The Death Cure - Gally oc

Guilt

Gally's POV.

"What do you mean same side, who are you?" Thomas demands.

I pause for a moment feeling completely unprepared for whatever's about to happen. I let out a huff of air and lift off my mask. "Hey greenie."

"Gally?" Thomas asks, not believing his eyes. There's a long tense moment, where I watch Thomas' look of shock morph into hate and before I can react he's punched me hard and gotten in top of me, about to hit again.

"Get off him!" I hear Finley shout, she's standing above us pointing her gun firmly at Thomas. I know everyone else around us would be doing the same.

"Stop, it's alright," I shout trying to calm the situation, "it's alright." Finley doesn't move.

I flinch seeing Thomas is about to punch again until Newt grabs his fist mid punch.

"Woah stop!" He crouches next to me.

Thomas is almost shaking in anger, we don't break eye contact. "He killed Chuck."

I feel the guilt hit me like a train.

"I know, I remember, I was there too." Newt reasons. "I also remember that he was stung and out of his mind." I see him look up at Finley holding the gun, I can picture her bitter expression under the mask. "Just calm down, alright?"

Thomas is quiet for a bit, still fuming. Finally he shakes off Newt and climbs off of me. I let out a breath of relief.

Finley steps infront of me to help me up. "Thanks Fin." She nods. "Kinda had that coming." I rub my jaw, feeling an ache where Thomas hit. "Anybody else? Fry? Newt?" I look at them finding them all in different states of confused, shocked and in Thomas' case, mad.

"You know this guy?" Asks a man I don't recognize.

"He was an old friend." Frypan answers simply. I huff, unsure of how to feel about the description.

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

"No, you left me to die." I snap, reliving just how much it hurt watching them go. "And if we hadn't found you when we did you'd be dead right now." I shake my head and push that aside. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Minho, WCKD has him here," I feel my heart sink ever so slightly, "we're looking for a way in."

I think for a moment glancing sideways at Finley, silently asking a question. She takes off her mask, looking between the guys and me thoughtfully. "We can help with that." She directs at Newt. If she thinks Laurence will go for it then he probably will.

"Good," I continue, "follow us." I make a move to walk away.

"I'm not going going anywhere with you." I should've seen this coming. Another pang of guilt hits me.

"Thomas —" I start, trying to think of some kind of apology, but I Finley cuts me off.

"Suit yourself, but Gally can get you through those walls." Her blasé stance and confident tone had never shone so bright. I watch as Thomas' gaze goes from Finley back to me, clearly unhappy with the situation.

"Fine." He gives in, for Minho.

Soon enough the gladers are following Finley and I towards Laurence's den.  Finley stays a couple feet ahead of us.

"After the maze I got picked up by a group headed to the city, they realized I was immune, patched me up and brought me here, to Laurence." It's hard to believe that was a full six months ago. "Finley here told me what happened to you lot, and convinced Laurence it was a good idea to have me around."

She turns her head to look back at us. "Yeah and I'm still waiting to be repaid for the favor." She says pointedly with a cheeky smirk.

I shake my head but can't resist smirking back at her.

"Is she joking?" Frypan asks  from over my shoulder, sounding somewhere between concerned and entertained.

"I'm never sure." I answer, not looking away from Finley. "Anyway this group's been at war with WCKD ever since they took control of the city. But WCKD can't hide behind those walls forever. The day's gonna come, and they're gonna pay for what they've done." I realize we're about there, Finley keeps walking ahead of us into Laurence's den. I turn and stop the others, remembering Finley's words of caution for me when I first met him.

"Listen, uh, he doesn't get a lot of visitors. So, let me do the talking, alright?" I direct mainly at Thomas. "And try not to stare."