maze runner imagines

Thomas (requested)

       This is a request from @Deliamalfoy ! When they find Gally again during the death cure.
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"We're all on the same side here."

"What do you mean same side, who the hell are you?" Thomas pushes himself away from the person who was restraining him. Tension was high, as he approachs the person who was talking to us. I stood between Frypan and Newt, as I watch Thomas carefully. He'd better not do anything stupid.

There was a long silence. The person talking to us stood still. They then slowly remove their gas mask.

"Hey, greenie."

Everyone froze. We stood in disbelief and shock. He's dead, I think to myself, We watched him die.

"Gally." Thomas chokes.

There was another silence. Absorbing the information, we all stand stiff - unable to move. Until Thomas lunges at Gally, sending a hard punch to his face. The two fall to the ground as Thomas wrestles him, grabbing his collar. Gally does not fight back. Only watches, as Thomas raises a fist.

"Thomas!" I cry, starting to run towards him. Frypan grabs me from behind, holding me close to him.

"It's alright," he whispers, pointing towards Newt. I watch as Newt catches Thomas' fist before he can punch Gally again.

"Woah, woah, woah, stop, stop it!" Newt yells, trying to calm down Thomas.

"You're a jerk." Thomas spits out, not taking his eyes off of Gally. His voice coming out like venom.

"Yeah, I know, I know. I remember," Newt coaxes, "but I also remember he was stung, and half out of his mind. Just calm down. Alright?"

Everyone stays still. Thomas thinks for a second, before quickly pushing himself off of Gally. Frypan releases me, as I run to Thomas. He wraps his arms around me, and holds me protectively away from Gally.

Gally stands up, rubbing his jaw. "Kinda had that comin'." He mumbles before taking a deep breath. He then brings his attention towards us. "Anybody else? Fry? Newt?" He pauses, before noticing me in Thomas' arms. He shows a bit of a smirk. "(y/n)?"

Thomas glares him down, as he squeezes me even tighter. Gally gets the message, backing off.

"You know this guy?" Jorge asks Frypan.

"He's an old friend." Frypan mumbles, barely showing any emotion. Gally stares at us, waiting for our next move. Thomas draws subtle circles on my back with his thumb, as he studies everyone.

"How?" Newt stutters, "how is this possible? We watched you die."

"No, you left me to die." Gally spits, "And if we hadn't found you when we did, you'd be dead right now. What the hell are you doin' here?"

"Minho." Newt breaths, "WICKED has him here. We're lookin' for a way in."

"I can help with that." Gally's eyes shift to everyone in the room. "Follow me."

"We're not goin' anywhere with you." Thomas states, keeping me close to him.

"Suit yourself. But, I can get you through those walls."

Gally begins walking away. Everyone starts to follow, except for Thomas and I. "We'll catch up with you." Thomas whispers to Newt as he walks by.

"Don't take too long." He eyes us, before trailing behind Frypan.

Thomas turns to me. "Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that." I breathe out, "you're the one who got into a fight with Gally. Are you hurt?" I bring my hand to his face, resting it on his cheek.

"I'm fine, (y/n), stop worrying about me." He grabs both of my wrists, staring at me intently. There is a long pause before he speaks again. "We're gonna find a cure, (y/n). I promise you. I'm not gonna let you turn into one of those 'things'." He whispers. I can see a gloss form over his eyes.

"Thomas," I whisper sympathetically.

"No!" He cries, "Don't say anything. Please." He chokes.

I am feeling the effects of the flare. I have been getting angry irrationality. My mood changes multiple times in a day. I'm always stressed, and aggressive. Thomas is set on finding me a cure. I don't care as much about finding a cure, as much as I care about getting myself away from him before I turn. I plan on separating away from the group soon. I explained everything to Frypan, and gave him a note, that he'll give to Thomas once I disappear.

Dear Thomas,
We always talked about getting away from here. Getting our own place. Starting a family. Growing old together. I'm so sorry that this virus got in the way of that. By now, you know I'm gone. I've disappeared. Waiting to become what I am turning into. I hope you can understand why I did it. I can't be near you when I turn. Knowing you, you would try to do something to save me. Knowing the virus, it would hurt you. Infect you. I love you Thomas. I'll never stop loving you. Even when I become this monster. I wish things could be different. But unfortunately, this is the cruel thing the world has become. Find Minho, okay? Rescue him. Protect everyone. Make it through this. I know you can do this.
Goodbye, my love.

I direct my gaze up to Thomas. "Just hug me." I whisper, burrying my face into his chest. Tears run down my face, as he wraps his arms around my petite frame.

"I love you, (y/n)."

"I'll always love you, Thomas."