Longest Chapter! **New POV!**Brief mention of an OC Male Character**

Ava- "I want to remember. Because if we find a cure, that's the only way this will all be worth it." I nodded at Teresa, looking out on the city. "I hope you're right." She sighed, fidgeting beside me, which was unusual for her. "Do you miss her?" My heart stopped for a moment at her question. "Every time I breath. She was my life. She and my husband were my world." I looked down at my right hand. I haven't worn my ring on my left hand since Dominic died. I touched the black stones that held his ashes, wishing he were here. He would know what to do about Julia. "Every now and then the words she screamed at me grip me like ice, and I doubt if what I did to her was the right thing." Teresa placed a hand on my shoulder. "You were trying to protect her from everything. You wanted to keep her, and you knew that couldn't happen if she knew the truth." "Yes, but I doubt I would've been able to hide it all forever. My husband didn't approve of the Trials and the methods we've taken to find the cure, but he stayed because he loved her." I glanced at the photo of us, and I sighed, forlorn. "I don't doubt for a moment he would have left if he knew what I did to Julia. He would have chosen her over and over again."

"Can I ask why you let her stay in the Maze for so long?" I sighed and managed a small smile. "Because she found love. And she deserved every moment of it. She was The Light, that's the code-name we gave her. When I decided to place her in the Maze, I knew it could have gone one of two ways; the boys would be enchanted and accept her, or she would have caused strife amongst them." I shook my head of the latter thought, grateful even now that no one attempted anything vile. "When I was informed of her affections towards Gally, I thought of bringing her home. But then I saw her, and she was so happy. She hadn't been that happy since she lost Mary and her father." I looked back out on the city, placing a hand on the window. "I can't bear not knowing where she is; if she's okay. "Well, if she's still with Thomas, then I don't doubt she's still alive. Thomas has a saving people thing, he wouldn't let anything happen to her." I smiled. "Yes, you're right. Thank you, Teresa." We both looked out the window for a while; she missing a friend, and I was missing my child. "Now all we have to do is wait and see."

**Back in the Town**

Julia- "This place has really gone to Hell," Jorge said as we made our way through the crowd. The town was a mix of destroyed buildings and half-functioning ones. People were being placed in body bags while others withered away, tucked out of sight. "We just need to stay together," Thomas said. I had dropped back to walk with Newt, holding his hand because I needed something stable and familiar. "I got a bad feeling about this place," I said. Thomas looked back at me sympathetically and opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by a loud voice down the street. We stood off to the side as these large vans drove down, carrying people with masks on top. The one yelling through a speaker was talking about how Wicked abandoned everyone and watched as they all suffered while those behind the walls were safe. He was encouraging everyone to revolt against Wicked and the people loved it, cheering and following the vehicles.

And, of course, Thomas said we should too. "Fucking why?" "We're here for Minho, not to join a resistance group!" Thomas looked at me sideways. "You know, the Right Arm is a resistance group, right?" I smacked him upside the head. "Now is not the time to be smart for once, shank!" "And now is not the time for you two to start bloody fighting again!" Newt scolded me, but he looked hesitant about Thomas' idea too. Even Jorge had something to say too. No one was comfortable with the idea, but unfortunately, when Thomas starts something, he goes the whole way. He's not patient, he wants results immediately, it's what made him so annoying back in the Glade. But we followed him anyway, blending with the flow of the crowd. We reached the entrance of the walls. Everyone was yelling and chanting, some were even throwing things at the doors. And then, as if we didn't have enough problems, it got worse.

This shank is going to get us killed! Guns were being shot; huge ones that had us all running like crazy. I tried sticking to Newt as much as possible, worried about his leg, and we yelled at one another to keep running. We all reached the town, and turned a corner, but one of the shots hit the wall near us, and I almost fell into Newt. Next thing I knew, those random guys in masks started grabbing us, trying to put us into waiting vans. I fought the guy holding me, but as he managed to shove me into the van, something hard hit my head, and then I was out.

Newt- "Julia!" I yelled, getting shoved into the van. I reached for her and pulled her into my arms. She was unconscious and I noticed a red bump on her head. I snarled at the people that grabbed us but tried to stay calm. We drove on for a while until we finally stopped, and I was ordered to get out. "She can lay in here until she wakes up. If it takes too long, we'll show you to a bed she can rest up in," one of the people told me. It was a woman, and she patted my shoulder, assuring me she'd sit here with Julia. I jumped out of the van, and saw Brenda and Thomas, who looked relieved to see me. I smiled at him, mouthing that I was okay.

