Disclaimer: The Maze Runner book and trilogy series and/or the newly realeased film does not belong to me in any form – this is just a story that popped into my head in the last few days so I thought I should put it up and see if people like it – hope you enjoy and please R&R :) X
Summary: Let's put this in simple terms - girl meets boy, girl and boy fall in love and are supposed to have their happy ever after... right? Well that's up for debate. Caroline and Thomas parted on bad terms, mainly due to the little, ah, 'predicament' she is now in – in takes two to tango just FYI – but as she is thrown into the maze, what does this mean for the other gladers? What does it mean for Thomas? Can they rekindle what they thought was lost? And what dangers does this bring? But the biggest question... how would they deal with a baby that could literally pop out at any time? Thomas/OC ThomasxOC please R&R :)
Caroline was dreading the box reaching the top.
Now normally that thought would be obscene – who wanted to be stuck in a metal cage hovering god knows how many thousands of feet above the ground? Usually not her but she didn't want to face the boys above her – their questioning stares, curious looks, prodding jabs, she didn't want to have to deal with their looks of confusion or distrust, she also didn't want to see their eyes full of pain and misery knowing that she had, unintentionally, helped put them there.
But she also didn't want to face him.
A few months ago she never thought she'd think that but the betrayal and hurt was still ever present in her stomach making her feel bitter and mad – of course, somewhere in her she knew what he said was just to protect her, to distance themselves from each other so they couldn't use what they had against them but at the same time she still loathed him for it. He took the chicken way out instead of fighting.
Maybe if it wasn't for the little, uh, predicament she was now in then maybe she would have forgiven him sooner but no, he still left, even when she layed her cards on the table and told him the situation they were in he still left and that made her even more confused and hurt.
The box jolted and Caroline took in a calming breath, tears watering her eyes as the scraping noises pierced her ear drums. She pulled her thin navy jumper sleeves down over her hands, the buttons present down the front as she closed her eyes, breathing through her nose to try and calm down her racing heart.
They let her keep her memories - at least some of them. Why? She had no idea, maybe it was a mistake, maybe for the physiological torture, maybe because they could get a good old laugh at them but either way Caroline wished they had just taken them away like they did the rest of the boys... she couldn't guarantee that it would be easier but it would be better anyway.
She wrapped her arms around her torso, pulling her legs up to her chest as far as they could manage to go as the box continued to travel upwards, towards doom. Her back ached, she constantly felt nauseous despite the fact she wanted to eat everything in sight, her ankles burned and not to mention the fact she had mood swings worse than someone with split personality disorder.
Pregnancy sure was a bitch.
The box suddenly jolted to a stop and Caroline opened her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip as she prepared herself for the worst – living and surviving with a bunch of clueless boys who used words like 'shank' and 'clunk', who probably had no idea what to do with a female, let alone a pregnant female... this was going to be great, note the sarcasm.
Caroline stood up, bracing herself for the worst as her hands reached out and grabbed a small wooden box that was stacked up beside her, fingers curling around the wood as the cage opened and before any of the boys could say anything, or gape at her, either way, she lobbed the box at the unsuspecting boy who ducked, letting out a string of curse words.
"Shucking hell, slim it down will ya?" The voice called down but that just aggravated Caroline even more as she lobbed a few more boxes at anyone that dared to look down at her, anger running through her veins.
"Just go away you bunch of asshats" She called out, forgetting about her 'condition' and limited mobility as she gripped the cage, fingers drawing blood as she used the few boxes left to pull herself up as high as she could go, not liking being trapped in a cage like a wild animal where they could gape at her and poke and prod, she would rather be out in the open where she could let them know to not mess with her before they got a slap.
"Did you hear that? A girl, a shucking girl"
"It's like an omen, a blooming omen"
"Bloody hell, this is jacked!"
"A female greenie... this could be fun" Was a few of the phrases she heard as she pulled herself out of the cage, cursing her aching body because before she would be able to that and a hell of a lot more, but not now, no, she was left to deal with this situation on her own because of him – and no matter how much she loved him that wasn't something she couldn't just 'forget'.
"Urghhh" Caroline groaned, rolling over so she was on her knees, wincing slightly as she felt the familiar moving in her stomach, hitting her rib cage, and normally if she was alone she would savour a moment like that – just because the baby was accidental it didn't mean he/she wasn't wanted, but now she was thrown into chaos and didn't have the right head on to feel her heart fluttering at the movement.
"Piss off and leave me alone" She spat out angrily as she felt everyone's eyes on her, drilling holes through her brain.
"Slim it greenbean, we're just as shocked as you are" A softer voice said and Caroline looked up, meeting... Newt? Newt's eyes as he glanced at her, cocking an eyebrow, blonde hair falling in front of his face.
"I'm not shocked and don't call me that" She immediately said, picking herself up, trying not to stumble as she was now rather top heavy, "Just... leave me alone" She added miserably, about to turn around but Newt had grabbed her upper arm and that was when she snapped. She was scared, annoyed and fearful for her baby's life, she did not have time to deal with a bunch of curious teenage boys.
Her other hand whipped out and slapped him across the face, leaving a red welt across his cheek as he stumbled backwards in shock, obviously not expecting a girl to lash out but she wrapped an arm around her torso protectively.
"Just leave us alone" She demanded, tears stinging her eyes, "Or I swear to god-"
"You're-You're... with a... Alby she's..." Newt stumbled over his words, holding his cheek as he fell back in line with the others who continued to gape at her, only now they were staring at her stomach in shock, "There's a... oh shuck"
Caroline just glared at them all, taking another step back because what if they thought she was a liability because she was a girl and she was pregnant? What if they banished her into the maze? What about her baby?
