Questions: Gally x Reader

Questions: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

You didn't want to fight Gally again. You had made the point you had wanted to make; you were not to be underestimated. So, you had a month before the next bonfire to figure out how to get out of it. A lot could happen in a month. Meanwhile...

"Hey, greenie." You turned from your dishes to see Frypan stroll in, leaning on the table.

"Thanks," He said, "For this morning. I didn't have my coffee, and I was up late last night... thanks for covering for me."

You nodded, smiled, and returned to your dishes. Frypan grabbed a rag to help you.

"I can do dinner by myself if you'd like to take the rest of the day off."

You looked up at him and he shrugged.

"I heard Gally has it in for you. Figured you could use some time to enjoy life before he pounds the literal stuffing out of you."

You chuckled a little, then shook your head. Frypan laughed and picked up a pan to dry it.

"Seriously. I owe you one. Get out of here."

You looked to make sure he was serious, and, when he nodded, took your hands out of the soapy dishwater, dried them, and hurried out the door, leaving Frypan smiling behind you.

There was something you wanted to do.

Quietly, and as inconspicuously as possible, you slank towards the doors. There was quite a lot of open space between the buildings and the doors, but you knew running would attract attention, so you acted as if you were on a casual walk and strolled towards the doors slowly.

When you were within ten feet of them, you stopped. A few of the boys were staring at you, their eyes daring you to go forward another step. You didn't. You sat down on a tuft of grass and stared at the open doors.

It was peaceful in the Glade. You could hear the sounds of bees buzzing around you. Faintly, the trickle of the Glade creek. The wind in the trees and rustling in the tall ivy growing on the walls. Somewhere a bird sang. Of course, there was the background noise of the boys doing their jobs around the glade. Winston was yelling at someone for losing something. Two of the Trackhoes were in a wrestling contest with a stubborn root. Newt was explaining something to someone, his accent echoing through the Glade.

You closed your eyes to listen. You took deep breaths, smelling fire, dirt, rain, and moss. Your fingers tightened on the grass below you.

It struck you that you were actually there. The Glade. You were there. And it was beautiful.

That's when the voices started.

A quiet voice, singing a quiet song, seemed to dance through the passages and corridors outside the maze doors. You could hear it calling to you. Your eyes opened, full of tears. It was the first call. It wasn't nearly as strong as it was in the lab, and it didn't hurt at all.

But it would. It would only get stronger until you couldn't resist it anymore.

"Greenie?"

You jumped as Newt appeared beside you. You brushed the tears from your eyes and smiled at him.

"What are you doing?" He asked. You shrugged, pointing at the doors.

"Minho and the others will be back soon," he said, trying to reassure you. You shook your head. That wasn't it.

"What? You can tell me." He prodded, sitting down on the grass next to you.

You shook your head again, dropping your eyes.

"Could you tell me your name at least?"

You looked into his pleading brown eyes; he was only trying to help you. You trusted him. And, trusting him, you opened your mouth...

"Well, what have we here? A party I wasn't invited to?"

"No, Gally." Newt sighed. "The greenie just had the day off and we were enjoying the view."

"Last time I checked, greenies don't get days off and there are four walls blocking the view, so maybe you both should get back to work." Gally crossed his arms over his chest.

Next took a deep breath, realizing Gally wasn't going to budge on the issue and arguing would be pointless.

Turning to you, he gave you a welcoming smile and said, "Come on, greenie. You can work with me and the Trackhoes for the rest of today if you'd like. It's dirty work, but the guys are nice... we can come back and... stare at the walls... later, when Gally is gone, alright?"

You nodded and helped Newt stand, because of his bad leg.

For the rest of the day, you dug up weeds, with Gally giving you dirty looks from where he and the Builders were building a shed for the Trackhoes. It wasn't until the sun was going down that you and Newt washed up with the hose and walked through the Glade to dinner.

As you did, you saw the Runners jogging back in from a hard day in the maze. They took off toward the map room and, as they did, the doors groaned and started to shut behind them.

You heard the voices again, loud and pure as a melody until the doors shut and abruptly cut them off.

"Are you alright?" Newt asked. You shrugged, then smiled and nodded, following him.

You were alright... for now.