(Sorry for the delay between chapters :) This project is dear to me and I shall see it through to completion and eventually a movie based epilogue. Hope you enjoy! Follow Favorite if you do. I do not own Maze Runner)

"Uh, Thomas? You still with me?"

Vince was still waiting for Thomas to explain who it was that might need the serum.

*Great job Thomas.*

He thought to himself.

*Nothing like painting yourself into a corner you can't possibly get out of. Now I get to either out Newt as being infected to explain why we need the serum that none of us knew how to make anyway. Or keep lying to my friends who are eventually going to have to believe me and it would help if they thought that I wasn't crazy.*

Thomas sighed.

"Look, Vince, Newt infected. He's got Flare. I'm trying to keep him alive until we can get him back to WCKD because it turns they can cure him."

Vince walked over and peeked around the shade to be sure no one was listening. He drew it to cover the window of the private investigators' door completely and took several moments to process everything Thomas was saying. Finally, he looked back up at Thomas with angry eyes.

"Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

"Yeah, Vince I do."

"How the hell do you know that? How the hell do you know any of that?!"

Vince leaned up against the desk in front of Thomas who took a seat looking exhausted from his own admission.

"Man, I just do. Ask Newt; you'll see I'm right. But just take it easy on him he hasn't told anybody yet. He's probably still trying to get his mind around it himself."

"Believe me, Thomas, I will, but that's only half the bombs you just dropped in my lap, isn't it? What in God's name makes you think WCKD's got the cure? Because from where I'm sitting it seemed to be business as usual for Janson and his henchmen. Why would they worry about gathering up a bunch of other immunes if they already figured out a cure?"

"Because they're missing one last ingredient. It's me, Vince; my blood is the cure. That's the reason Brenda isn't sick anymore."

Vince stared at Thomas for a solid ten seconds before saying another word. After what felt like an eternity Vince broke his silence.

"I can tell you believe in what you're saying Thomas but that doesn't mean your right. I've seen it before. And I know you guys are close, but people respond differently to the serum. Brenda could be having a good reaction to it. It doesn't mean she's cured."

"Then test her! You'll see I'm right!"

"Who do I look like, man? Ava Paige? Do you think I just neglected to show you the state of the art science lab on that barge out there?"

"Well then here's an idea, Vince, you'll just have to trust me!"

"...Who says I don't Thomas?"

Vince stood up and slapped Thomas on the back and continued.

"But if your blood is the cure, the last thing you need to be doing is going anywhere near WCKD. If they got ahold of you something tells me they wouldn't go door to door sharing their good fortune with the masses."

Thomas nodded.

"Vince, you don't know how right you are. But I'm not letting Newt die, and I'm not giving Janson his chance to take over the world either."

"So whats the play, Thomas?"

"It's simple. We kidnap Teresa."

A few hours later Vince and Thomas had gathered Jorge, Brenda, Frypan, Harriet, Newt and Minho at a dusty courtyard between several of the outlying buildings. After Thomas explained to the rest of his friends what he'd told Vince, he turned to Newt.

"I'm sorry man. I didn't want to go behind you back, but I'm not letting you sacrifice yourself."

Newt had his hand on his jaw with a pensive look on his face. Silently taking in what his friend was saying.

"Look, Tommy. I get that you want to help me and all, but there is no bloody cure, right? I mean, if there was wouldn't that be the end of all of this?"

Vince shook his head. "See that's where you're wrong. Thomas and I talked about this, and if he's right about himself being the cure, then the last thing we can do is hand him over to WCKD."

Brenda crossed her arms skeptically.

"So what? Me and Newt are the only people in the world who are supposed to get the cure? Seems kinda selfish to me Vince."

Thomas spoke up.

"It would be Brenda. So that isn't what we're going to do. We're going to be the ones who control who gets the cure. Not WCKD, not Paige, and sure as hell, not Janson."

"I'm all for that, Thomas," Frypan spoke. "But did I miss the part where we had a way make more serum? Even if your blood is the cure, without Mary, we got nothin'."

This was the moment Thomas had been dreading. Because he knew it was the last thing his friends were going to want to hear, especially from him. But if his plan was going to work there was only one person who could pull it off. Even though he was the worst person to push this agenda to the others, he choked out the words...

"That's why... That's why we're going to need Teresa."

All at once the orderly meeting turned into everyone talking at once. Brenda managed to win out.

"Thomas, I'm not trying to add insult to injury, but in case you missed that little fireworks show back in the Scorch, Teresa already chose her side. And guess what? It wasn't ours. Even if she could help us, what makes you think she would?"

Thomas shook his head.

"Look, I know what she did. And it makes me sick to be the one standing here defending her. But Teresa only sided against us because she thinks it's her chance to save the world. ...She doesn't realize Janson's just trying to take it over."

Minho had been leaning up against the sun-bleached sandstone wall of the ruined building in silence since the meeting began. Finally, he spoke.

"Well Janson is an asshole, you'll get no argument from me there. I know I've been out of circulation for awhile Thomas but when exactly did you learn how to travel through time? Because it seems like all of this is based off you knowing stuff that makes me think you're overdue for a CAT scan."

"Tommy was right about me having Flare," Newt said defiantly.

"And about us getting the Berg." Brenda quipped.

Jorge stepped forward.

"Brenda will tell you; I've been hounding her over that bite on her leg a lot lately. Now I'm no doctor, but I've also never seen any dose of serum keep Flare in check that long. The only thing that makes sense is that Thomas' blood is the cure. I can be a skeptical as anyone, but results are results Hermano."

Minho shrugged.

"Ok, Thomas is psychic, got it. So I guess that leaves us with two hurdles to overcome. First, we have no idea where WCKD is. And second, once we sort that out, our best case scenario involves us getting that she-devil Teresa back. I mean, if we can get Aris and Sonya back, done. But does anybody actually think that last part is a good idea?"

Part of Thomas knew exactly what Minho was trying to say. Afterall, when you've been burned once it's hard to convince yourself to stick your hand back into the fire.

"Listen Minho, the fact is Teresa can use my blood to cure Newt. That alone is worth the risk. If anyone disagrees, now is the time to say so."

The only sound to be heard was the wind and distant voices from the makeshift harbor encampment. Thomas nodded to everyone.

"Good, because I think I know where to look for WCKD..."

Thomas pulled out a map and began to explain what he remembered. He couldn't help but feel it in his bones that after months of fighting himself, he was on a path that would bring him back to Teresa. Part of him was angry, part of him couldn't wait. But all of Thomas was more certain than ever before, that whatever this was between him and Teresa, it wasn't finished yet.