Minho, Newt, and Thomas imagines

Thomas ~ Trip Down Memory Lane

I was running as hard as I could but I could hear the metal beast gaining on me. I gasped for another breath and knew in my heart that this was it. I wasn't going back to him. I wouldn't see his beautiful smile or hear another one of his jokes. I thought back to when I first met him and how kind he was to me when I was so terrified at the prospect of loosing my memories.

I woke up gasping for breath as I felt my stomach drop. I looked around quickly and realized I was heading straight up in a box at breakneck speed. "Help me!" I screamed as I forced myself up. I clung to the metal grates in the walls to keep myself steady and let out a blood curdling scream when I realized I was going to crash into the ceiling. I closed my eyes tightly but instead of feeling the pain of broken bones, the box simply screeched to a halt and I fell flat on my butt. I groaned and quickly covered my eyes when the metal ceiling opened up. After being in the dark for so long, the sun felt like it physically pierced my eyes. It was for that reason, I couldn't see the boy who jumped into the box.

"Holy shuck!" He exclaimed. "It's a girl!"

Murmurs broke out and made me cower with fear at the sheer number of voices I heard above me.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm Thomas," the boy smiled comfortingly at me. "Do you remember your name?"

"No," my voice trembled. "Why can't I remember anything? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" My voice rose with each question.

"Hey, calm down. It's ok, you're safe. This is the glade."

I gasped again trying to force more air into my heaving lungs. He was so kind. He slowly helped me find out who I was and where I belonged. He was there when I needed him the most. I was pulled out of my musings when I felt a blade pierce my back. I cried out in pain and pushed myself harder than I ever had before. Thinking of Thomas helped distract me so I let my mind drift to how excited he was when he learned I would become a runner.

"You're going to be a runner??" Thomas asked excitedly. I nodded my head grinning from ear to ear. "This is fantastic!" He exclaimed. "Maybe I'll get to teach you. It's not too hard and once you get the hang of it, I know you'll be the best runner we have."

"Are you trying to flatter me?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

He blushed and pulled me into a hug. "I'm just happy," he admitted. "It gets lonely running the maze by yourself and even if it's just for a little bit, it'll be fun to run with you."

I pulled back and agreed with him. "It's not the same when you're gone. It'll be a nice change to train with you."

"It's not for sure yet but I'm positive that I can convince Minho to let me train you."

"I think you can too. Besides, your my boyfriend. What can he say against that?" I replied cheekily.

Apparently he had a lot of arguments against the idea but Thomas won out in the end. I smiled at the memory and pushed myself faster. My mind went to another memory and I hoped it would distract me from my burning legs.

I woke up gasping for air as the creator's words echoed in my head, "You were a mistake and we will get you back, dead or alive." I started to sob quietly. I didn't want to leave Newt, Minho, and Chuck. But I couldn't leave Thomas. I'd die before I left him. I got up to go into the forest to cry without restraint but when I opened the door Thomas startled awake. He slowly got up off of the floor and blinked owlishly at me, confused. "Where are you going? Why are you leaving the room?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you," I responded with a shudder as more tears slowly dripped down my checks.

"Hey," His eyebrows drew together in concern, "what's wrong?" I motioned for him to follow me and we slipped out of the room silently. We ran to the forest and once I was deep enough not to be heard, I broke down.

Thomas pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back soothingly. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"It was the creators," I choked on a sob. "They said I was a mistake and that they would get me back dead or alive. But I can't leave you. I can't, I can't," I repeated as cried into his chest.

"Hey, hey. It'll be alright. We'll tell Alby about this tomorrow morning and I'm sure he'll allow us to put some extra safety measures in for you," he tried to sooth me. I nodded against his chest and he held me until my trembling stopped. "Now it's not good for a runner to go out into the maze sleep deprived. Do you want to skip tomorrow or try and get a little more sleep tonight?"

"I'll sleep tonight," I whispered exhausted.

"Alright love."

He was so sweet and tender hearted. He held my hand until I fell asleep that night. And when I first came to the glade, he wanted to protect me from the hormonal boys so he insisted I slept in his room. I was pulled out of my musings when I stumbled on a  rock. I shouldn't have been so stupid! I shouldn't have been off down memory lane, whether it helped me take my mind off of the pain or not. That stupid decision had been my fatal mistake. I turned the corner and found Thomas running at me panic written all over his face when he saw the griever.

"Y/N!" He called. But it was too late. With a final swish of its metal claw, the griever struck a fatal blow to my head. I was thrown roughly against the wall and I dropped like a rock. The metal beast tuned and rolled away, his job finished. "Y/n," Thomas sobbed falling to his knees next to me. I looked up at him lovingly and shakily brought my hand up to cup his cheek.

"They got me," I gasped. "The creators got tired of waiting." I took a shuddering breath. "I love you," my voice trailed off and my eyes fluttered closed. The last thing I heard were his anguished cries of despair.

Hey guys, this one was really sad to write. Do you want an alternate ending? Like, comment, leave a prompt, whatever you want to do.
~Christina
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