Then the other van pulled up, shaking like crazy, and we could hear yelling from inside. The doors opened and one of the masked people fell out, only to be followed by Jorge, punching the guy's face and yelling about Brenda. We all ran forward to stop him, but the masked group stopped us, one of them pushing me against the other van we drove here in. Brenda managed to calm Jorge down. "Relax! We're all on the same side here!" one of the guys said. I paused, watching him. Why does he sound familiar? I thought. Thomas asked who this guy was, and what he meant by "same side." The guy that spoke said nothing for a moment while we all watched him. And then he took his mask off. No way!

Thomas- "Gally?" I choked, not believing what I was seeing. No one moved or spoke, and the longer we looked at each other, the angrier I got. I ran and punched him hard in the face, then got on top of him, intending to hit him again. Guns were pointed at me, but Gally told them to back off. "Tommy, stop!" Newt yelled, appearing at my side, holding my fist. "He killed Chuck," I growled. Gally made no effort to fight me off, even though I knew he could, while Newt tried his hardest to calm me down. "Just calm down, baby," he whispered. I flung myself off Gally and Newt pulled me back. Gally stood up, rubbing his chin. "Kind of had that coming," he told the others. Gally asked if anyone else wanted to take a shot at him, but no one moved. "How's this possible… we watched you die!" Newt asked. "No, you left me to die. And you'd all be dead now if we hadn't intervened." Gally shrugged, "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. Newt told him, and Gally looked elated. He told us he could help us get Minho back, and to follow him.

"We're not going anywhere with you," I snapped at him. Newt reached out and held my hand. "Whatever, but I can get you through those walls," Gally told me. He glanced down at mine and Newt's entwined hands. He didn't seem shocked, more like sad, and I saw him flinch. "Ugh!" I heard from behind us. I turned and saw Julia sitting up in one of the vans. Newt and I ran over to her, asking if she was okay. "Everything's spinning, give me a second," she moaned, doubled over and clutching her head. When she felt okay, she sat up and Newt helped her out, steadying her. "Okay, love, I'm going to need you to pay attention and try to stay calm," Newt started. She caught him off with a loud, annoyed groan, and flopped back against me. "What kind of shit did you get us into now, shank?" she asked me.

I rolled my eyes and glanced worriedly at Newt. I was shaking my head and mouthing "no" over and over. "Julia?" Gally asked, softly, and I groaned. She straightened in my arms, her breathing stopped. She turned, slowly, and when she saw Gally, she let out a broken whine, covering her mouth, and taking a step back. Newt had a hand on her shoulder, telling Julia to breathe, and I stood near her, ready to stop Gally if he tried to touch her. Her breathing gradually got sharper and faster, tears in her eyes, and then she passed out, falling into Newt's arms. We all jumped forward, freaking out and checking on her. "We'll take her to lie down. We'll bring her when she wakes up," a woman said behind me. Newt looked at me, worried, and squeezed my hand, letting me know it was okay, and she handed Julia over to the lady and two other guys.

We watched them carry her off, and Gally's eyes followed them until they disappeared around a corner. He sighed, looking miserable, then gestured for us to follow him. He explained what happened after the Maze, how he'd been here the past six months, and the war this group had with WICKED. Then he told us to let him handle the talking with whoever Lawrence was, and lead us down to a large room, filled with numerous plants and other household items. Music was playing, and two men stood over near a table, covered in roses. They spoke to Gally a bit, before one of them, I assume Lawrence, asked who we were and why we were here. I answered without thinking.

Gally- Ugh! What is this Greenie's deal with following orders and doing what he's told! I thought, annoyed, watching Laurence and Thomas go back and forth. Lawrence said only two of them could go, while the rest stayed behind, and Thomas agreed, shaking his hand. "Gally, show them the way." I nodded. Then there was yelling, and we all turned around to see Julia, hair wild, eyes bright with tears, and storming over to us. Newt reached out to grab her, but she ducked away from him, her eyes on me. "Julia," I started, but when she reached me, she slapped me, hard. No one moved, and I was shocked, holding my face. "You… how dare! I mourned you! For months I mourned you, and you've been here, fighting a cause against the assholes that ruined… when you couldn't even… how dare you!" She was so angry that she could barely form a sentence, screaming in my face and pushing me back, hitting my chest over and over. Newt yelled at her to calm down, but she screamed and swung her hand back, intending to hit me again, and I'd had enough.

