Disclaimer: Welcome to the After Verse, a continuation series of the Maze Runner Series. This is my chance to flesh out my own story's moving onwards to the penultimate ending. I Don't Own The Maze Runner. Nor the majority of characters. But I do claim the After Verse. Since roughly AU. Trial Of Errors will be based on prompts and locations seen in the Death Cure Novel. Enjoy.

Chapter One:

I awoke up silently to the waves crashing into the shore a mere few feet away from us. My groggy body was meant with a sharp piercing sensations behind my eyes. What happen last night? Then I notice the empty jar that reek of booze. My black hair dusted in sand, my curly locks longer than before. My ruff goatee itches feverishly, and my temple is pulsating.

I soon then turn around, plenty of people are outstretched on the shore. Frypan is crunched up next to Minho and Gally. Brenda and Thomas are huddled together, as Nyx and Jane are lined up. Curie who's a bit taller and older is sandwiched between, Leon and Harriet. Who in turn is close by to Aris and Sonya. As I turn around with this throbbing headache, a figure is stretch out to the side of me. It's Jacob. He has this mischievous smile a mile wide. I see him clutching a jar in his sleep and his pants are off. So where mine at this point. Then a sudden realization hits me. We didn't, did we? I thought to myself.

Last night was a highly a blur. Twisting in the wind across from the shore is a small banner. It reads in bold ink; Happy Birthday Ross. Then it occurs to, I'd turn twenty-one yesterday. There was a huge party to celebrate. That also means it we've been on this island for nearly two and a half year's. Perhaps I shouldn't had drank as much as I did. But it was my party, by the looks of it seems to had damn good one at that.

Slowly and carefully I start to massage my head to combat the painful head ache throbbing in my skull. It's like my brains on fire and screaming at me for over doing it last night. Even if all the details are far gone from my mind. It's instant regret that's for sure. But hey you only turn twenty-one, once. So I had to party.

Maybe just maybe this is a sign of my age, but alcohol or what we call booze is just home made, by our all star chef Frypan. It's weird that I'm first to be up, so in a act of subtly, I let out a low yawn, but quickly voice rings out, forcing me to nearly jump out of my own skin.

"Morning." A groggy voice calls out.


Turning around is Jacob, pulling up his pants. He's smiling fiendishly but it relieved in a yawn.

"Morning Jacob. This is gonna sound weird. But last night, did we uhh..?"

"You mean screw? No! Despite how smashed we we're you just kept rambling about Newt in your sleep."

"That's a relief, then again." I return with a smile of my own. Its fleeting because I couldn't lie. Even if for a joke. The fact of being in love, with any one else than Newt. It felt dirty. I waited for so long and in the end, I had to watch him die. I'll likely never love again. No one will fill the whole left by Newt. Truth be told it's honestly okay with me.

"Although, you were pretty vulnerable last night." He laughs.

"Ha ha very funny Jacob. Well anyways I'm off for my morning run, catch you later."

"Alright see you later." He waved as I kick off running across the sand no longer a burden by to my time in the Scorch.

Lush green forest collides with the shoreline and the base camp. The majority of people still out cold. Dawn is quickly approaching, as I dart past tress and foliage. The moon's rays slowing fading away above the canopy of trees. Making my way over to the large cliff, its a steep run to the base of cliff. The sound of the water fall crushing into a largely untouched basin means it's time to begin climbing.

Taking a frim grip of the cliff I begin climbing upward scaling it with little problem as the top shoots into view. The tip is not to look down. Keep your eyes glued to the top and within a couple of moment's.

I'm at the top of the cliff. Stopping to catch my breath I walk to ledge and sit down. In front of me is a makeshift wooden Cross dug into the ground.

"Morning Newt." I say somberly running my hands across the proxy grave. The sun is now peaking over the horizon, just above the sea. "Each day is a struggle without you, but it's becoming bearable." I speak to his grave. It sucks we have no body to bury, which ticks me off. With WICKED gone, the city was taken back by the city. There probably isn't a body left after all this time.

I'm fighting off tears... It's not easy, my chest tightens and my heart is aching. This pain, its unbearable. I slowly steel myself back from the brink of depression. I'm now staring blankly at the horizon.

For a moment I just reflect. Letting all my of my burdens flow out of me, as the sun is rises higher and higher. Before I notice moments turned into a couple of hours.

Deep down Newt wouldn't want me to suffer like I have the last two years. It's been that long, but somehow it feels much far along. I slowly raise up, blowing a kiss at his grave. I begin turn around to head down the path I came. I'll take the long way down by walking the path. There's one more stop I wanna make.


At the start/end of the path is a lush field of wild flowers. In there is a secondary wooden Cross planted into the ground. Sitting infront of it, I pick the undesirable weeds away from the grave. It the most I could I do.

