Okay so here's my take of mixing Sherlock and the Maze Runner. It'll pretty much be Sherlock characters in the Maze Runner world with some pretty big changes. Like girls and boys are in the Glade, not just girls. There will be eventual Johnlock, sorry but I'm a sucker for it. I love reviews, please tell me what I'm doing right, wrong, or otherwise :) - SeeSee.
Darkness. All he could see was inky black. He heard grating sounds around him but he saw no light. His body ached as he felt around him, trying to discern his surroundings. He groaned when he felt the metal wires stitched together. He was in a cage.
Minutes passed. Hours. Days, maybe. He had lost track of time as the cage rattled and shook around him. He tried to remember how he ended up in the cage but his memory was as black and bleak as his surroundings. Gone. He didn't even know his own name.
He stood up and felt his own body. Long-ish legs, long arms, strong torso. A teenager then, definitely. Not big enough to be an adult, but definitely not a child either. He grinned at his little deduction without really knowing why.
The cage stopped moving with a clash and he crashed to the ground. He looked up as a light, bright as the sun, started seeping through a crack in the roof.
"Got a new one!" he heard a male voice exclaim. "Welcome to the Glade, Greenie!"
The cage doors swung open, blinding him momentarily. A boy's silhouette came into view above him. The boy was leaning over the cage beckoning for him to stand up.
"What's your name, Greenie?" The boy asked.
He shrugged. "I... I don't know."
The boy chuckled loudly. "Don't worry; it takes a few days, but it'll come back to you." The boy grabbed his hand and helped him out of the cage into a big glade. A sea of green grass surrounded him, stopped only around the edges by miles-high stone walls, with one opening on the far edge of the glade.
"I'm Lestrade, and you'll be Greenie until you remember your name, or we get a new Greenie. Whichever comes first." The boy grinned and he couldn't help but smile back. Lestrade's smile was warm and inviting. "Over here we've got Anderson, Sally, and Mike. I'll leave you with them, I've got some stuff I've gotta do."
Over the next few hours, Mike and Sally showed him around the Glade, while Anderson mostly sulked. Sally was a strong young woman who'd been in the Glade for about a year. Mike, however, had only been there a few months, but was a very easy person to get along with. He mostly helped with the cooking.
"Hey Mike! Sally!" A young girl ran past the group wearing a makeshift backpack, followed by a large boy.
"That's Molly, she's head of the runners, and Seb. They map out the-" Mike was cut off by Sally pushing him out of the way.
"That's nothing you need to know about until Lestrade says so. We've only got a few rules, Greenie, so listen close. One, we work together. That's the only way to make this work. Two, you don't leave the Glade." Sally's face was grave as she spoke the last part.
"How come Molly and Seb can leave?" he asked. Sally glared at him.
"Because Lestrade said so! He also said you're not to leave that door, do you hear me?"
He nodded, mostly because Sally looked absolutely murderous. "Who put Lestrade in charge, anyway?" Mike asked curiously.
Sally sighed and a sad look overcame her. "Listen. Once a month, we get food and a new Greenie in the cage. But think about the very beginning. The very first Greenie. Someone had to be alone in the Glade for a whole month. That someone was Lestrade. He knows more about this Glade than any of us could ever hope to, so what he says, goes. Now come on, just a few more people to meet."
Sally walked them over to a group of three people isolated from the other Gladers. She puffed out her chest and stood a little taller as she walked over to them. "Jim, I can't help but notice you three aren't doing your assigned job for the day."
"We're taking a break, Sally." The large blond boy said. In front of him a smaller dark haired boy glanced lazily at Sally, then returned to sharpening a stick with a pocketknife. Beside him, a striking brunette sat fanning herself.
"Back to work in five minutes," Sally ordered. The smaller boy mock saluted. "Greenie, this is Moran, Moriarty, and Irene."
Be careful, John. A deep voice echoed in his ears and he shuddered.
"John!" he yelled. "My name is John!"