I grabbed her arm, spun her around and yanked her to me, using my arms to restrict her movement. "Stop! Stop it!" She didn't even try to fight me, she let out a broken sob, and slumped against me. I tried calming her down, but she started going nuts, trying to get away from me. Then Thomas, for some reason, came over and yanked her away from me. She fell to her knees and just sobbed; her breathing broken into gasps as she tried to catch her breath. He rubbed her back, whispering to her. I looked on in confusion, and a little rage. I glanced over at Newt, who was watching the two of them, and he gave me this look I couldn't decipher, then focused on Julia. When she stopped crying, and her breathing was normal, Thomas gathered her in his arms and pulled her up, leading her over to a chair for her to sit in. She slumped forward, wrapping her arms around herself. "They say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Lawrence said, walking over to Julia and lifting her face up. I took a step forward, so did Thomas and Newt. "Have you scorned this woman, Gally?"

I looked away, ashamed, and just focused on getting ready to leave. "What the hell do you mean you're leaving? I told you you're not going anywhere without me!" Julia screamed at Newt. "Love, please, he said only two can go, and I'll be with Tommy. Nothing's going to happen to us, okay?" Thomas walked over and crouched in front of Julia, placing a hand on her knee. "We'll be back. Promise," he told her. She looked angry and miserable, but she stayed put. My heart broke just watching her. I wanted to be able to hold her in my arms, but she hated me, and I don't blame her. I opened the grate on the floor and lifted a ladder inside the hole, so we could climb down. Fry stopped me, telling me to take care of Newt and Thomas. I nodded and heard Julia scoff, which cut me. The guys followed me, and we left.

*Time Skip*

Gally- Thomas didn't say anything after he realized what the plan was; to use Teresa. "Look, we're all going to get together tomorrow and come up with a solid plan, so try not to panic." He looked like he was going to argue, but Newt took his hand and looked imploringly at him, so he stayed quiet. I had to look away, remembering Julia giving me that same look as she begged me to go into the Maze with her. "Did you think about her?" Newt asked. I nailed him with an angry look. "Think about her? Newt, the hell kind of question is that? I was tortured by her! I saw her everywhere!" I sighed, not wanting to get angry, I had no right to. Then I looked at Thomas. "Since when are you two besties?" I asked. He got this huge smile on his face and chuckled. "Trust me, it took a lot of work. Misery loves company, that's how the bond started. Then shit started getting worse, and…" He trailed off, sighing, glancing at Newt. "It's a long story. Short version: the woman that runs Wicked is her mother." The silence that followed was so loud that the ringing in my ears sounded like sirens.

"She missed you," Newt said. I sighed, shaking my head. "She hates me." Thomas sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "You can't blame her. I offered to let you come with us, she begged you, but you chose to stay and let her go." I growled and slammed my fist on the railing, making him and Newt jump back. "Let's not forget all the klunk you threw in her face," Newt snapped, actually angry. "If our bond bothered you so much, why didn't you ever say anything?" "That's because it didn't. This isn't an excuse for what I said, but I was angry, and I thought saying it would make her stay, prove me wrong. Obviously, it backfired." I glanced sideways at Newt. "Do you really think I would've let you both be so affectionate if it bothered me? I would've ripped you a part a long time ago." Newt scoffed and smiled. "Fair." I sighed and told them that we needed to head back. "Great, more jumping and trying to outrun trains. I'm ecstatic!" Newt complained.

**Back to the Base**

We climbed out of the sewer and the others asked how everything went. Newt and Thomas went to talk with their friends, while Fry was keeping me company. Then Julia walked over, pushing past me and yanking Newt and Thomas over, demanding they tell her everything. Newt said something to Thomas, and he nodded and pulled Julia aside while Newt came over to me. Jorge and some of the others had brought some food, so we sat and ate. I watched Thomas and Julia; it was jarring seeing them so close to one another. His hands were holding her arms, squeezing, and rubbing them. She was listening to him, instead of yelling. They stood close to one another rather than her getting up in his face. "It's freaky, right?" Fry asked, realizing I was watching. "You have no idea," I told him, chuckling softly. Julia looked over at me, anger burning in her eyes. She looked at me like she didn't trust me, and I felt my heart shatter. Thomas looked at me, then pulled Julia into a hug, whispering to her.

They came over to eat and we played catch-up, sharing stories of what we all did these past six months. Two hours later, it was late, and Jasper said we should all get some sleep. "We made sure there were rooms open for them in your hallway," jasper told me. I nodded and led the way. Brenda and Jorge said they'd share a room, and Fry said he'd crash with Newt and Thomas. Everyone turned to Julia, and I looked at her, hopeful, but she sneered at me. "You fucking wish! Fry, stay with Jorge, I'm bunking with these two." There was no room for arguing, and Fry nodded obediently. She knocked into my shoulder and flung the door open, marching inside. Newt sighed and pulled Thomas through the door, telling us goodnight over their shoulders. When the door shut, I fought the urge to lean against it and cry. Fry patted my shoulder before leaving, and I was alone. I went into my own room, and forced myself into bed, knowing that I would spend another night alone without Julia, only this time, she was here, but still out of reach.