Alby, a tall dark skinned muscular man who obviously was the 'leader' of the group didn't say anything, in fact, none of them said anything, they just stared... and stared... and stared...
"It's called being pregnant you bastards and if you even think about touching us then I'll... I'll... I'll do something" She screeched, a tear rolling down her cheek, "Just leave us alone"
Caroline was about to rush into the woods, hopefully get a bit of privacy and get her head around everything that had happened but as she turned around she heard that one voice that she both loved and hated at the same time piercing through the wall of madness that was building around her brain.
"C-Caroline?" He called out hesitantly and she stopped in her tracks, heart skipping a beat as she tightened an arm around her bulging stomach, and it was like the baby growing inside her knew it's dad's voice because he/she kicked even more, as if it was excited.
Caroline gulped, blood pumping as she turned around, eyebrows furrowing as she saw him push himself to the front of the crowd, ignoring everyone's suspicious and confused stares as he looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing, "Caire?" And the use of her nickname made her blood boil – he had no right to call her that, not now, not since he thought leaving them was, and she quotes, 'the best option'.
"Don't you dare Thomas" She muttered quietly, a dangerous note in her voice, "Don't you dare... don't you dare" She was angry, beyond angry actually, she was furious – at him, herself, the other gladers, those so called scientists that made them all like this, all of them as she lunged forward, seeing red, "I hate you" She screamed even though, really, deep down, she didn't hate him, she loved the idiot but the anger and confusion took over, "I hate you" She screeched loudly as she balled her fists and hit his chest repeatedly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Thomas just stood there, his own brown orbs glistening with tears as he stared at her and seeing him again after all these months was both a blessing and a curse – but right now it was more like a curse because she was so damn mad.
"You have no rights... none" She shouted as she recognised Minho and Alby step forward, trying to separate them both, "You left us... you left Thomas – this baby is mine, not yours you hear? You have no right" She practically wailed as Minho tugged her back, obviously trying to be as gentle as possible even though she kicked and screamed, trying to claw her way free, "You didn't have to leave us... you didn't have to go" She sobbed, beginning to feel faint and light headed, the baby's kicks doing nothing for her health right now, "I hate you, I hate you" and her heart felt hollow as she saw Thomas' hurt face, his broken façade and heart broken demeanour, "I... I... " But she couldn't think properly let alone speak as she collapsed backwards and Minho caught her expertly as her eyelids fluttered shut, body going limp.
All Thomas could remember was his name – that was it, his whole life was like a blank slate, he couldn't remember his family, friends, he couldn't remember anything but as he pushed his way forward through the group he got this eerily familiar feeling that he knew this strange girl.
He recognised her shoulder length choppy light brown hair, her angular jawline and rosy lips, cute as a button nose, rounded eyebrows but what caught his eye was her eyes – sparkling hazel, a mix between brown and green, the colours swirling together making her stare hypnotising – but what he saw in her eyes was hurt and confusion and fear, fear so strong it made his stomach lurch.
He knew he recognised her, he knew he knew her, but her name was on the tip of his tongue and, like a balloon popping, it came to him when he saw an arm tighten around her torso protectively.
Caroline. Caire. His Caroline.
He felt feelings, real feelings, swirling in his stomach but his happiness was short lived as she turned her anger on him, her bright eyes furious and hurt and Thomas had felt his whole body slump in defeat, even though his chest burned with confusion and shame as she shouted words at him.
She was pregnant... with his baby? He... he was going to be a dad?
He felt strange and dizzy, mind not working properly but that was soon forgotten as Caroline collapsed in Minho's grasp, legs giving way underneath her and a ball of worry erupted in his stomach, pure raw fear and worry as he tried to race forward but Alby held him back, his grip proving to be too strong to break.
"Jesus Tommy" He heard Newt breathe as he stood next to him, the medjacks racing forward and taking her pulse and checking her temperature as her head slumped forward towards her chest, "You got a girl pregnant" And Thomas gulped, ignoring everyone's stares of accusation and amazement as he focused on the girl, Caroline getting attended to.
"I-Is she okay?" He called out hesitantly, worry running through his veins, "What's happening?"
"I don't know" One of the medjacks called back agitatedly, "I don't know how to deal with a pregnant girl"
And Thomas ran a hand down his face, stomach churning as Alby finally let him go and he dropped to his knees beside Caroline, a hand tentatively reaching out and tucking some hair behind her ear.
"Do you remember her greenie?" Alby gruffed out, "Is she telling the truth?"
"I... I remember her" He confirmed, eyes gleaming with tears as he remembered hearing her airy laugh and amused snorts, "Sort of... not really" He mumbled, biting down on his bottom lip as Newt came up beside him.
"We've got a lot to sort out" He said seriously, "Something must be up if their sending a girl here – a pregnant girl none the less – and why would they send a pregnant girl? It's dangerous out here – not to mention the fact how are we going to deal with a baby?" But no one answered but the rest of the gladers had a buzzing of nervous energy floating about them and Thomas knew things were about to change.
"Everyone, back to work, give the new greenie space to breathe" Alby barked out as he, too came forward and Thomas bit his lip as he saw Caroline's very pregnant stomach, knowing there was another person in there, quite content and happy, a person he had created.
"In any case" Newt spoke up quietly, meeting Thomas' gaze, "Congratulations daddy" He breathed out, still in shock and Thomas wasn't sure whether it was meant to be a jab or an insult, maybe even a spoken clap on the back but either way his eyes widened in proper realisation that, holy shuck, he was going to be a dad.
And then he promptly fainted.
So... yeah, what do you think? Could this be an actual storyline? Something interesting and different? If so let me know if you liked it and then I can give you some more – so please review and laterz peeps :)
