Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Interlinked (Part 3)

Everything about this was nothing short of insane. From Chuck being killed by Gally, to Gally being killed by Minho, to everyone finding out what WCKD was after seeing it on the Maze walls for years, to seeing the lady kill herself, to finding out what the Flare is, to discovering that the world isn't nearly as wonderful as we thought, we may as well be in hell.

Now though, we're safe.

Except I don't think so, and I'm sure that some of the Gladers are suspicious as well.

If what I've seen is true, which it is, then they have to be. Teresa and Thomas were one thing. Even if I did punch Thomas in the face and knock him out when he said his name (which really put a damper on Greenie night) he earned our trust by getting us out. Teresa too.

Janson though, Janson is bad. If Ava was an actual part of WCKD, so is he. I just couldn't say anything until I was sure that we weren't being watched again.

"Why do you look like a Bagger?"Minho asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Just processing everything,"I kind of lied, picking at my nails.

"You almost look as gloomy as the Maze B boy, and all his friends left. Cheer up, you shank,"Frypan suggested.

"What Maze B boy?"I asked.

"Have you not been listening?"Minho sighed.

"Not at all,"I shamelessly admitted.

"That boy over there. The one with the hood,"He explained, pointing over his shoulder. Looking where he was directing, when I saw him I clapped my hand over my mouth in shock while wondering what the shuck I was supposed to do. Does he even know me? Has he dreamed about me? Am I just crazy? Is he even here?

Raising his head, he met my gaze. When he seemed to completely freeze, along with time itself, I was just sure that he knew. He wasn't my soulmate for nothing.

He knew me just as much as I knew him as he pulled his hood down, with his very presence seeming to call for me.

Not caring about the tears in my eyes, I stood up, ignoring my friends' questions along with the shakiness in my legs. Approaching him, he stood up as I just stayed by his table, not truly knowing what I was supposed to do.

"Y/N,"He whispered, pronouncing my name as if he had said it every day.

"Aris."

"Mine?"He whispered.

"Yours,"I promised. "Mine?"

"Yours."

For another moment we just stared at each other to be sure that this was real. To be sure that if we so desired we could hug as tight as possible and never let go. We could hold hands until we forgot what they felt like empty. We could kiss until we needed each other more than air. We could say I love you until we were in our graves.

We didn't do any of those though as we processed everything on top of the things that we've already seen.

Then, our world was disturbed as the door slammed open. I turned around to see Janson standing there with a clipboard. Quickly sitting down, we both avoided looking at him as he called names. Holding my breath and crossing my fingers, I silently prayed for it to not be us. Glancing at me, I met his gaze for a moment before we both stared at the ground. Closing my eyes, I listened to him call out people that I didn't know and probably never would.

After an eternity of fearing this would actually be the end, I almost wanted to pull my hair out when he said that was all. I would also keep having that feeling until something actually happened. I would have to stay here and constantly wonder whether or not I was next.

At least, until I found a way out, if there was one.

"He's not good. This place never will be,"He whispered.

"I know. I recognize it from my dreams."

"Memories,"He corrected.

"Yeah. Memories,"I nodded, playing with my hands before staring at him. Now, his hair was just a little longer, while still being neat and well put together. His eyes still pulled me in despite the way he still looked incapable of sleep. Those same little freckles lined his nose. He still had that subtle, southern accent.

He was still my Aris.

Looking at his lips, I realized just how much I had missed the way they feel. His hands, I wished I could just hold them forever, hold him forever.

"Nobody can know that we know. Not yet,"He whispered, snapping me out of my staring spell.

"I know. It's just that we need to get out. We know that, and I can't go without you. I won't. I've waited too long, cried too many tears in my sleep, and kept wishing to meet you again for too long. I can't lose you again. Not after everything. I promised to find you, and I have, and I just-"
"Y/N,"He interrupted, making me stop and listen. "We find our way back to each other. We're soulmates, and you said it yourself. Soulmates always find their way to their other half,"He said firmly.

"Promise?"I asked, holding my pinkie out.

"I swear on every breath I share with you,"He promised, wrapping his around mine. Keeping still, we held hands in our secret way. With the thought of food not even on my mind, I just smiled at him until we were called to leave.

"I'll see you tonight,"He whispered in my ear as we stood up.

"How?"

"Just trust me."

"Always,"I breathed out as I stood beside him. With our rooms in the same direction, we let our hands brush as we walked.

"I'll get us out,"He promised one last time. Even though I believed him the first one I nodded as he was let into his room.

With my heart still racing in my chest, I kept walking with the guards as I repeated his words.

Soulmates always find their way back to each other.