Stuck On A Berg

A/N: Well hey thar! :D This is my first time writing a Maze Runner fanfic. I just started reading these books like, what was it, last week? I dunno. BUT I've read all of them except for The Kill Order and I LOVE THEM! (MOMENTARY SQUEE!) Sooo, yeah. I have a million more fanfics I want to write for this book series, but I already have another fanfic I'm currently working on, and a thing called a "life" that I'm obligated to keep up with, so I guess I'll just have to settle for this story for right now.

GAHH I'm so excited to write this! ^-^

Okay, a little bit about the story: So Jorge, Brenda, Thomas, Newt, and Minho are stuck inside the Berg (in the middle of the desert) while Jorge tries to fix it. There will be multi-pairings, and Brenda is obviously the only girl so it's gonna be a love triangle thingy (no gay pairings, sorry! BUT YOU SHOULD READ IT ANYWAY! :D) And I'm gonna be doing a lot of backstory with Jorge and Brenda, and crap like that. Yeahhh.

Oh! And transitions between paragraphs will look like this: oOoOo: Like a cute little caterpillar thingy mcBob thing.

[Cover image by Katara7 on DeviantArt!]

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. :)

Chapter 1 - The Bad News Is...

Jorge curled his eyebrows.

"Hm... Hmmmmm..."

Brenda looked up from strapping in her seatbelt and raised one of her eyebrows. This didn't sound good. Not good at all.

"What's up, Jorge? Why aren't we in the air yet?"

"Yeah, and what's up with all the 'hmm' noises?" Minho asked, sounding annoyed and worried at the same time.

They were currently in the cockpit of the Berg, where there was also a small resting area (with couches and a coffee table in the middle, and where Newt, Thomas and Minho were sitting) that was connected to the cockpit. Jorge and Brenda were sitting at the control area, and Jorge was currently messing with a bunch of switches and looking very worried.

"Hey shuck-face, pass me that pillow." Minho told Newt, pointing to a fluffy purple pillow that was on the other side of Newt and on the blue couch they were both sitting on.

"Well what if I bloody want it?" Newt asked, squinting at Minho and then snatching the pillow and holding onto it for dear life.

"Jorge, what the heck is wrong with the Berg?" Brenda asked, unstrapping her seatbelt and turning the chair to face her very stressed out companion.

"Dude, no way! I just ASKED you to give it to me!" Minho exclaimed. He turned to Thomas, who was sitting on a comfy-but-old-looking recliner next to the couch. "Right? Dude, you heard me, right? I asked him to hand it to me."

Thomas resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Uh, yeah you did, but-"

"I don't give a klunk what you asked; the pillow was next to me so it's mine." Newt announced, slumping in his seat and shoving his face into the pillow. "Ah! So bloody fluffy..."

"Jorge! Speak to me!" Brenda practically yelled from up front, throwing her hands in the air out of anger. "What's going on with your stupid freakin' Berg?"

Minho stared at the fluffy purple pillow with an intensity that Thomas had never seen before. Before he even knew what his fellow Runner was doing, Minho had snatched the pillow away and shoved it up his shirt for safe keeping, and Newt had him in a headlock.

"Give it back!"

"NEVER!"

"JORGE!

Thomas switched his gaze between the blonde British boy trying to pry the purple pillow from out of Minho's grey muscle shirt, to the brown-haired Canadian girl shaking the captain's shoulders, who continued messing with random buttons and knobs and didn't even realize that she was there.

Thomas leaned his head back against his chair and sighed. Were they ever going to at least get off the ground and start flying to Denver?

"Will everyone SHUT UP?"

Thomas looked up. Jorge was staring at everyone with a look that said if you didn't shut up, he was throwing you off the Berg.

Brenda, who was standing up next to the captain (who was now standing up with one hand scratching his head and the other on his hip), stared at him with a half annoyed, half desperate look on her face.

"So... Wanna tell me what's going on?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Don't you mean tell us what's going on?" Newt corrected her, still holding Minho in a headlock, his other hand successfully in the middle of pulling the pillow out of Minho's shirt.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Brenda waved him off, still focused on her Mexican friend.

Newt squinted at her.

Jorge clasped his hands together like he was getting ready to teach a class.

"Okay muchachos and muchacha, I have some good news and I have bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

The room exploded with noise.

"What do you mean good news AND bad news?!"

"Jorge, cut the crap and tell us what's wrong!"

"Give me back my bloody pillow!"

"Please don't tell me the Berg is broken down... I just want to get to freaking Denver already."

Everyone quieted down when they heard that last one (Thomas' complaint). There was a lot of things that could go wrong in their Crank-infested, messed up world, but for their one means of transportation to be broken? Well...

Jorge motioned for everyone to be quiet, and when they were, he continued speaking.

"So which one? Good news or bad news?"

"Good news." Minho demanded.

"Good news? Okay, okay... Well, then... I can fix it." Jorge smiled sheepishly as everyone broke out in a chorus of complaining and whoe-of-me's and whatnot.

Minho jumped up from the couch, completely forgetting about the pillow, and walked up to the main control area where Brenda and Jorge were standing. He stepped in front of Jorge and crossed his arms.

"So how did it break? What, is it out of gas or something? Are you sure you can fix it? How soon-"

Brenda stepped right in front of him, forcing him to stumble back. "Minho, he's the freakin' captain of the Berg. Of course he can fix it!" She crossed her arms and glared at him. He glared straight back.

Before anyone could attempt to beat anybody up, Jorge stepped between them. "Ladies, ladies, calm down. I tried to figure out why my Berg stopped flying but I can't find the source. No, I still have a full tank of fuel, so that's obviously not why. We'll just have to hang tight for a couple of days until I can find out what's wrong with it, and then I'll be able to fix it and we'll be on our way."

He gave everyone a reassuring smile, pat Minho on the back (a little harder then necessary), and then returned to his seat at the front of the cockpit. "You kids go have fun. Just don't eat all of the food, mkay?"

Brenda rolled her eyes and then stormed out of there in a hurry. She didn't even glance at Thomas or try to makeout with him or anything on the way out.

Newt and Thomas looked at each other.

"Well this shucks."

Newt slapped his face, groaning out loud.

"Heh heh, see what I did there?" Thomas asked excitedly. "Instead of saying 'this sucks' I said 'this shucks' because, ya know, that's our language from the maze...and...stuff..."

Thomas cleared his throat.

Minho, who had been listening to everything, walked over toward them, shook his head in disapproval and made a "tsk, tsk, tsk" noise. "Gosh, Thomas, that was just disappointing."

Then he left.

All was quiet.

Newt turned to Thomas and sighed. "Well, Tommy, looks like its just you and me now."

Thomas nodded his head, wishing he was with Brenda instead of Newt.

"So..." Newt stroked the fluffyness of his purple pillow and smiled. Then a devious smirk appeared on his face and he looked up.

"Wanna play a prank on Minho?"

Thomas smirked, taking back his last thought immediately. He turned to Newt, who was smirking at him and already forming a plan in his head.

"Let's do it."

A/N: Yeahhh this chapter was super short (gosh I always make the first chapter short o.o). ANYWAY, I hope you liked it! The second chapter is actually almost done so it should be on here soon enough. :)

-Lurky