This Conspiracy

Chapter 21

Author stuff: Sorry that I'm posting later in the day than I usually do, it's just been a busy week and then some. But we're back, guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Part 2, here we go!

Trigger warning for this chapter. There's some minor injuries and blood in this chapter.

PART II - THE NEW ONES

Chapter 21

In Which There Is A Troublesome Greenie

Without putting much thought into it, Flossy followed Clint and Jeff down into the Box. Their calm urges for the Greenie to put down the shovel weren't working. She had a feeling that this girl was going to be a lot for them to handle.

"Hey," she said, the even, sweet tone of her voice surprising herself. The Greenie looked at her, deep brown eyes were wide and wild. "It's okay. These guys are Clint and Jeff. They just want to make sure you're okay. That's a lot of blood on you."

"It's not mine," the Greenie said, a twang to her voice causing her words to smear together. "I woke up like this."

"Okay then, how about we take you to the showers then, and get a fresh change of clothes for you, hm?"

The Greenie's eyes roved over her, eyeing her form and what she was wearing. It was unnerving, but not in the way that she'd grown accustomed to in the Glade.

"Don't think your clothes will fit me, Tiny."

Flossy tried not to flinch at that jab. Yeah, she was short and, sure, this Greenie was tall – just a few inches shorter than Gally, from what she could gauge. But was it necessary? No. No, it wasn't.

"We could borrow some from one of the boys."

"Newt's clothes look like they might fit her," Clint said. He set his hand on the blade of the shovel. He was forced to retreat by a sudden jab that almost cut his palm. "Alright, alright. Take it easy now. Flossy's right, you should get cleaned up. Don't think you want to stay like that for a long time."

"Flossy?" the Greenie said, mockingly.

"Me," she said. "That's my name."

The Greenie gave her another once over and scoffed.

"You look like a Flossy."

She was about to object, when a hand reached around her and yanked the shovel away from the Greenie. They both looked at the person behind her. She wasn't the least surprised to see Gally there. The Greenie, however, tried to grab at the shovel.

"Give it back," she said, trying to get at it. She forced Flossy away from Gally, pushing her into Jeff – who caught her, but they bumped into the supplies. Gally tossed the shovel out of the Box. Someone must have snapped it up, as it didn't fall back down on them.

Gally didn't say anything, he hauled the Greenie up by the middle and tossed her over his shoulder. The Greenie kicked and screamed and tried to claw her way out of his grasp but to no avail. How he managed to get them both out without having to drop her was an amazing feat. Flossy wasn't quite sure how he even did it.

They disappeared from sight, but Flossy could still hear the girl's cries as he carried her to... well, she supposed that he was bringing her to the Slammer. Nothing else made much sense.

"You okay?" Clint said, giving her a once over.

"I'm fine," she said. "She didn't hurt me. How's your hand? Did the shovel nick your fingers?"

"No, I'm good. Jeff?"

"Fine and dandy," Jeff said, brushing off his rumpled clothes. He looked at Flossy. "Need any help out?"