Experiment 18- Newt fanfic

Chapter 26: Super Secret Meetings

The next day I wake up to the shrill sound of a baby crying I turn over to see Valley crying in the bed I made, I took the drawer out of my dresser and filled a bunch of Vivian's clothes in it to make her feel at home.

"Crap your probably hungry.." I mumble. I pick her up and walk to the kitchen.

"What do you need Newt?" Frypan asks over the sound of Valleys crys.

"Do you have any food?" I ask. "Valley is hungry."

"Yeah, There's formula in the cupboard. Follow the directions on the back." Ian says. "C-can I hold Valley?"

I look down at the crying baby. "Yeah." I hand the baby to him. Ian starts to rock the baby as I grab the formula out of cupboard and a bottle. I fill the bottle with water and dump some formula powder in them mix it.

I take Valley back from Ian and start to feed her. "We need to hold a gathering."

"Yeah." Frypan says.

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I sit in a chair closest to the door holding a bottle and Valley. The other 10 Keepers sit around in a circle. Thomas sits beside me anxiously.

"In place of our leader was there. He sat in the chair to the right of Alby's empty seat. "In place of our leader, sick in bed, I declare this Gathering begun." say dully while rocking Valley. "As you all know, the last few days have been bloody crazy. Quite a bit seems centered around our Greenbean, Tommy, seated before us."

Thomas's face flushed with embarrassment he looks down at the chair.

"He's not the Greenie anymore," Gally blurts out. his scratchy voice so low and cruel it was almost comical. "He's just a rule breaker now."

This starts off a rumbling of murmurs and whispers but I shush them quickly.

"Gally." I say. "try to keep some buggin order here. If you're gonna blabber your shuck mouth every time I say something, you can go ahead and bloody leave. because I'm not in a very cheerful mood."

Gally folds his arms and leans back in his chair. The scowl on his face was so forced that I almost laughed out loud.

I gave Gally a hard stare. "Glad we got that out of the way." Another roll of the eyes. "Reason we're here is because almost every lovin' kid in the Glade has come up to me in the last day or two either boohooing about Thomas or beggin' to take his bloody hand in marriage. We need to decide what we're gonna do with him."

Gally leaned forward, but I cut him off before he could say anything.

"You'll have your chance Gally. One at a time. And Tommy, you're not allowed to say a buggin' thing until we ask you to. Good that?" I wait for a nod of consent from Thomas then pointed to the kid in the chair on the far right. "Zart the Fart, you start."

There were a few snickers as Zart, the quiet big guy who watched over the Gardens, shifted in his seat. He looked to Thomas more out of place than a carrot on a tomato plant.

"Well" Zart began, his eyes darting around almost like he was waiting for someone else to tell him what to say. "I don't know. He broke one of our most important rules. We can't just let people think that's okay." He paused and looked down at his hands, rubbing them together. "But then again, he's ... changed things. Now we know we can survive out there, and that we can beat the Grievers."

"Oh, give me a break," Gally spurts. "I bet Minho's the one who actually got rid of the stupid things."

"Gally, shut your hole!" I yell. I'm the bloody Chair right now, and if I hear one more buggin' word out of turn from you, I'll be arrangin' another Banishing for your sorry butt."

"Please," Gally whispers sarcastically, the ridiculous scowl returning as he slouched back into his chair again.

I motion to Zart. "Is that it? Any official recommendations?"

Zart shook his head.

"Okay. You're next, Frypan."

Frypan smiles sittingup straighter. "Shank's got more guts than I've fried up from every pig and cow in the last year." He paused, as if expecting a laugh, but none came. "How stupid is this-he saves Alby's life, kills a couple of Grievers, and we're sitting here yappin' about what to do with him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk."

"So what're ya recommendin'?" I ask really done with everything.

Frypan folds his arms. "Put him on the freaking Council and have him train us on everything he did out there."

Voices erupted from every direction, and it takes me half a minute to calm everyone down. I wince Frypan had gone too far with that recommendation, almost invalidating his well-stated opinion of the whole mess.

"All right, writin' her down," I say as I  scribble it on a notepad. "Now everyone better  keep their bloody mouths shut. I mean it. You know the rules-no idea's unacceptable-and you'll all have your say when we vote on it." I point to the next person.

"I don't really have an opinion," he says.

"What?" I ask angrily. "Lot of good it did to choose you for the Council, then."

"Sorry, I honestly don't." He shrugs."If anything, I agree with Frypan, I guess. Why punish a guy for saving someone's life?"

So you do have an opinion—is that it?” I insist.

The kid nodded and I scribble a note.

Next was Winston, Keeper of the Blood House. “I think he should be punished. No offense, Greenie, but Newt, you’re the one always harping about order. If we don’t punish him, we’ll set a bad example. He broke our Number One Rule.”

“Ok." I say writing on my pad. “So you’re recommendin’ punishment. What kind?”

“I think he should be put in the Slammer for a week with only bread and water—and we need to make sure everyone knows about it so they don’t get any ideas.” Winston shrugs.

Gally claps, earning a scowl from me.

Two more Keepers spoke, one for Frypan’s idea, one for Winston’s. Then it was my turn.

“I agree with the lot of ya. He should be punished, but then we need to figure out a way to use him. I’m reservin’ my recommendation until I hear everyone out. Next." I say.

Down the line they went. Some thought he should be praised, some thought he should be punished. Or both.

Finally I say. "Gally. Your turn."