maze runner imagines.

brought to you by wicked: gally (part two.)

"i just can't believe it.
seeing her again for the first time in ages filled me with a relief i had never known to exist,
but also painful as though an iron fist has pummeled me in the gut and taken away all the air in my lungs.
i can't find a reasonable explanation that i want to believe.
could it be that y/n staged everything?
it doesn't seem possible.
her words of enamor that were whispered during the stillness of the night when it was only us awake were too true to be faked.
the way her hands traced every line in my body,
as though she was trying to remember every detail of me,
felt too sincere to have been a game.
when we came together as one,
the euphoria we created was too real.
is it naive of me to think maybe she fell in love with me after all?
that can't possibly be true.
because she would be here,
and not at wicked.
she would wake up every morning in the apartment we dreamed of having,
though i know it's not to her taste right now,
she'd decorate the hell out of it by my side.
we would spend nights collapsing in laughter and feeling our hearts swell with love.
but yet here i lay,
alone with only my thoughts to keep me company.
memories to keep me from going insane.
i don't think i can sit here and hypothesize anymore.
i've decided to find y/n and get my answers."

gally closed the notebook he'd grown accustomed to writing in when his brain was at its full capacity with overwhelming thoughts.
he began pacing the apartment,
feeling as though every corner was haunted with worries.
gally was growing impatient by the second.
ever since he saw her up on that billboard with an absentminded smile that didn't seem to belong to her,
though she still remained as beautiful as before,
gally knew he had to find her.
hastily,
gally gathered very little, but necessary, equipment that would get him into the wicked building without raising suspicion.
and when he stepped foot inside,
the smell of sterilization and malice almost knocked him off of his feet.
he was acting all too irrationally.
and he knew he needed a plan before he damned himself further.
until he looked up and saw her.
she was looking straight at him,
though her gaze was passing through him.
there was no light in her eyes,
no tremble in her lips,
nothing that gally had grown to love about y/n.
this wasn't his y/n.
gally couldn't help but flush beneath her stare.
even if it looked aimless and empty,
she was there;
alive.
he had lost himself in the glory of her living,
that he didn't quite realize how close she was to him now.
"do you need help, sir?"
she asked.
gally felt his heart stutter deep inside of his chest.
he had longed to hear her silk smooth tone address him,
but there was something wrong about it.
"do you...do you not remember me?"
"no,"
she replied a little too quickly.
gally realized how automated her responses were,
and how monotone her voice had become.
whatever had happened wasn't at the fault of y/n,
but wicked,
as usual.
"um...i found an infected by the corner. says he stole some serum from you guys."
"oh. let me call security and-"
"no, no,"
gally chuckled,
grabbing her hands carefully to prevent her from calling anyone.
y/n seemed to react to his touch,
and for a faint moment,
gally saw a flash of his y/n shine through.
but when he dropped her hands,
she was gone again and replaced with the y/n wicked had created.
the knot was forming in his throat.
he couldn't quite believe that the girl he'd fallen in love with was standing before him.
all the bad dreams,
all the curses,
all the regrets nearly meant nothing if she was here.
he forced himself to speak,
"it's not much. i'll help you bring it in."
"okay."
gally kept his head down as they walked out of the building.
y/n followed him around the corner and stumbled upon old friends:
thomas, newt, and minho.
"thought we'd find you here,"
newt greeted with a chuckle.
gally was stunned.
too many times today was his past beginning to catch up with him and knock him clean of breath.
"so, you found y/n?"
"yeah,"
he nodded once the shocked washed away.
"but it's not really her."
"are these the men that stole the serum?"
y/n questioned.
the group looked to her with confusion then back at gally.
they, too, could see the gloom that lingered within her.
"right...well, let's go,"
minho exhaled and threw a bag over y/n's head,
restraining her to prevent further writhing.
"wait! what the hell?!"
"relax, dude. this isn't y/n. you said so yourself."
"so, what are we going to do? just-just treat her like some animal?"
"no, take her back to teresa and fix her."
"teresa?"
"mhm. found her in the same building. now, come on before she starts screaming."
gally stood by y/n's side as they walked.
he even went as far to hold her hand;
thread their fingers together like no time had passed by them.
y/n stopped fighting once gally's hand came in contact with hers.
and she complied the whole way so long as gally was by her side.
minho sat her down in a spare chair and threw the bag off of her head.
little hairs fell into her face and heightened all her best features,
making gally's heart ache a little.
"what did you do to her?"
gally asked teresa.
"y/n is brilliant. in the maze, in fights, in the science field. we had to...force her to work for us, otherwise we'd be losing our best chance at a cure."
"you're not serious,"
gally mumbled with a scoff.
"you made me think she was dead!"
he was on his feet now,
bubbling over with rage.
"you took her from me! you-you drove me insane! i killed chuck...i....i killed him..."
his yelling began to lessen at the realization.
his grief had been faked,
but the pull to the trigger had never been so real.
"chuck...chuck was meant to die whether you killed him or not, gally!"
teresa admitted.
y/n sat there quietly,
adverting her gaze back and forth between the arguing.
when the shouting and blaming was over,
teresa lulled y/n to sleep to bring her back to normal.
starting with the chip in her neck,
and a device in her arm that teresa explained made her work driven;
numb with only the cure on her mind.
"i'm sorry...for all of it,"
gally whispered to thomas as they watched teresa work away.
"yeah, me too."
thomas stuck his hand out for gally to shake,
and they made amends with the cruelty of their pasts.
teresa walked away and left gally to watch over y/n.
he sat down next to her carefully,
whispering words of prayer that ended in the reunion of the two.
he let his fingers trace her skin;
feeling the softness of it sent a shiver up his spine.
he knew he missed y/n,
but seeing her now and feeling her touch to his was near euphoric.
he felt like an addict returning to his choice of poison after being forced away.
y/n's eyes peeled open to reveal those angelic light eyes of hers,
always so bright with passion.
his y/n was back.
"gally!"
she gasped,
instantly reaching out and engulfing gally into a hug.
she buried her face in the crook of his neck,
while he held her and breathed in the familiar scent he had missed so dearly.
"god, i missed you,"
he spoke in a breath,
so overcome with bliss,
he could barely breathe.
"i'm sorry. i'm sorry, gally. they dragged me out and they-they-"
"i know, i know."
y/n succumbed to his touch and fell completely limp in his arms,
trying to feel as much warmth from him as she could.
"i love you, y/n. you're never leaving my sights again."
y/n let out a loose laugh then sat up to face him,
placing his face between the softness of her hands.
"fine by me,"
she said before pulling him in,
their lips falling together as one after months of being apart.
chills ran throughout his body at the taste of her;
so familiar yet so missed.
he pulled her in as close as he possibly could without hurting her,
but was so desperate to make up for lost time.
y/n pulled back and ran her hands down his chest and stopped just above his belt.
"come on. we've got a few gifts to surprise wicked with."
gally didn't want to leave this spot with y/n and put her back into the open.
he just wanted to exist with her in this moment,
where nobody else mattered but them.
but when she laced her hand with his,
their fingers falling together as though they were molded to hold each other,
he felt every muscle in his body become fueled with the possible act of retribution.
"fine. but after? i never wanna hear the word wicked again."