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Lightning Storm

[Y/N P.O.V]

We spent about an hour talking to our long lost friends, finally letting the fire die out and get some rest for tomorrow. Laying on my back, I couldn't get to sleep, the past day continuously replaying through my head.  What Teresa had said about going back to wicked made me grow suspicion towards her. I understand that we need a cure but... the way wicked is trying to find it is wrong. With all the mazes, tests, memory wiping. It's pure torture and Teresa wants to go back to it. It doesn't make sense.

"Hey", a voice whispered, my head turning to see Allison, "you okay?".

Switching to my side, I nodded, "yeah, I just can't sleep".

She laughed softly.

"what's so funny?", I raised a brow. 

"Nothing just", she paused, "when we were little and we couldn't sleep, we would make hot chocolate together and it knocked us out like a light". 

"Too bad we don't have any of that out here", I replied, smiling wide. 

"Yeah", she sighed, "I missed you, Y/N, so much". 

"I wish I could remember my life before the maze". 

"I guess I'm just gonna have to tell you everything". 

"As soon as we get to the right arm, you can", I couldn't see her face but I knew she was smiling. 

"One other thing", she whispered, "Stil-Thomas used to cherish you a lot, and by the way I've seen him looking at you, he still does. Whatever you went through, you went through it together". 

My cheeks spiked with heat, "I mean before the maze, Teresa told me we were best friends so I guess that makes sense". 

"Yeah, I guess so", she sighed.

"I can't believe werewolves, werewolf hunters and all that exist", I laughed quietly in disbelief.

"Well, our family of hunters follow a new code", she said, "nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes". 

Something clicked at the back of my head, "We protect those who cannot protect themselves". 

"I guess wicked didn't erase everything", she yawned. 

I scoffed, trying to hide my smile, "goodnight, Allison". 

"Goodnight". 

Closing my eyes, I felt my body relax, my brain drifting into a dreamless sleep. 

••••

Sunlight shone under my lids, the heat already crawling up my skin. Groaning, I pushed my self to sit up, rubbing my hands over my tired face. Thomas was already up, standing and staring off into the distance. Stretching as I stood, I ran my fingers through my hair, joining him. 

"How's it looking, Tommy?", Newt asked, 

"Not too far", Thomas answered, whipping his head back to reply. 

Turning back to the mountains, he sighed heavily, gently shaking his head. I took his hand in mine, giving it a small squeeze. A smile cracking at the corners of his mouth, pink tinting his cheeks. 

"We'll get there", I reassured, squinting from the light. 

He didn't reply, only held my hand tighter as he continued to gaze out. Joining us, the Gladers and McCall pack were ready to continue the journey. Scott crouched down, drawing shapes into the sand, one circle with a smaller one inside. The same drawing i saw when we were attacked by cranks.