Thomas's PoV:

"No one will ever find you in here," Ben said.

Thomas was already pretty sure of that. After all, Ben had kidnapped him and took him out into the Maze, where they hid in a secret alcove in the wall and behind the ivy. It was dark when Ben had kidnapped him, when Thomas had gone outside to go to the bathroom. He had killed the three guards posted outside his and Gally's door. And Gally...Thomas didn't even want to think about how worried his boyfriend would be by now - if he was awake. Gally had been sleeping when Thomas left.

"I'm going to keep you here until you tell me you'll leave Gally alone," Ben snarled at him, making Thomas jump.

"I'm staying here till morning," Thomas said, "since there's Grievers outside." He paused. "I don't mind if you go out there, though." He was surprised at his unusual snark - Gally would have approved.

Ben growled. "Gally was mine first and you stole him from me! You liked him first and you manipulated him."

"No, I didn't - you're crazy!" Thomas exclaimed. Something flashed in Thomas's eyes and his blood went cold when he realized it was a knife carefully - but not carefully enough - concealed at Ben's side. Thomas went numb with fear. Would Ben kill him? Would he ever see Gally again?

Thomas closed his eyes. Gally, I love you, he thought.

"Tell me you'll stay away from him!" Ben said. He smiled at Thomas, which was even scarier than the sneer that had just been on his face. "You'll stay away from him, and I'll date him, or..." He produced the knife, seeming confused when Thomas didn't show any surprise.

"Gally already made it clear to you that he didn't want to date you," Thomas said harshly, and screamed when he felt the tip of Ben's knife touch his leg, tearing through his jeans. Blood trickled down his leg. He was going to die here, and most ironically, not because of the Grievers, who he could hear lurking outside the small hideout.

"The Grievers will find us soon, Ben!" he gasped, agony filling him as the knife went deeper. Thomas cried out.

"I'm leaving now," Ben informed him.

"Good riddance." Ben slapped him in the face, but Thomas didn't regret his words.

"The Grievers won't hurt me," the other boy told him.

"You really are crazy," Thomas breathed, wincing from the pain in his leg.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy..." There was something off in Ben's eyes as he threw the knife in the air and caught it.

Thomas knew this would be the worst night of his life.

Gally's PoV:

It was the worst night of my life.

Newt, Alby, Minho and I spent hours looking for Thomas. I had no clue where he was. I didn't even know if he was alive. The thought made my blood run cold.

Some boyfriend I was if I couldn't even protect the boy I loved.

My friends and I froze as we heard the Doors opening. The last of the Grievers' moans faded and we all looked at each other. "What are we going to do?"

"Search the Maze," said Alby.

"You think he's in the Maze?" Newt asked.

"Well we haven't found him," Minho pointed out, "and we've been searching for hours. I'll get my best Runners looking for him."

"Get all your Runners, Minho," I instructed, and he nodded before running off to find them. "Newt, Alby, get everyone up and searching for him. I'm not resting until I find him."

"We can't just stop everything because someone went missing," Alby said. "It's terrible, and we're going to send a lot of Gladers out, but we have to keep things running on this farm."

"We can't get lazy," added Newt.

I couldn't understand why they didn't see this as a priority. "Thomas is missing! Don't you get it? Ben has him. He's probably even - What?" Dread filled me at the sight of Newt and Alby's pale faces, and I turned around to find Thomas.

"Thomas!" I rushed forward, pulling him into my arms before anyone else could get to him. I heard him hiss in pain and I pulled back, the world blurry in front of me. "What happened? Where's Ben? Where did he take you?"

"My leg," he said, and I gasped as I glanced down to find a deep knife wound. I raised my head to find him staring at me, and his fingers brushed away the tears rolling down my cheeks. His thumb stroked my jaw, making me tingle all over. God, he made me crazy. I remembered the dream I had about him, remembering him touching me, remembering -

Someone cleared his throat and I heard Alby say, "Let's go. We need to get Thomas to the Med-jacks."

"Okay." I managed to pull myself together long enough to hold my boyfriend's hand. But as soon as we started walking, Thomas cried out in pain, and I never wanted to hear that sound again. "Shuck," I said, and Thomas gasped in surprise as I lifted him into my arms.

Thomas managed to laugh despite himself. "Why are you carrying me?"

"Because you're a shucking mess." Another laugh. "It's like you don't even look for trouble, but it finds you. You literally cannot stay out of trouble."

"Maybe I've had a bad influence."

I snorted as we walked into the Homestead. "Impressive," was all I said as I carried him up the stairs to our bedroom, where Clint and Jeff were waiting. They cleaned his wound and were quick about bandaging it up.

My emotions were all over the place, and I was feeling particularly emotional as they gave Thomas medicine to help with the pain. "Thank you," I told the Med-jacks, a lump forming in my throat. They nodded before leaving me alone with Thomas. He was smiling. "What?" I asked.

"I've never seen you like this," he said. "So...worried. Emotional."

I realized Thomas was right. "I don't have many friends here, Thomas," I pointed out. "Not many people I care about. But you..." I shook my head. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." My voice broke at the end and my eyes filled with tears that spilled down my cheeks.

Thomas looked absolutely stunned as he leaned in and pressed his lips to my cheek, kissing away my tears. It was a sweet, romantic gesture, and my heart fluttered as he pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips. After a night of hell - a night without him - I melted into the kiss, crawling into Thomas's lap as his lips brushed against mine. My heart pounded quickly as he broke the kiss to take off my shirt. I blushed, gasping softly as he ran his fingers down my bare skin. His touch sent tingles all through my body.

"Thomas," I mumbled into the kiss, and he pulled me even closer as I slid my lips down to his neck. I nipped his skin and he moaned, his hands sliding down to my lower back. I could barely breathe. He kissed me slowly, deeply, and my heart was pounding fast in my chest. I kissed him back and pressed myself against him, my thigh accidentally brushing against his wound.

He cried out in pain, and even though the Med-jacks had wrapped it up in bandages, I was sure it was still painful. "Sorry!" I exclaimed. "Thomas, I'm so sorry."

"Gally, it's fine," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm okay."

I thought of something then. "Hey, where did Ben go?" I asked. I was too emotionally distraught when Thomas first came back, but now I could think more clearly.

So could Thomas, who was probably traumatized as well. "I don't know," he admitted. "Sometime during the night, like an hour before dawn, the Grievers gave this...signal. Like this awful screaming noise. And Ben just left."

"Where was he hiding you?" I clutched Thomas's shirt, burying my face in his neck.

"In this cave thing behind the ivy," Thomas told me. "Apparently the Grievers didn't know about it, or else I wouldn't be here."

"I don't want to think about that." I brushed my lips against his neck. "I love you, Thomas."

"I love you too, Gally," he said, and held me for a long time.

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