

Thomas gazed silently at the face in front of him, the words struggling in his throat. He was suddenly hit with the realization that this could very well be the last time they would be together. His entire being cried out in denial, a scream escaping him in the form of a strangled whisper.

Fitting his palm at the side of Newt's face, Thomas said in a furious whisper, "I will, if you promise me to do the same."

Unable to hold himself back, Thomas drew Newt to him, his lips capturing the other's in a passionate embrace. Hands clutched at each other's hair and shoulders, yearning to be closer. Lips clinging, hoping to draw out this single moment for eternity, teeth clashed with each gasping breath. Thomas felt as though they were exchanging their very souls in the kiss that was filled with desperation and love, oh so much love.

Breaking away from the addictive lips of Newt, knowing that if he didn't stop now, he wouldn't ever, Thomas rested his forehead against Newt's, their breaths mingling in the space between their faces.

"I promise," Newt said, his voice hoarse.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas let it out slowly.

"So do I," he said, making sure to look Newt in the eye.

Nodding slowly, Newt leaned in to give a chaste, yet no less passionate, kiss to Thomas.

They'll survive, they told themselves.

They had to.

***

The last conscious thought that flitted through Thomas' mind, along with a wave of regret, just before a burning darkness swallowed him whole, was that Newt going to be very worried and utterly furious with him.

Thomas had promised to be careful, yes. But in that one moment, suspended in time, when he knew what he had to risk, the chance he had to take, there was no time to think of consequences.

Alby was looking at him fearfully and yet seriously, holding onto Thomas while being pulled by the Griever.

"You need to get them out of here, Thomas. You must."

His eyes pleaded with him to understand the severity of his request. Closing his eyes, Alby let go. The scream of denial that erupted from Thomas' mouth was echoed by many.

Thomas knew that he had to be stung to know, to make sense of what was happening.

Shouts from Newt and Chuck, filled with rage and shock, reached his ears, just before he gave into the pull of unconsciousness.

***

When Eugene had decided to go to the bar that day, he had been planning on a few drinks, and maybe a fuck or two. So, when he saw a young blonde giving him interested looks, he had no compunction in following the girl out into the alleyway. He pushed aside the niggling feeling that teased over his primal instincts screaming at him about danger.

The blonde pushed him towards the wall, following him with grace that was oddly reminiscent of a predator that he saw once on the television. Arousal flooded him, his heartbeat quickening. A smirk lifted the girl's lips. He wanted to wipe that look off her face, bite that red lips till they were stained with blood.

He reached for her, but she pushed him back with enough force that his back slammed into the wall, the breath driven out of him at the impact. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and a filthy grin took it's place on his face.

If she wanted it rough, he would give it to her rough.

Tilting his head, he caught a glimpse of amber. A sliver of unease crept upon his spine. Something wasn't right here.

A chilling growl sounded from within the alleyway. Eyes that were as red as the fires of hell flashed at him, in the dark.

Before he knew it, he was held captive by creatures, the blonde being one among them, that appeared to be from his worst nightmares. Terror flowed through him like never before.

"Now," a voice hissed. "Where is Stiles?"

***

They left the knocked-out man in the alley with looks of disgust.

Erica had made sure that he had been drunk enough that when he woke up the next day, all he would remember is going to the bar and drinking. Nothing more.

She looked at Isaac and Derek who stood with her, the moonlight casting harsh light on them.

"WICKED?"

Derek glanced at her and nodded.

"I've never heard of it," he admitted, a snarl audible in his words. The answers that they had received had left him very unsettled.

Isaac looked up at the moon. It was nearly full. Silvery clouds framed the pale orb, giving it an ethereal look. Stiles would have liked the view.

"We'll tell the Sheriff. And Argent. We need all the help we can get."

***

A/N:
Yes, I'm alive.
My life's kinda spinning out of control, so all I can say is sorry. Anyone else having a crappy year?

How'd you like the chapter? If you find any mistakes, let me know.

We're almost at the end of the Maze Runner Book 1 arc. I've no idea how to continue from that point on, lol. No worries, I'll do my best.

Question: Does Stiles have ADHD?

Thanks for reading!