"Morning Teresa…" I say softly. "Despite our ups and downs, I miss you too. If only you and Newt could be with us, to live a life of your choosing. Away from WICKED. In some regards I failed you as a friend. I'm sorry…" I say wiping a tear from my cheek. I place my hand on the Cross, before turning away from the area. I start making my way to the edge of the water fall. The giant basin is full of clear crystal water around ten feet deep or more.

Removing my clothes bit by bit, I shiver at the roar of the falls. No hesitations. Eyes wide open I plunge straight into the deep end, taking a massive breath.

Breaking the surface tension, I ease up as my body sinks. My eyes envelope in the serene underwater atmosphere. Fish swim around in all different patterns. Fresh water fish are so astounding. As rainbows speckled rocks lay at the bottom. I shut my wary eye's as enter a small trance drifting deeper and deeper.

'I know you're there!' I yell at the Flare.

'Always am. Is this a social call?' He asks in a cocky tone.

'This pain, why is death so painful?' I reply.

'Death is natural, just mourn and move on. For our sake stop caring. It's just an waste of time and a burden. One you'll soon be dishing out.' He says smoothly.

'I understand this pain. Too think I'll ever let you use me to bring that to an already broken world. This is my proclamation. You'll- you'll never gain control!" I state with a tone of seriousness.

'I'm playing the long game. That's why I'll win.' He argued back.

My body reaches the floor of the basin. My eyes bursting open to a lovely sight.

'We shall see.' I retort.

'Oh we shall,' he replies jaded. 'If we're done here, I'll take my leave!' He says as his voice fades away. My lungs reaching it capacity, I shoot upward to the surface.


Taking in the one huge gulp of air, I start swimming to the ledge, carefully climbing up as to dry off. It takes a while but eventually it's done. Once dressed I make my way over to base camp. It was quite the walk, but I made it just in time to get breakfast.

A sunny side egg, loaf of bread, banana and small bowl of runny oats drenched in brown sugar. For the last two year's life has been kind to us, we've might have skim by on huge meals but there's enough for all. There is some room for improvement but we have Shun, Sadie's brother to thank for our abundance of fruits. If not for his compendium of seed and different insects that are harmless, cultivation has gone off effortlessly.

Taking a seat with all of my friends, I'm greet by yawns and hungover groans. But I smile as I sit next to Thomas and Brenda.

All of my friends all at one table for another meal. I'm honestly haven't been this content in such a long while. Conversations are had, jokes are made. WICKED isn't a equation in our daily lives anymore.

"Spent time with Newt and Teresa this morning, there's my exercise for the day." I say burying my face into the oats.

"Great that means you can help me out today." Curie gave a mischievous smile.

"I keep putting it off. Might as well get it done, beside I love watching you tinker."

"I'll need a second person for this, guy's any of yall free?" Curie asks with curt tone. But the moment she began, everyone darted off not wanting to be caught up in her wild experiments. The last straggler to escape was Leon. But Curie rushed up and pulled him by his arm holding him in place.

"Curie I can't, gotta help Jacob and Gally today."

"I know." Curie leans up on her tippy toes and kisses him on the lips. "Just wanted to say I love you." She says, her words a flutter. He returns the same level of passion with her.

"Alright my tiny princess, see you for lunch. Ross, try not to let her run you ragged." Leon replies.

"I don't think I have much of a choice in this…" I call out as Curie tugs my wrist yanking me forwards. Walking past a ton of people going about their day, we reach Curie rather huge workshop on the end of the beach.

Stepping inside awaited huge clutter of paper and scarp parts every which way. Eccentric as always. Curie taller frame hangs on the door, can't believe how much she's grown. She let's out a huge sigh, before tying her hair up. A high sign she was ready to work.

"Big sis, big bro." Cries out Elizabeth who gets up from the work bench. Man she's grown so much as well. It's shocking I see her all the time and I'm still amused by the growth of the two of them.

"Hey little one." I smile, picking her up to swing her around. She giggles like a wild child, it brings a warmth to my heart to see her happy and healthy.

"Alright then, Ross help Elizabeth thread the wires into the circuit boards. I'll start running the device's."

"Mind telling me what this is for?"

"And ruin the surprise, you'll just have to wait for the reveal tonight. Now please I need concentration."

Without another word, I got straight to work doing whatever she asked. Didn't question it or mind, but Curie assured me it would blow my mind. Thusly I kept hard at work and enjoying my time laughing and working with the girls. Whatever this was, the suspense was eating at me. Usually I'm patient but curiosity gnawed at my mind. Just what was our little mad genius cooking up?


A/N: Well this was interesting restart to the story. Last one just felt hollow but I wanted to reconcile with my mistakes. To work on a story that will keep me going. The first chapter's might be short and so-so at best. But I wanna push them out. So please if you like this change, let me know. Reviews are nice and I wanna know how y'all feel. Thanks guys for understanding that this is the path I wanna take story wise.