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Sam
"Where's Bertha?"
Bertha was a car.
But we didn't know that, and spared glances at eachother wondering how a Bertha would be in any use to us. No offence to any Bertha's out there.
"Not Bertha." Marcus whispers, as though said Bertha was his prized possession. "Please, anything. But not Bertha!"
Jorge smirks, and unhooks some keys from around Marcus' belt loop, even though he pleads and struggles in disbelief, as the keys are plucked from his 'grasp'.
I begin to pull my clothes from the bag next the the bed, and pull them over the lacy lingerie, pulling off the stockings and heels (shoving them into my bag, of course), and then tugging a shirt over the matching bra. Brenda, who was now awake, does the same from under the blankets next to me.
"Goodbye, Marcus."
I lace up my shoes, zipping up my bag, and follow Jorge out of the room, the gladers in tow.
The sweltering heat hits me as we get outside, and I suck in a deep breath. We follow Jorge to a garage, splattered with graffiti and obvious attemps to break inside, and he unlocks the door, pushing it upwards.
He then presses a button on some keys, and the car unlocks. "I call shotgun!" Newt bellows, making us all jump.
Minho huffs, and then rolls his eyes "I didn't want shotgun anyway." And he slumps into the seat at the back.
I sit next to him, and Jorge tugs open the boot of the car, gesturing for Thomas and Brenda to sit at the very back of the car. He slams it shut, and clambers into the drivers seat next to Newt, who was in shotgun.
"Let this show hit the road." Jorge mutters, and turns the key in the car. It springs to life with a gurgle and we begin to drive away from the rundown city.
The car rolls smoothly down the cracked roads, that were carved into the sand by past vehicles. And I wheel down the window nearest to me, as a cool breeze plays with the ends of my hair, and nips on my bare skin.
My eyes involuntarily slip shut, and the soft breeze gently drifts me off to sleep.
A smile spreads across my features as I see the boy. The boy that had endured months of pain, but was unaware it, as his memories were erased. But only semi-permanently, as he would be taken back to the Maze in a days time, where he would awaken and only remember this encounter as a dream.
"Minho." I grin, looking up at the muscled teen.
"Hey, Sam." His smooths voice erupts goosebumbs across my skin, and he smirks down at me.
But then his smirk falls, darkness filling his eyes as he stares at my lips. Before capturing them in a breathtaking kiss.
Seconds turn into minutes, then into hours. And before I know it, we are naked in eachothers arms, under the white covers in my bedroom of the WICKED headquarters.
Minho gently kisses my head, "I love you." He whispers, trailing his hand up and down my arm, sending me into a deep sleep.
I awake in an empty room, white walls, white floor, and white empty bed. But with no Minho.
"Sam?" I hear a familiar voice shout.
"Minho? Are you there?"
"Sam, baby, I don't know what's going on."
I take in my surroundings, and see Minho in the corner of the room opposite mine, but a glass wall seperates us.
I slowly crawl over to the glass, sitting on the floor next to it. And Minho does the same, sinking to the floor and laying his palm on the glass wall. I copy him, my small hand no match for his big one.
"Minho, there's something you need to know."
"Yeah?" He smiles encouragingly, urging me to continue.
"A couple of weeks ago, when we had sex in your room, I took a test thing. And it came out positive." I force out, staring at his confused face.
"What's that supposed to mean? Positive? ...What?"
"I'm pregnant, Minho." I spit out.
"I- wait, what?" He manages to force out, a shocked expression covering his features. "My baby? I'm going to be a father?"
"Yeah, Minho. You're going to be a father." I smile up at him.
"This is amazing! I love y-"
A blaring alarm interrupts us.
"Minho....? What's going on?" I ask, concern lacing my voice.
"Baby, remember something for me. They are going to take me away, I might never see you again - my memories of you and my life will be erased. Sammy I love you so much baby girl. I love you both! When our baby is born tell them that his father loves him!" Tears are streaming down his face.
"No! Don't leave me! I love you too baby! I love you so much." I am sobbing as I stand up, by now he is standing aswell.
He lays his hand on the glass his side, I place mine on the glass aswell. He keeps looking over to the door.
"I love you Sam! Never forget me!" He screams as he is dragged away from the glass by two men in black armour.
