AN: Hi guys! So, my name's daughterofathena2000, and while I am new to this community, I've been writing on for almost two years now. I saw The Scorch Trials a few days ago with my best friend, and while I've never seen the first movie (hopefully I will soon; first I have to fix my DVD player) or read the books (which I hope to do soon), I fell in love with the movie. I also fell in love with the pairing of Thomas and Teresa; so, that's what this story will be about. Because I haven't read the books yet, this story will be really AU, and I'm sorry in advance for any errors I'm going to make. Hopefully, I can read the books soon so I won't be as in the dark as I am now. Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the Maze Runner books/movies.

AN: As I said before, this is AU. SO, Teresa and Newt aren't dead. This takes place after the epilogue in The Death Cure. Due to the debris that killed her in the book, Teresa is still unconscious.

Thomas's PoV:

I sat next to Teresa, holding her small, delicate hand. I just wished that she'd wake up; she'd already been unconscious for three weeks, and therefore was extremely malnourished and even smaller than she originally had been. I knew that she had betrayed us in a way, but the other Gladers and I also knew that she did it to protect us-she did it to protect me. And how did I repay her? By almost getting her killed. I wanted her back. I just wanted her back.

"You love her, don't you?" a voice said behind me. I turned slightly in my seat, not letting go of Teresa's hand, to see Newt leaning against the doorway with a small smirk on his face.

When I remained silent, Newt pushed himself off of the doorframe and walked towards me, continuing with, "I see it. The others see it. I think even you yourself see it. But Teresa?" Newt looked at her sadly, then looked at me again. "She doesn't see it. She doesn't see how you look at her like she's the most beautiful person in the world, and nothing and no one could ever even possibly replace her. She doesn't see the way you worry about her when she's not with you, even if you know she's safe. But I know the truth. I see the adoration in your eyes when you look at her, I see the way you worry for her safety and happiness. And I know that if anyone dared to even mention hurting her, you'd kill them on the spot-not out of cold blood, but out of love, out of a need to protect her."

Newt smiled down at Teresa lovingly, in the same way that a brother might look at his sister.

"You're right. I love her," Thomas admitted, his throat breaking a little as tears started to form in his eyes, "But how do I show her? If it's that obvious that I love her, how does she manage not to see it? How can I help her to see it?"

Newt pulled a chair up next to Thomas's and rested his arms on his knees, leaning forward and looking at his friend. "Well, Tommy, I can answer at least one of those questions. But you probably won't like the answer."

"Tell me anyways."

"When we were in the maze, Teresa and I began talking one night. I don't remember how, but we got on the subject of family, and she told me what had happened with her family; you know what I'm talking about. But what I know that she didn't tell you was that after her family decided she was a freak, they hurt her very deeply. The called her things, horrible things, when she was at such a young age. They beat her, tormented her, trying to figure out a way for her to die because they thought she was the spawn of satan. One day, she escaped from them and never saw them again."

"Why wouldn't she tell me?"

"She didn't want us to feel like she was fragile. Or at least that's what she told me when I asked her the same thing."

Thomas was angry. He was angry that such a beautiful person had been so awfully hurt. He was angry that it had been her own family to hurt her. And he vowed to himself that he would be her new family, and he would love, protect and honor her as long as he lived. She was his Teresa, and no one would hurt her even again. He would make sure of it.

"Why? Why would her own family treat her like that?" Thomas questioned Newt angrily.

Newt looked down sadly. "Thomas, the sad truth of the world is that some people can't see the beauty in others. But what's worse than that is when they can, so they become jealous and take it out on the beautiful person who did nothing wrong."

Then Thomas's friend stood up, patted Thomas on the shoulder and looked once more at Teresa before making his way to the infirmary's door.

"Wait, Newt! How am I supposed to show Teresa that I love her?"

A look of amusement spread across the boy's face. "Well, Tomboy, the first step is to let her wake up. But after that? Well, that's just something you'll have to figure out on your own." And with that, he was gone.

"Little shuckface," Thomas mumbled, though a hint of a smile was on his face.

The smile disappeared though, as he looked once more at the girl in the bed in front of him. "Come on, Teresa," he whispered desperately, "Please wake up."

And she did.

AN: Okay, so I know that that was pretty short and really filler, but I wanted to leave you on a cliff hanger and see what you guys thought of this. Admittedly, it's not that much to think about seeing as how short it was. From here, the chapters should be longer; that is, if you guys want me to continue. Please let me know what you thought in a review or PM, and hopefully I'll be seeing you guys soon with chapter two! Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting and following if you do! :D Later! :P