Gally Imagines

=FOURTEEN= Home Sweet Home

"Ouch!"  You waved your hand about wildly, then brought you finger to your lips, trying to stop the throbbing pain.

"You okay?" asked Gally, you could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.

You nodded, finger still to your mouth, as Gally closed the five-foot gap between the two of you and stood behind you.

"Kills, doesn't it?" he whispered tantalizingly into your ear, "Here, let me show you."

His hands slid down your arms to where your hands held the vicious hammer with which you had accidentally struck your finger. 

"Try holding it further back, like that-no, like this," he rearranged your fingers to his idea of the correct position, "Good, and then when you swing to hit the nail, try aiming for the head and not your fingers."

You pursed your lips and he laughed in your ear as his hands slid from your arms to around your waist, hugging you from behind, pulling you into him, and kissing your cheek.  You turned your head and rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes and loosing yourself in the rhythm of his breathing and the weight of his arms around you.

"Hey!  This a holiday?  Nobody informed me!"   

You and Gally both turned at the sound of a Glader's voice.  It was Dan.  He had been removed from the Med-jack department because it 'didn't suit him' or so he said, but the fact that he sucked at it was a little closer to the truth.  He was now a Bagger-or at least trying out for the position of Glade guard-to your dismay, but anything was better than him being a Builder.  You were pretty sure that Gally would have rather died than to have allowed that anyway.  Even though it wasn't a permanent job, Dan still acted like it was, and didn't waste time flaunting around his new-found authority, being quick to bombard Gladers with questions to see if he could have them thrown into the Pit. 

You saw Gally arch an eyebrow skeptically at Dan, before throwing an annoyed glance at you, and slowly withdrawing his arms from around your waist. 

"I outta tell Alby and have you two thrown into the pit for your...I mean, have one of you thrown into the-I mean..." Dan stuttered, trying to regain his haughty, commanding tone, but finally just let it slide in the end with an, "I'm warning you!" as he stood there, arms crossed, as if waiting for us to do something wrong, or break some kind of rule.

You sighed, trying to block him out, and turned back to your work.  You were building some sort of a hut, but Gally wouldn't tell you what it was destined to be.  You two were the only ones working on it, but you thought that that was probably just because you were new at it, and Gally was instructing you.  What were the other Builders up to?  You thought about this as you tied your hair up into a high, ponytail, then bent down and gingerly picked up the hammer.

~Time Lapse~

You finished the last bite of stew and set down your bowl and spoon on the log beside you, contentedly full.  You stretched your legs out in the warm sunlight as you took out your ponytail, shaking your hair loose, and looked around.  Lunch was practically over, and Gally hadn't returned yet.  You had seen him talking to Chuck when the lunch break had begun, and then he had just disappeared.  This was odd because you and Gally always ate lunch together.  Where could he be?

"Hey, Chuck?" you asked, as he came over to where you were sitting, arms full of dirty, empty bowls.

Chuck's pudgy face broke into a smile as he grinned at you. "Hey, Y/N!" he said cheerily.

"Do you know where Gally ran off to?" you asked.

"Uh, yeah," he said, balancing the bowls in his arms, as he bent over, trying to reach your bowl from over top of the rest.