**Major time skip: It took me re-watching Death Cure a couple times to realize that the next scene has to take place a day later b/c it was light out when they met Gally, night when they found the Wicked building, then light again when this next scene happens. Then they grab Teresa at night.**

Newt- "Because you still care about her! Just admit it!" I yelled into Tommy's face, backing him against the wall. "Don't! Lie! To! Me!" I snapped when he tried to speak. If I wasn't so angry, I could've kissed him. It was that thought that made the anger disappear as quickly as it came. Damn it; it's starting. I apologized and walked out slowly, holding my arm. I went outside to the roof and sat on the edge. I heard someone running, and Julia flung herself behind me, pulling me into her arms. Oh, Julia… I patted her arms as she squeezed me tightly. Then Tommy walked over, and I apologized again. I glanced up at Julia, and she nodded, tears forming in her eyes. I lifted my sleeve to show Tommy my arms, the signs of the Flare clear as day. "Why didn't you tell me?" Tommy asked, trying to stay calm. We talked about it, and about Minho being more important, at which Julia let out a broken sob and squeezed me tighter. "Love, I can't breathe," I said. "Tough shit!" she screamed at me. "I'm sorry, Thomas. He wanted… I didn't…" Julia tried speaking, but Tommy just shushed her, gently, and reached out to stroke her face.

I sighed, deeply, and looked at Julia again. We shared the same look, always able to have these silent conversations by looks alone. It always made me happy to have this bond with her. I told Tommy the story behind my leg. He inhaled sharply when I told him I wanted to die, but other than that, he stayed silent. "Why tell Julia then? If you wanted it to stay secret?" he asked, rubbing her back softly. She let out a broken laugh and buried her face in my hair. "We became so close that it felt right to tell her. We never kept secrets," I told him. He nodded, smiling at the two of us. Then he came over to pull us both up. He booped her nose, and laughed when she lunged to bite it, then looked at me and gave me a gentle kiss. Julia whimpered, softly, and I felt heartbroken for her. I inhaled, deeply, and marched back inside. "Okay; let's go with your plan, Gally," I said, standing next to Thomas. "I'm sorry, what?!" Julia snapped. "Julia…" "No! Newt, what the hell!"

"Julia, calm down. I don't really like the plan either, but it's the best we've got," Thomas said, trying to calm her down again. She started yelling and pointing out all the things that could go wrong. Then she got in Gally's face and started throwing insults one after the other. "Okay, that's it! Stop it!" I screamed, making Julia and Gally glance at me. "I have had it!" I marched over and pushed Julia into Gally's arms. "No one goes anywhere until you two fix this!" Julia looked enraged, her eyes flashing. "I would rather die…" she started, and I cut her off. "No, that's the thing, Julia! You already died! You actually tried to once, or did you forget?!" I snapped at her. Gally choked and tightened his arms around her. "You spent two months dying over him! Two months we took care of you, trying to make you better! You spent all that time missing him, and it's a load of crap that you're acting like this!" She looked like I slapped her. "Now go and fix this! Now!" I snapped at them.

No one moved, and I turned to glare at Gally, ready to yell again, but he pulled Julia away and left. I looked around at everyone; Tommy was watching me, both scared and impressed. "I mean it; nothing happens until they get along," I said, pinching my nose. "We have to wait till tonight anyway, but you're right," Tommy said, taking my hand.

Gally- I lead Julia to my room and slammed the door shut. She walked over and sat down on the couch, seething. "Princess…" "Don't you dare! You lost every right to call me that when you accused me of leaving you for my best friend and let me go into the Maze, alone!" I was tired and angry at all this hostility towards me, so I marched over, gripped her chin in my hands and turned her face up towards me. "Can you just listen for five minutes without biting my head off?!" I screamed at her. Her cheeks puffed up, like she was ready to spit more anger at me, but she let it out and slumped against the couch. I yanked her up to me and held her against my chest like I'd done earlier. I buried my face in her hair, then ran my nose down her neck, breathing her in. I moaned softly; it had been so long. I started pouring my heart out to her; explained why I acted the way I did back in the Glade, why I didn't go with her, why her wanting to leave broke me, all of it. "And then I spent the past few months being haunted by you." "Every time I went to sleep, I swore I could feel you in my arms. And when I'd wake up, it was like ripping open a closed wound over and over."

