Note: This is my first ever story on Fanfiction, so I hope you guys will like the story! Do not read this if you haven't read the book or saw the movie because I don't want to be blamed if I spoiled it so this is a warning! Also, this is a Teresa/Thomas fanfiction with a jealous Lydia! More drama to come! I know the chapter is short but I will try to make it longer!

The Glades were home to the Gladers and never once they thought they would make it out alive until Thomas came. Yet, Gally never approved of his methods but soon decided to go along with them. Every now and then they find a new path in the Maze but it went endlessly to nowhere. They were on their last hopes when suddenly, the alarm shrieked warning the Gladers that the maze doors were soon about to close and they made a run for it. Their legs were hitting the pavement so hard that their lives depended on it because the Grievers would soon come and attack and no one wanted that.

"Go!" Newt yelled as they saw a glimpse of the Glades. The Gladers ran to where they were at the other side and soon the doors began to close separating the other Gladers from Thomas, Newt, Teresa, Minho, Alby, Chuck and Gally.

"Nice plan, shank." Gally said. "Because of your plan, our death is right around the corner."

Thomas sighed. He wasn't really in the mood to fight with Gally since the first day he got there. Teresa stepped up in front of him and rubbed his bicep before pecking his cheek. "Don't listen to him, Thomas." Teresa assured him and he nodded.

The runner smiled genuinely at her before slumping against the maze walls. "Thanks." He said before looking at the dark grey night sky. He wondered if he would even see the outside of the maze but the months spending in the god forsaken Maze made his hope disappear little by little until there wasn't a speck of it.

"We should go, it's not safe being in the same place after sun down." Teresa said before holding out her hand to Thomas who so gladly took it without hesitating.

They could hear the snarling of the Grievers just a few miles away. "Stay close to us, no matter what." Minho reminded them as they all nodded.

They could hear the Grievers metal legs touch the ground as they headed back in the endless maze. Thomas wanted to find a way out and he didn't know how. He needed to get back to the Glades to make sure everyone is alright, he was now very protective of the Gladers when Ben had tried to attack and kill him the second day he was there, he didn't want the others to be punished if they got stung or even go in the Maze where they can't even defend themselves.

"Where's Chuck?" Thomas said looking around for the chubby kid with a worried expression etched on his face.

"It's okay, Tommy." Newt rested a hand on his shoulder. The contact made him relax slightly but not mostly. "He's with Teresa," He said smiling sadly at Thomas.

"Oh," Thomas sighed in relief.

But then they all froze in their spots when they heard the growl of the Griever. "Run!" Thomas yelled. They all sprinted turning the corners of the maze following Thomas' every footsteps at they ran for their lives. Their hearts were pounding against their rib cage like it was gonna pop out any second but they couldn't stop or even take a breath because they needed to survive.

Everything came as a blur. First, the Hale Pack was going to Scott's Lacrosse game and suddenly the rest were a bit hazy. When Stiles had been missing, every one of the pack members (including Derek) had showed up to Scott's Lacrosse and cheered for him like Stiles did. They would be there for him like Stiles did. Stiles missing made them realize that he wasn't just pack but family. They never stopped looking but it started to get tiring and they were almost giving up. Now, they were in a box that was going upwards. Were they underground?

The Gladers were startled by the ear piercing alarm. Their attentions flew to the box and they ran there. Why would the scientists send more greenies in the middle of the night where they were hoping that the others were coming back alive, they did it last time (Thomas and Minho) so they knew there was at least a little bit of hope there that they could depend on.

"Frypan? Open it," Winston ordered and the man nodded pulling the metal door open.

"More greenies," Frypan said looking down at the unconscious group of people. "I thought Teresa was the last one ever."

"I guess we're wrong," Winston said.