Okay, anyone else hate Teresa after the Events in The Scorch Trial but absolutely LOVED her by the end of The Death Cure?
I'm pretty sure it's not just me.
Disclaimer: ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY JAMES DASHNER!
Okay it's really not that long, and Teresa and Aris aren't a couple, in my opinion they were just faking, and its Aris/Rachel not Aris/Teresa.
Thomas couldn't help but stare at Teresa. Yes, he may not trust her fully or at all really, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate her beauty.
The way her dark hair fell perfectly upon her shoulder, and her with that amazing smile and those shining blue eyes.
Thomas sighed. He loved her soooo much, which is why her betrayal hurt so much more than any other that Thomas could imagine.
Thomas was snapped out of his daze by Newt and Minho's voices.
"Hey shuck face, stop dreaming! So what're we gonna do 'bout Rat Man?" asked Minho.
"Huh? Oh sorry, what? I wasn't paying attention."
Newt snickered. "Course you weren't, you pile of klunk, 'cause you were too busy dreaming about Teresa." Minho and Newt concluded by saying her name sweetly and battling their eyelashes, laughing at Thomas.
"Stupid shanks," muttered Thomas as he walked away.
He walked past everyone and leaned against the back corner of the room, not noticing that the one person, who was constantly one his mind, whether for good or bad reasons, was walking his way.
"Hey Tom," she said in that pretty voice he liked so much, while leaning against the wall as well.
"What do you want?" he scowled, but his heart wasn't into that scowl, and Teresa knew that.
"Please Tom, don't hate me," she pleaded "what I did, I did so you can live! Me and Aris aren't even a couple! Please listen," her eyes slightly glazed over.
Oh no! Please don't cry! Thomas thought, his resolve crumbling.
"I- Teresa, what you did hurt me, I'm gonna need more than 'sorry'. You get me? Prove that I can still trust you and then we'll talk."
Thomas started to walk away when Teresa grabbed him by his arms making him turn around to face her.
"How can I prove it? I'll do anything Tom, please." Her voice barely above a whisper.
Neither noticed how the entire room and decreased in volume. Sure the Gladers from both Group A and Group B were still talking, but it was only to make it seem as if they weren't listening.
"You're gonna have to figure that one out yourself Teresa. Telling someone to do something is easy, having them figure out what to do to achieve it… well that's where it get hard."
"What if I don't get my memories back?" she replied half in desperation "I know you won't because you don't trust WICKED, but what if I don't either? Would that be enough?" she asked hopefully.
Now the room was deathly silent. They were all too busy watching what was unrolling.
Aris, Minho and Newt all shared a knowing smirk. Though Newt and Minho's a bit grim, while Aris' a bit sad.
No, he didn't like Teresa, not in that way at least, but he couldn't help but miss Rachel.
If that little shuck face shank hurts Tommy-boy again… Newt and Minho thought, well, they left the threat hanging so they could think up more, if needed.
Thomas looked at Teresa, and shook his head sadly, letting his long-cut messy brown hair cover his blue-green eyes.
"Teresa, that wouldn't work. I know you still trust those shanks, even if half of what they're saying is klunk while the other half is partial truth," he muttered the last part to himself.
"My resolve is only as good as my word, Tom. I promise to do everything possible to have you trust me, even if it means dying."
Thomas turned, shocked. He didn't her to die for him! Heck, he didn't want anyone to die for him.
"Please don't say that Teresa. You'd harm more than help. Sure I'd trust you again but…" Thomas stopped, he couldn't very well admit he'd miss her, especially since he was supposedly mad at her.
"But what Tom?" she asked carefully.
He looked directly into her eyes, any lie he was going to say completely washed away as they looked back at his with such love he couldn't help but answer truthfully.
"I'd miss you too much." He replied softly.
Teresa gave a happy sob.
"Thank you! I'm so sorry Tom, I promise never to hurt you again!"
"I know."
"I'll always be there when you need me," she continued rambling, paying no attention to everyone's bemused faces, or Thomas's small smile.
"I know."
"I'll be someone you can trust with all your heart!"
"I know."
"I love you Tom, I always have. That's why it hurt me so much too."
"I know, and Teresa, I love you too."
"You do?"
"Yeah, shuck face, I really do."
And with that she flung herself on him, arms wrapped around his neck, while his arms snaked around her waist and he lifted her off her feet in a soaring kiss.
To them the whole world vanished, leaving only them and their exploding hearts alone to bask in the newly announced love.
Thomas loved the feeling of her lips on his. The way their lips fit perfectly amazed Thomas; like they were meant to be.
Teresa loved the way Thomas held her, so protective but gentle all at the same time. He loved her, and to her that was all that mattered.
They slowly broke apart to the sound of wolf-whistles and catcalls from every person.
A blush crept upon both their faces, but they were both pleased.
"So does this mean there will be mini Thomas' and Teresa's running around?" joked Frypan.
The blushes increased, making the laughter louder.
"WE CALL GOD-FATHERS!" shouted Aris, Newt and Minho. They looked at each other in shock, before arguing over who would be who.
While everyone joked around, Thomas and Teresa got very serious.
Did they want to get married one day? Have kids? A family?
Thomas looked into Teresa's eyes, and a silent message was passed.
Yes, they did. And maybe one they will.
A/N: so how was it?
It's my first maze runner fanfiction, and also my first fanfic that goes against cannon.
I might make this into a chapter story, maybe not.
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And tell me what you think.
Loves y'all!
Oh and P.S. the Glader's slang was a bit difficult for me to grasp since I am a HUGE grammar freak, so I hope I did well.
