Hi everyone! (:
Since I need more time to go on with my main fanfiction (you can find it on my page - I promise I'll continue it), but I was still inspired to write something about the Maze Runner, I decided to create this collection. It's just something where I'll put some one-shots whenever I have time or I'm inspired.

I'm also open for some requests if there'll be any.

Enjoy! (:

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Undisclosed Desires
[Gally]

That day was just another day, another day in this damn Glade.

Gally never got used to this place, always making him uncomfortable and on alert. There wasn't a time in which he felt at peace, or at least relaxed and it heavily affected his humour. Even at night, he would only manage to sleep three or four hours if he was lucky not to have any nightmares. The grumpiness and the irritation were slowly starting to get the better of him until Y/N showed up. The first and only girl in the Glade. The other Gladers hardly got used to his ups and downs, which often brought to some unwanted fights, but she was different. She could easily go past his defences and get through to him as nobody else could. She was able to see what laid behind his though appearance and make him feel naked in front of her eyes.

That's why Gally slowly started to fall for her. Always smiling, even at him, and making everything better, like a ray of sun shining brightly after a storm. She didn't care if he was rude or glared at her. She was the only one who treated him like a human being, who saw a boy like the others, scared, confused, angry. A boy who was just trying to survive.

Of course, he never told her how he felt. He never even took it into consideration, contending himself with watching Y/N from afar or enjoying her company whenever she came to speak to him. Even if for the others his affection was as clear as day, Y/N never suspected anything.

Maybe it was for the best. Gally didn't want to ruin their already precarious relationship. Not to mention he was also afraid to find out what she thought about him. He knew for certain she didn't hate him, but what about the rest? He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

That day, after many tiring working hours, he finally managed to have some time for himself. He dragged his exhausted body towards his hammock and laid down heavily. He then put his hand in one of his pockets and pulled out a small wooden piece that resembled a cat. It wasn't finished yet, but little by little it was taking shape. It was a gift Gally intended to give to Y/N. Although they didn't have any memories left of their past, she often talked about how the only thing she remembered was the love she had for cats. And how she would love to see one again. Even though his wasn't the real thing, he hoped she would like it anyway.

With the other hand, he took out his knife and started to carve it, defining the last details. He was so focused on it that he didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Before he knew it someone took the wooden piece from his hands.

"What do we have here?" asked a voice mockingly. It was Dave and as usual, Jim was with him. He never liked them, and the feeling was mutual for their part.

"Give it back," ordered Gally frowning. He really wasn't in the mood for a fight.

"Now, now. I didn't know our Gally was into something like this," said David while playing with the wooden figure in his hands.

"Is it for Y/N?" asked Jim with a mischievous grin.

"I bet he's trying to impress her. Do you really think she would like something ugly like this?"

As far as he tried to ignore what Dave just said, those words really affected him. It was the first time Gally ever made something for someone. He didn't know if she would like it or not, he wasn't even sure if he could find the courage to give it to her. However, he made it for Y/N, and he wouldn't let them have it.

"I said give it back."

"Or what? You know you can't hurt us."

Jim was right. The last time Gally beat them up, Alby locked him in the Slammer for three days and warned him the next time it would be the Maze. It wasn't all his fault – they were talking shit about Y/N and he was beside himself with anger – but when they asked him what happened, he didn't say a word and accepted his punishment.

Gally glared back at them. "What do you want then?"

"Payback. For the last time," said David sternly. "I didn't like it how it ended, the Slammer wasn't enough."

"What makes you think I won't react or that I won't tell Alby?"

"You know, we could always find Y/N and tell her about your feelings for her. Do you think you'll stand a chance with her?"

At that, his heart skipped a bit. That was the last thing he wanted. It scared him even more than being put in the Slammer or being beaten up.

He stayed silent for a while, pondering what to do, but in the end, the choice was clear.

"Deal," he said defeated and ashamed by his own decision, but ready to get it over with. A huge grin appeared on their faces.

"Of course, if you tell anyone the deal's off," added Jim just to make sure.

And with that, they started to punch him in the face and kick both his sides so violently that for a moment he was out of breath. No one was around at that time, probably still finishing their dinner, so they went on for about five minutes. Which for Gally seemed like hours. When they were finally satisfied, Dave throws the wooden cat on the ground near the builder and then they left laughing.

