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The Maze had always been a puzzle they couldn’t solve.
Every turn, every dead end, every false hope—it had all led to nothing.
Until now.
Until Thomas.
Thomas and Minho had gone out for a normal run. Mapping. Searching. Surviving.
But this time?
Thomas came back with a way out.
The Gladers gathered in the center of the Glade as Thomas stood before them, breathless, scratched up, but triumphant.
“I found it.”
Silence.
Then—
Minho stepped forward, grinning.
“He’s not lying,” Minho said, voice strong, eyes wild with excitement. “He shucking found it.”
The Maze. The impossible Maze.
And Thomas had cracked it.
The Gladers erupted into chaos.
“Wait—WHAT?”
“How?”
“THOMAS, YOU GENIUS!”
Newt stood at the front, arms crossed, eyes locked on Thomas like he was the most important thing in the world.
(Spoiler: he was.)
“So,” Newt said, voice calm but filled with pride. “What’s the plan, love?”
And just like that, the Glade fell silent.
Because if Newt—their leader, their anchor, their second-in-command—trusted Thomas without hesitation, then so would they.
Newt didn’t even ask if it was dangerous.
He didn’t ask for proof.
He didn’t hesitate.
He just believed.
Because it was Thomas.
Because he was obsessed with his husband.
And he knew, without a doubt, that if Thomas had found a way out, they were following him.
Scene 1: The Final Plan
Thomas took a deep breath.
He wasn’t just a Runner anymore.
He wasn’t just the newbie.
He was their way out.
“There’s a section of the Maze where the Grievers come in and out,” Thomas explained. “A passage that opens every night. I saw it with my own eyes. That’s where we need to go.”
“The Griever Hole,” Minho said.
“Right,” Thomas nodded. “That’s our way out.”
Silence.
Then—
“We’re following you,” Newt said immediately.
Not “Are you sure?”
Not “Is it safe?”
Just—
“We’re following you.”
Thomas blinked at him.
“You—you trust me?”
Newt raised an eyebrow.
“Of course I bloody do,” Newt said. “If you say it’s our way out, then it’s our way out.”
Thomas swallowed.
Because—
God.
Newt had always believed in him.
But this?
This was everything.
The entire Glade looked between them.
Because Newt didn’t even hesitate.
And they all felt it.
Newt wasn’t just following Thomas.
Newt would follow Thomas anywhere.
Scene 2: The Escape
The plan was simple.
Survive the night. Get to the Griever Hole. Escape.
Except—
The Maze wasn’t going to let them go so easily.
The second they made their move, the Maze fought back.
Grievers poured in from every direction.
Screeches. Metal scraping. Blood.
And yet—
They ran.
Through the corridors, through the fear, through the death—they ran.
Thomas led the charge, Minho beside him, Newt close behind.
He could hear their screams—
“GO, GO, GO!”
“KEEP MOVING!”
“DON’T STOP!”
Newt stayed at the back, making sure no one was left behind.
Every time someone faltered—he pushed them forward.
Every time someone hesitated—he reminded them of why they were running.
“DON’T STOP NOW, YOU SHUCK FACES!** THOMAS FOUND THE WAY OUT, AND WE’RE BLOODY TAKING IT!”
And that was all it took.
Because Thomas had found the way out.
Because Newt believed in him.
And because of that—so did they.
Scene 3: The Final Stand
They reached the Griever Hole.
They could see the exit.
But the Grievers were everywhere.
One by one, they pushed through.
Minho fought. Gally fought. Frypan fought.
Newt fought like a man possessed.
And Thomas—
Thomas was the one who made sure they got through.
He helped Chuck climb through.
He shoved Winston forward.
He grabbed Newt’s hand and pulled him through last.
And then—
They were out.
Scene 4: The Aftermath
They collapsed on the cold ground, panting, bleeding, but alive.
The Maze was behind them.
And in front of them—
People.
Strange people. Armed people. People who took them in.
And the last thing Thomas heard before he blacked out was—
“You’re safe now.”
Scene 5: The Glade Reacts
When they woke up, they weren’t in the Glade anymore.
They were in some kind of facility.
Clean. Quiet. Safe.
The Gladers sat together, processing everything.
“We made it,” Frypan whispered.
“We actually made it,” Minho muttered.
And then—
All eyes turned to Thomas.
The reason they were alive.
The reason they had escaped.
And Newt?
Newt didn’t hesitate.
He walked straight to Thomas, grabbed his face, and kissed him like his life depended on it.
Thomas barely had time to react before the Glade EXPLODED.
“OH, COME ON!”
“THE FIRST THING YOU DO IS SNOG THOMAS?”
“GIVE US A WARNING NEXT TIME!”
Newt pulled away, smug.
“Sorry, did you lot want a turn?”
The Gladers groaned.
“No, we wanted to NOT SEE THAT.”
“Lies,” Minho smirked. “You’re just jealous.”
And Thomas?
Thomas just smiled.
Because they were safe.
Because they were free.
And because no matter what came next—
Newt would follow him anywhere.