Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

Before the Maze part I - Thomas

Hey! SO it's been ages, I know, but I was super bored in our science class call today so I decided to bang out some more of these and... yeah! Here you go ;)

Also by the way, this one is sort of linked to "Connections" I guess. The idea came when I was listening to "East side" (Halsey and Khalid) and so I just kinda wrote it and yeah 🤷‍♀️

I double check the security feeds, then, satisfied that my loop is working, I leave the control room and start walking quickly through the cold, sterile corridors of the WICKED complex. My heart is hammering so loudly in my chest, I'm afraid someone will hear it and catch me.

I finally make it to the doors with no problems, keying in the stolen code and stepping back as it hisses open. A blast of cold air hits me full in the face, and I shiver, pulling my jacket tighter around my shoulders.

Outside, a thin layer of snow lies on the ground, and the air is crisp and sharp. Everything smells like the forest of trees just past the massive barbed-wire fences that surround the compound, and the first stars are beginning to glimmer in the dull purple sky.

I trudge around the side of the building, my breath forming clouds of steam in front of me as I climb the slope to where a lone figure sits on a rock, their knees drawn to their chest.

"Hey," I pant when I reach them, standing straight to catch my breath.

"Hi." Thomas uncurls, making room for me in between his legs and holding out his arms. I smile, and he mirrors my expression.

"What's up?" I ask as I sit down, turning my head so I can look at him.

"Nothing much," he says, wrapping his arms around me and briefly pressing his lips against mine.

We sit in silence for a while, Thomas resting his chin on my shoulder, his hands shoved into my pockets on top of mine.

"There are people out there looking at the same stars right now," he says eventually, "free people."

"Yeah," I sigh, tucking my chin into the collar of my jacket. My hair moves across my face in the wind that's picked up, and I withdraw a hand to push it out of the way.

"We could go," Thomas murmurs, his warm breath whispering across my cheek.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we could leave here, start a new life together in a different place. A normal life like normal kids. We could grow up like normal people, maybe we could even have a normal family one day." (If anyone got the reference, I commend you)

I don't turn around, but I can imagine the expression on Thomas's face. Curious, hopeful, probably a little nervous. But there's a fault in his plan.

"Thomas..." I say slowly, "I can't. You know when I got into those files a while ago – the ones with our information?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm not like you. Not immune, I mean. Let's suppose we left, suppose we got out of here and found somewhere, I'd get infected eventually and you'd have to kill me. Or even worse, I could end up killing you!"

There's silence apart from the wind in the trees below us, then he speaks. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't really think it mattered. Does it matter?"

"Not really. I mean," he continues, "being immune or not isn't the reason I love you, it just means you'll have to be more careful than me."

"Yeah, I guess..." I start to say, then his words register with me. I turn around in his arms, leaning away so I can see his face. His nose and cheeks are red with the cold, and in the dimness his bright green eyes seem to glow. "Wait a second, you love me?"

He pulls his hands out my pockets, shuffling around a little so we're at a better angle. "I wasn't planning on saying it like that," he says sheepishly, "but yeah, I love you, (Y/N)."

I can feel a grin breaking out on my face, the frigid air making my teeth ache. "How were you planning on saying it, then?"

"I dunno," he looks away from me, down at the WICKED complex lit up by the huge lights around its edge. "I guess it just kinda... slipped out."

"Doesn't matter," I grin, "I love you too."

His smile widens, and he leans forward to kiss me, his hand resting on my leg. I try to meet him halfway, but our noses bump and I lose my balance, tumbling over backwards and bringing him with me. We roll a few metres down the snowy slope, gasping and laughing as we come to rest in a little hollow in the ground.

Thomas disentangles from me, propping himself up on his elbows and still smiling. He rolls off me, sitting up and rubbing snow out of his hair. I do the same, crawling over to him and settling myself on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. He looks up at me, tracing a finger across my lips, then along my jaw, then down my neck and over my shoulder, coming to rest in the small of my back.

I place my hands on either side of his face, then dip my head to press my lips against his. He pulls my body closer to him, his arm circling my waist and his chest pressed against mine.

After a moment I pull back for air, whispering "I love you" before placing another kiss on his lips. We go on like that for a long time, holding each other and whispering "I love you" over and over again between kisses, until we both start shivering despite our combined body heat.

"We should go back inside," I say finally, getting up and extending a hand down. Thomas takes it, not letting go until we're back inside WICKED's complex and standing outside my room.

"Did you loop the security in here?" he asks.

"Yeah, it's just a recording from last night. They shouldn't notice anything off, and I put one in your room too. Did you wanna stay here?"

"I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to come to mine, but either works."

"Well we're here now," I shrug, "wanna...?" I reach behind me, opening the door and stepping backwards. Thomas considers me for a moment, then smiles and follows me inside.