His body was aching all over and it took him a few minutes and a series of groans for him to get up and sit back down on the hammock. The piece of wood was finally safe in his hand. His nose was dripping blood all over his shirt, so he tried to stop it the best as he could with a piece of cloths. He hoped his face didn't look too bad or he would have to explain it somehow.

While he was absorbed in his thoughts, suddenly a pair of hands reached from behind him and covered his eyes.

"Guess who?" said an unmistakable soft voice.

Shuck. Why must it be her at a time like this? Being seen by her like this was the last thing he wanted.

Subconsciously his body flinched from the pain under Y/N's touch and he let out an unwanted groan.

"I'm sorry!" she said alarmed pulling away from him. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," he managed to reply in a hoarse voice. He really hoped she wouldn't come to the front and see in what condition he was in because he didn't have the strength to stand up and walk away. Of course, it didn't happen.

"Gally! What happened to you? Why are you covered in blood?" asked Y/N with wide eyes, cupping his face with her hands and turning it around gently to see the extent of the damage.

"It's nothing, just a scratch."

He brushed her hands away and turned on his side to avoid looking her in the eyes. He felt so embarrassed and ashamed that she saw him like this. What would she think about him?

"It's not nothing. Let me see it," she tried again. She put a hand on his shoulder and tried to turn him again, but the movement hurt him so much that Gally whimpered again.

Concerned, Y/N ignored his protests and managed to take a look under his bloody shirt. Many blue and violet bruises covered his skin.

"Who did this?" she asked sternly after a quick check-up.

He didn't reply, afraid of David keeping his word if he talked. Seeing he wouldn't say a word, Y/N took a long sigh.

"Wait here," she said before disappearing towards the Homestead. Now Gally was sure she really was angry.

After a few minutes, she was back with a bunch of medications and a new shirt. She started gently cleaning his face from the blood with a wet cloth and then proceeded with the rest of his body. They were silent all the time she medicated him and after she helped him put on the clean shirt, she sat on the hammock near him. They were so close her arm brushed against his, making his heart race a little.

"Won't you tell me what happened?" Y/N tried again, almost pleading.

Gally hesitated for a moment and then he stretched his right palm towards her, showing her the wooden cat. He knew she wouldn't give up and he was never able to lie to her.

"I...I was carving it for you," he started trying to overcome the embarrassment. "Dave and Jim were making fun of it, telling me you wouldn't like something like this, that I was only trying to impress you and..." He paused again, afraid to continue, but Y/N waited patiently for him to go on. "They told me if I didn't do what they wanted they would tell you about it," he added in a whisper.

The girl was still quiet, contemplating the thing in her hands. Gally took that silence as a bad sign and clumsily tried to explain himself.

"I know it's nothing much, I just remembered you telling me you liked cats and I thought I would make you one, I know it's not the real thing but yeah if you don't like it it's fine," he blurted out scratching nervously his hands.

"Gally," Y/N said softly putting her hands on his. He didn't calm down though.

"I-I wasn't doing it to impress you, I just thought it would make you a bit happier, that you-"

"Gally," she said again, more firmly this time. "Look at me."

Hearing her like that his heart stopped and he subconsciously clenched his fists, waiting for her reaction. But what came next surprised him even more.

"This is incredible Gally. I knew you were good, but this is amazing. You should never doubt your skills, it doesn't matter who tells you otherwise. You really have a great talent," said Y/N smiling softly at him, hoping to convey him her feelings. "And I know you didn't do it to impress me, I know that much about you."

Y/N's words were a breath of fresh air. It was like a heavy weight was slowly being lifted from his chest and he finally let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"You really like it?"

"Of course I like it! That's the sweetest thing someone ever made for me," she said, planting a small kiss on his chick. "Thank you."

Gally didn't even know what to say. All of his insecurities had clouded his mind so much that he got a point where he forgot how caring and understanding Y/N was. She would never make fun of him. To conceal his now glassy eyes, he leaned in and let his head rest on her shoulder.

"I feel so stupid," he said, while two small water drops streamed down his now hot face.

"You're not," she reassured, caressing his sandy hair. "One day everyone will be able to see how sweet of a guy you are."