Disclaimer: I am not James Dashner and therefore do not own The Maze Runner or the characters. I only own Leah, a few other characters, and the plot.
Leah, of course, meant every word she said. Well…almost every word. She knew that she was right, the boys would die without those supplies, they may be able to make their own food, but they couldn't make medical supplies. What kind of a friend would she be if she didn't jump at the chance to help them?
"You really shouldn't do that, I doubt they'd let you out of their sight if you do," Thomas cut in. Leah almost did jump when she heard him speak. Whirling around, she glared at him.
"Well, according to you, I won't make it far enough to face their wrath. Why bothering wasting your breath on arguing with me?"
"Because I've seen what it does to people. I wouldn't want anyone to go through that and I know from what I've seen that Minho and Newt would be devastated."
Leah faltered for a second as she thought of the argument that had happened in the Map room. Not that she needed to recall that to know that the boys would miss her. Leah had always seen them as her older brothers, her mentors. Leah knew that she would rather kill herself ('isn't that what you're doing?' a little voice in the back of her mind whispered) than see them die, or have to lose either of them.
"They'll make it, they've dealt with loss before-"
"Something tells me that it'll be different with you,"
Of course something would be different. Minho would snap at everyone and be sour ("More so than usual." she giggled internally) . It was more Newt that she worried about. Minho, she knew would be able to make it through it in the end. Newt…he would limp along in life but he always seemed to take things personally, beating himself up for every death. Then there was the time when Newt had jumped….
~TMR~
When Leah was pulled out of the Box, she noticed that everyone seemed a little off.
"Where's Newt?" she asked a strained Minho. Alby appeared suddenly appeared, taking a startled Leah by the hand, who stared at Alby warily.
"Don't worry, I'm taking you to Newt," Alby reassured her, ignoring Minho's protests. Alby hadn't really gotten along with this girl before, always keeping at a distance since the girl had something to do with the Creators. Yet, it seemed suspicious that the girl showed up today, right after the events of yesterday. Were the Creators trying to say something? Was the girl important Newt's survival, or would she finish the deed?
Yet, he doubted that the Creators would send her down when they could just use a Griever to kill Newt, to kill any and/or all of them. Something deep down in Alby told him that Leah was there because Newt was hurt and they wanted (because the word 'needed' made him want to laugh) Newt to survive for some reason. For now, he would trust Leah, for Newt's sake.
And Leah had helped Newt. She had hugged him, fussing over him, showing Newt that he had something to live for. Leah showed Newt (and Minho) that it was worth suffering through the day if they got to just be loved so fully and so innocently by someone, the way Leah loved them.
When Leah left, Minho and Newt made a silent pact to keep Leah from ever finding out what truly happened. No need to make her truly understand how flawed they were, how ugly scars from the past really were.
~TMR~
"I promised them that I would wait. I'll give them that much," Leah said, pulling herself back to the present. The door slammed open and Minho came out, looking sheepish.
"Want to go get something to eat? I'm sure you're hungry and Frypan made some..."Minho's voice faded as he and Leah headed to go eat whatever Minho was talking about.
Thomas looked at their silhouettes and felt a pang. He wished he had someone who would care about him that much (he probably did, he just didn't remember...well, that and there was the constant niggling feeling in his head that there was something that he forgot. He felt like laughing. Of course there was something he forgot, there was almost nothing he remembered. With a long sigh, he headed off to talk to Chuck.
A/N: Yeah, this was a bit short and random but I felt like a just needed a little bit of a background story. I'll try to write more but I've got writer's block. Don't worry, I'll get some writing done and I'll try to update again this week. Thanks to a suggestion (you know who you are), I've decided to enter The Lost Hero in the fanfiction contest going on (Inkitt). Au Revoir guys