The Maze Runner Imagines

Gally [12]

One minute Y/N was with her friends as they tread carefully through the outskirts of the last city. The next, she was thrown in the back of a van and was being taken far, far away from her friends. 

At this point, Y/N knew fighting had no purpose. If she managed to get her way out of this vehicle she'd have nowhere to go, be completely lost and disorientated. It was better to find out what they wanted with her than it was to put herself in an even worse situation.

As she sat in the vehicle being jostled around, her eyes were locked on the boy sitting across from her. He was probably around the same age and she never knew where he was looking due to the gas mask covering most of his face. The way he held his hands over his knees and his shoulders rang some sort of familiarity in Y/N's mind, but at this point, she wasn't sure how much she should trust her thoughts. They'd been in the scorch a long time. They'd been through a lot. Maybe, she was going insane. Her mind was probably subconsciously looking for hope anywhere it could, whether it was there or not.

"Hey, wanna tell me where we're going?" Y/N said hoarsely.

The guy across from her shifted, shaking his head. At least she had his attention.

"Top secret?" Y/N furrowed her brows and smiled in amusement. These people didn't seem like they were going to hurt her. In one way or another, these people must've known they weren't from around here and wanted information. Or, they recognized them somehow.

He nodded his head, but also shrugged.

Sighing, Y/N tilted her head. "You the bad guys or good guys?"

"Depends," He finally forced out some words. "What's your ability to forgive like?"

Confused, Y/N eyed the boy warily. "What do you mean?"

Moments of silence passed that felt like hours. The dead air in the car seemed to dry Y/N's eyes like a desert as she waited for a response.

No words came from the boy. All he did was reach up and pull the mask off of his face.

Y/N truly wasn't crazy. Unless her eyes fooled her too, she genuinely had recognized those hands and shoulders. It was Gally.

Eyes wide and a rapidly rising chest, Y/N stared blankly at Gally. "No way—"

"Please, don't hate me." He pleaded like he was being sentenced to death.

Y/N scoffed and threw her body forward, wrapping her arms around Gally's shoulders. "Hate you? For what?"

Those hands she'd recognized held her firmly, palms over her back. "Chuck." He faltered on the name.

Sadly, Y/N pulled away and looked him dead in the eyes. "That wasn't you, Gally. WICKED made you do that, alright? You can't blame yourself. Besides, we're the ones who should be hoping you'll forgive us. We left you when obviously—"

"Was still alive?" His eyes were glazed over with tears. "Yeah."

"Listen," Y/N closed her eyes and lowered her head. "I don't know what you've been through and I'm sorry you weren't with us all this time. But we've got to get back to the others. I'm not sure how they'll react..."

"Yeah, that's why I picked you." Gally admitted. "Knew you weren't going to lose it like Thomas would."

Y/N almost let out a soft laugh but it didn't quite come. "I'm glad you're alive, Gally."

"Yeah," He pursed his lips. "Glad you're not dead either. Which, really, came as a surprise when I saw you."

"Wow!" Y/N punched his shoulder. "Still got an edge to you, huh?"

Gally shrugged with a smug smile across his face. "Guess I do."

The pair sat in the back of the van, legs still intertwined from when Y/N had reached out to hug him. They sat inches apart and for a split second, Gally almost felt like they were back in the Glade on those bonfire nights. He and Y/N would stay out as late as possible doing nothing more than sitting around the fire and laughing as their friends dwindled off. 

"Remeber what I said to you before you left that day in the Glade?" He still held onto her arm firm, eyes lingering on her face with anticipation.

The girl looked down and let out a long breath. She thought back to the time when they were about to escape the maze but Gally refused to come with them. Back then, he'd told her that he cared about her more than anything but that leaving was a stupid idea and that he wouldn't be coming. "Yeah, I remember."

Gally lifted the girls chin up so she looked him in the eyes. "I still mean it. Not--not that leaving was stupid, but that I care about you. A lot."

Y/N sent him a weak smile and leaned into his hand. Before she could say anything, he started back up again. His words came out desperate as if he was still seeking some sort of forgiveness.

"I don't remember much from that day because WICKED must have already had control over me. That's why I didn't go with you guys." He sighed. "But I do remember telling you that. WICKED had nothing to do with those words."

Y/N grabbed his hand. "I knew that. I knew it was you."

"We'll see the rest of this out together, alright? We're going to make it out and we're going to pick things up where we left them in the Glade." Gally promised with his whole heart. 

Y/N let out a soft laugh and nodded. "I've missed you, Gally."