Gally Imagines

=FORTY-FIVE= Dream or Memory? (Part 1)

You smiled then rolled over and slowly opened your eyes expecting to see Gally. Instead, you were met with the emptiness of his side of the pillow. Frowning, you sat up. 

"Gally?" you called, looking around the room.

He wasn't there, and his Runner's vest was gone.

Your frown deepened. Where was he? Had he really left without waking you up and saying goodbye? You swung your legs over the side of the bed and began pulling your shoes on. Things had been going so well last night! What had happened?

The moment you exited the hut you guessed, by the angle of the sun, that you had missed catching the Runners before they went into the Maze. You stood where you were, not really wanting to think what might have happened to make Gally leave like that, and not wanting to go to work in the Garden or the kitchen. Thankfully it was still during breakfast, so you had a little time left to eat.

~Time Lapse~

"So, the Runners already left, huh?" you asked, sitting down next to Chuck.

"Yeah," he responded, confirming what you already knew. "They left a while ago. Oh, guess what? I finished this!" he added, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the wooden figure of a little boy, grinning, obviously pleased with himself.

"Wow, that came out pretty good," you said, genuinely impressed.

"That's what Thomas said," Chuck's smile widened. "It's for my parents. When we get out of here."

You smiled softly, staring down at your plate, thinking.

"I don't remember them," he admitted, "But I like to think that my mom is like you, and my dad is like Thomas."

Everyone knew the adoring admiration that Chuck held for Thomas, including you, and you smiled. "Now don't be getting any ideas," you said. "I'm with Gally."

"I know, and that's the way it's supposed to be," said Chuck simply.

"You sound really sure of yourself," you replied, a bit taken aback, surprised that a twelve-year-old could be so utterly sure about your relationship with Gally. "How do you know that that's the way it's supposed to be?"

"Because," he said. "You two are made for each other." He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "It's like mashed potatoes and gravy, or grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. You can't have one without the other, it just isn't right."

You gazed into the distance, thinking about what Chuck had just said. It was as if he knew that you and Gally were meant to be together, just like you knew that the sky was blue and the grass was green. You smiled. It was reassuring to say the least.

"Y/N." You looked up to see Newt walking over to where you and Chuck were sitting. "Alby said that you could go back to work. As a Builder."

Joy flooded up from inside of you, and you stood up quickly. "Really?!"

He nodded, smiling.

"Yes!" you yelled in happy triumph. "Finally!"

~Time Lapse~

With a quick glance towards the gap between the Maze Doors, you pushed the fallen hair out of your face as you struggled to remove a nail from one of the sloppily-placed boards. With an upwards jerk from the back of the hammer, you were finally able to lift the nail out of the wood, freeing it. The board wobbled beneath you a little as you leaned forward to retrieve the nail before it rolled off of the Bloodhouse roof and onto the ground below. Catching it, you glanced up towards the Doors once more. It was getting late; dinner would be ready soon and...and the Doors would be closing soon. You tried to start in on another nail, but your eyes wouldn't remain on the work. Suddenly you caught the sight of movement, and figures began immerging from the Maze Doors.