Get Away (maze runner fanfic) (Thomas x reader)

Chapter Three

5 months later

I walk through the tunnels, running my hand against the wall. It's moments like these. The quiet times. That I forget about what's on the other side of the tunnel.

My sick father. A rebellion that will be left in my hands if he dies. Hundreds of men and women that WICKED refused to help.

I sigh before I walk to the center of the tunnel system. Our headquarters of sorts.

"Y/N?" I hear someone ask. I turn around to see a little boy with purple veins covering his neck.

"Let me guess. Marco and the others are bothering you again?" I ask. The boy's face is priceless.

"How do you know?"

"You have their brand on your wrist plus a few bruises around it. The brand looks a little old. Maybe a month or two. You look frightened and you have the beginning of a brand on your cheek. Get that checked so it doesn't become permanent," I explain.

"Wow," the little boy says. "They were right, you are like Sherlock Holmes."

"Do you know who Sherlock Holmes is?" I ask. He shakes his head and I giggle. I ruffle his hair and he runs off.

"Hey little cricket," I hear Dad say. I hug him tight.

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask. He nods.

"When will I see any mini Y/N's running around?" He asks.

"I will not get pregnant with a random guy just you get grandkids before..."

"What about Gally?"

"Dad!"

"What? I miss having a little baby around."

"There was only one kiss and we're just really good friends."

"Can you consider having a kid with him for your ol' papa?"

"Oh my god. Really, Dad? The papa card?"

"Had to try," he shrugs. I laugh and kiss his cheek. He walks to his roses.

"Rose took my nose," he whispers. I roll my eyes.

"I know," I say, rubbing my father's shoulder.

"Y/N." I turn around to see Gally dressed on casual clothes and a gas mask that's resting on his chest. I whisper a quick goodbye to Dad and signal Gally to walk with me.

We walk down some tunnels in silence.

"So patrol huh? You've been promoted!" I tell him. He chuckles.

"Yeah I'm excited," he says softly.

"So patrol is simple. You go out to the walls. You walk around for a hour minimum. Report any outbursts or sudden moves from WICKED," I explain. I sigh, remembering the one and only time I went out on patrol.

"Why don't you come with me? We can talk maybe," he suggests. It's been weird. I mean we're great friends but I feel like Gally wants more. I can't tell Dad though. He'll convince me that sex is a good thing and that sex with Gally... Nope nope uh-uh no way no.

"You know how there's gangs all throughout the tunnels and some maybe in the scorch?" Gally nods.

"Last time I went out, I was branded by a gang who threatened to take me to WICKED to get the immunity test," I say, pulling my sleeve down, revealing the M that was burned into the skin on my shoulder.

"What gang was it?"

"No longer is standing. My father was off his meds one day and killed them all."

"Wow," he gasps. I nod. He pulls me into a hug and squeezes me tight. I chuckle.

I pull away to look into Gally's eyes.

"Have fun during patrol."