Who’s Your Daddy?
Author: Joi A. Wade
Warnings: Swearing, pregnant!reader, daddy!gladers
Summary: The creators sent up a new greenie instead of supplies…they weren’t expecting a girl. And to put the icing on the cake, she’s pregnant with a note rested upon her bulging belly. Once the note is read, and the girl wakes up…all hell will break loose. Who is she? Why is she there? Who is the father of her baby?
It was just an ordinary evening in the glade, nothing different, nothing suspicious. For once it was actually peaceful and quiet. The runners were going to return soon, the gardeners doing their thing, the builders finishing up some finally touches on their new shed for extra tools, just the same endless routine as always. Or was it?
The glade was suppose to be retrieving shipment of new supplies, food and clothes, but it was taking longer than expected. Usually they are during the afternoon, sometimes if they’re lucky, in the morning. But, now the sun was about to set behind the maze walls, and everyone was about ready to settle down after a long and hard day. Alby looked out into the distance, watching everyone settle and do some last minute checking. Inhaling a long breath he looked at where the box was located. Why hasn’t it sounded off yet?
“Bloody thing still hasn’t come up yet?” Newt limped toward the leader, his face coated in sweat and a few dirt specks.
“Afraid not. Maybe we’re not getting anything this month.” He shrugged, turning his attention to the runners entering the glade again. Not even a few seconds later the walls started to close, signaling that the day was ending, confirming his theory.
Nodding to his second in command, Alby walked away to his hut. Newt took one more look at the box, a strange feeling building up in his stomach. The creators wouldn’t just…neglect them of supplies for no reason. Shrugging it off, he also made his way to his own hut.
“Hey! Newtmas!” Gally exclaimed, jogging over to him. Rolling his eyes at the nickname, he stopped in his tracks and waited for Gally to approach him.
“We were promised a new supply of tools and,” He raised both his eyebrows and arms, his face stretched in surprise. “I’m not seeing any tools! We spent all shucking day building that shed, and now we don’t get to use it?”
“Look, not really certain you were promised anything, but I have no say in what the creators do. We’re all disappointed and confused as to why the box won’t come up, but-”
“Hey, shuckface!” Minho raced over to the two boys, a look of confusion on his face as well, not to mention Thomas was right on his trail with the same expression. “What gives? We were supposed to get new runner’s shorts. Thomas here is gonna need them soon, or I’m leaving him in the maze so the grievers can deal with the stank.”
“Hey, I don’t smell that bad, I wash these everyday!” He defended, Gally rolling his eyes.
“More like every other decade. But, seriously, when are we going to get-”
“Hey, Newt! I thought we were supposed to be getting new knives! Slicing with dull knives aren’t really going to do the job!” Winston joined in the conversation, followed by a few more of the keepers and workers who were also concerned.
“Yeah, Jeff and I are getting low on cleaning supplies, needles, medicine-”
“Hey, I was here first, complain to someone who actually cares!” Gally snapped.
“Oh, like having tools for your precious shed is more important than our health?” Thomas spat right back, only making the builder angrier.
Newt watched as everyone talked at once, complaining and throwing out scenarios, thinking the worst as to why the box wouldn’t come up. The crowded commotion seemed to alarm Alby as he rushed over to an exhausted Newt.
“What is going on here?” He shouted over the mixture of arguments, silencing them all. Newt sighed heavily, answering his question.
“Everyone is completely shucking nuts over the fact that the creators haven’t sent the box back up. Builders need tools, the slicers need new knives, the med-jacks need medicine and supplies, and the runners need new running shorts because apparently Tommy can’t clean his own klunk. So basically, everything is going on.” Newt rubbed his head, sleep starting to catch up with him fast.
“Alright, listen up! I understand that this is all a bit..different than any other month, I get it. But, we’ll just have to make dew with what we have.”
“With what we have? How long until the creators stop sending stuff altogether?! Until we have nothing and we all die! We can’t build, we can’t eat, we can’t get medicine! This is probably some test!”
“Calm down, would you? You’re jumping to conclusions, we don’t know WHAT this means, but it doesn’t have to mean the end of the world.” Minho rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in the process.
“Well what does it mean?” Chuck pushed himself through the crowd of boys, coming back from cleaning the bathrooms, wanting to join the commotion.
“It means,” Alby turned and pointed at the box. “This box doesn’t change a thing. We’ve gone longer without any new supplies, and today isn’t and won’t be any different. Am I clear?”
Everyone sighed in unison, nodding and murmuring in agreement. But, not even a few seconds later, the familiar alarm sounded off. Scaring the whole glade into an even deeper silence, they all basically sprinted toward it. Well, all except for Alby and Newt, who just stood in a pit of shock. Newt turned to Alby for only a moment, then looked back in the direction of the box.
“What exactly does this mean?”
Without an answer to give him, Alby just trudged over to where everyone else was, Newt following behind him. Once everyone was in close range of the box, they watched as the doors slid open, the faint sun being the only light to shine inside of the dark area.
Anyone who could see inside all gasped dramatically, as what was inside was definitely not supplies, tools, or any kind of object. It was a person. And not just any person…
Newt dropped down to get a closer look, his eyes widening to the size of plates as his breath caught in his throat.
“What is it?” Alby asked the question that everyone wanted to ask, but were too busy in a state of shock. Newt looked up at everyone, his mouth hanging open slightly, as he held a note that he picked up.
“It’s a girl. And she’s…pregnant.”
The muttering of the gladers surrounded the box, as everyone leaned in closer, getting a clear view of the girl that laid unconscious. Alby jumped down, along with Gally, Minho and Thomas. He walked over to Newt, reaching for the note in his hand. Once Newt gave it to him, Alby saw that the color was drained from his face. Reading the note himself, he could see why.
“Well,” Thomas poked the girl’s stomach, getting smacked in the head by Minho. “What? I was seeing if it’s real…”
“What does the note say?” Gally points to it, Alby looking up at him for a second and then back at the note, an unreadable look on his face.
“You’re uh…going to want to sit down or something.”
“Just read the damn thing!” Newt yelled, a stressed out expression colored his face as he rested his head back into his hands.
One of you is responsible for this. Until you figure out who…
the box no longer moves.’