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“I said I’d get you there so I’m getting you there,” he growled. “I’m not letting some silly doll make me a liar.”
He stalked off toward the fresher, but you followed.
“Doll?” You demanded, raising your voice. “That’s what you think I am?”
“Yes,” he said, turning back to face you, towels clenched in his fist. “A doll, some decorative, useless thing to sit there in pretty dresses and take up space. A doll.”***
You have a knack for finding trouble, be it in the midst of Galactic Civil War or when trying to live the quiet life after getting out of the game. So when you're stuck fleeing your new home planet after pissing off the wrong people - again - there's only one person willing to take you: the Mandalorian.
But after years of fighting faceless men, you're not the trusting type toward someone always wearing a helmet and the Mandalorian quickly suspects there's more to you than he knows.
*This is seriously a very slow burn, very plot-heavy fic!
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The Doctor by TheFirstSeed
Fandoms: The Maze Runner (Movies), The Maze Runner Series - James Dashner
21 May 2025
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“The Doctor arrives!” Spencer announced theatrically from his seat flinging his arms wide as if introducing royalty. Everyone stirred, heads lifting, attention snapping toward the doorway with equal parts curiosity and caution.
Brenda sat forward, wincing slightly as she adjusted her leg, eyes narrowing as she studied the girl in the doorway. She didn’t look like a doctor—not the kind they were used to anyway. No white coat, no clipboard. Just someone who looked as road-worn as the rest of them.
Harriet straightened up from the bookcase, arms folding across her chest. “She’s the doctor?” Her tone wasn’t mocking—just skeptical, edged with fatigue.
Frypan muttered, “She doesn’t look like a doctor…” and then quickly added, “Not that I’m judging, just—y’know.” He made a vague gesture at her boots, which looked like they’d survived both a flood and a fire.
"Spencer, I patch people up with duct tape and stolen meds—stop introducing me like I’ve got a medical degree! I'm no damn doctor"
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