**Smut**

She was trembling in my arms, her breath sharp, and she would let out broken sobs, trying not to cry. "I never should've let you go, baby. I should've gone with you. But I swear I will never let you go again," I whispered in her ear, kissing it gently. She let out a broken moan and turned her head away from me. But I knew her; I knew her, and I knew her body. Slowly, I dragged my hand up her neck, then closed around it. She shuddered the way she always did whenever I touched her like this. I gently nipped at the back of her neck, trying to contain myself and wait for her. If she rejected me after this, I think I'd die. "Baby. Please," I pleaded. She let out a loud whine, turned around and flung herself against me, smashing our mouths together. Our kiss was all teeth and tongue, wild and rushed. Thank God! I gripped her hair in my hands, pushing deeper into her mouth. Her nails raked down my neck and down my back. When she reached the bottom of my shirt, she hurriedly tried to get it off me. Once it was gone, she smashed her mouth back on mine, pushing us down on the couch, straddling me.

I moaned at the feeling of how close she was, my cock getting harder by the minute. I ripped her shirt off her, running my hands up and down her chest, moaning as I felt her breasts and her smooth skin. I leaned into her neck, nipping at her ear. "Looks like I have to mark you all over again, don't I, kitten?" I growled, placing a quick bite under her ear. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Gally, please!" she begged me. I lifted her up, kissing her again, moaning into her mouth when I felt her legs wrap around me, my cock pressed against her. I dropped her on my bed and crawled over her, shoving my tongue deep in her mouth. I hissed as I could feel her nails scratching up my back, until they went lower and grabbed at the button on my pants. I stopped kissing her and looked down at her with pleading eyes. I wanted her, bad. I needed her. We neededthis; needed each other. She begged for me, and I nodded. She ripped my pants open, and I stood to remove them. I reached for her jeans, working as quickly as I could. Then I stood before her, bare, hard, and full of desire. My eyes roamed over her naked body, and I watched the rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes went from my face all the way down to my cock. She breathed shakily, licking her lips, then she sat up and pulled me on top of her, resuming our fierce make-out.

I pushed her legs open, moaning when my cock touched her already wet cunt. I let my fingers trail slowly down her body until they reached her heat, making her moan. "Already dripping for me," I breathed into her ear, sucking on her neck. She moaned, opening her legs wider for me. "Only for you." I shoved two of my fingers inside her, making her writhe on the bed. She lifted her hips up, trying to get me deeper, grinding against my fingers. She whimpered, moaned, and begged for me, and I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to be inside her. I fell flush against her, kissing her deeply and clasping her hands in mine above her head. I pushed into her as deep as I could, making us both groan in need, until I was fully seated inside her. Despite our need, I was slow, but hard. I let go of her hands to grip her hips, pulling her legs around me. I sat on my knees and watched her beg beneath me, begging for more, begging for me. After a while, I pulled her up to sit in my lap, groaning when I felt myself go even deeper, and let her ride me. I gripped her hips again, but I let her set the pace. She went wild on top of me, and I loved it. Though I was mostly the dominant partner, I was obsessed with how gorgeous she looked when she rides me.

I whispered words of love and filth in her ears. I praised her and I begged her. I encouraged and I demanded. I could tell neither of us would last any longer, so I gripped the back of her neck and held it, so our eyes stayed on each other. We shared the same breath, panting and moaning, drinking in each other. I started thrusting up into her as she moved, groaning from the feeling of her cunt tightening around me. When we came, we did it together, our loud moans bouncing off the walls, blending. Our heads rested against each other as we tried to catch our breath, eyes closed, the occasional brush of our lips or the touch of a tongue feeding our high. I kissed her deeply, pouring all my love for her into it as I slowly laid us down, her on top of me, my hands roaming softly up and down her body. We kissed over and over, our mouths hardly leaving each other's, sharing the same air as if that was how we survived. I pulled away enough to look at her and almost cried from happiness. "I love you," I whispered, brushing a kiss on her mouth. "I love you so much." "I love you too."

We groaned when I pulled out of her, then I turned us sideways, tucking her into my side, stroking her head. "Don't ever leave me again," she sighed. "Never," I breathed, kissing her neck. "I missed you, so much," she told me, cuddling closer to me, occasionally brushing kisses on my chest. I buried my face in her hair, holding her tightly. "Oh baby, my girl. I'm here. We're here, and you'll never be alone again," I whispered. I pulled the sheets over us, and we laid in silence, listening to each other breath. I wasn't worried about Wicked, or the war with them. I wasn't worried about anything outside this room; the only thing I cared about in this moment was her. She was in my arms, in my bed, she was mine again. I don't care what I have to do, who I have to kill, but I'll do anything to keep her, and I won't let anyone take her. I'll never let you go again.