Newt may not have been Sherlock Holmes (in fact he had no idea who that even was), but he was a good enough detective to know exactly where Ellia's clothes were. Well, he did not know, but he had a hunch... a pretty strong one. "Where are they?"
"What are you talkin' about?" Gally was playing dumb.... Well playing might not have been the word he would have used. Builders were good with their hands, but did not have a lot going on upstairs. He had really been surprised that was the best fit for Ellia. He supposed it was not fair to say that all builders were... ditzy ... just a good few of them.
"Come on, Gally... Just give 'em to me." The smile on Gally's face really irked him. Playful and light-hearted. Newt however was not in a gaming mood.
Gally's face changed quickly. If he was playing stupid, he was doing a good job. Gally did think it was funny at first, he thought that perhaps Newt did not have the tight leash on Ellia like he thought he did. He was pretty sure that 'they' was Ellia and someone.... Not something that he could hand over, "What?"
There was of course the possibility that Newt was wrong. The possibility that Gally was not the thief in the glade, but then again who else could it be? Gally was the only one he could think of that would have any reason to pull whatever kind of prank this was supposed to be. He of course did not find it funny at all (sure he benefited in a small way). He was getting quite annoyed with Gally's act and took a step closer to politely ask again.
"Newt?" The voice came out small and meek.
Newt was not expecting it and looked over at the smaller boy, "Yeah?"
Tim looked down and produced Ellia's clothes from behind his back. Newt was shocked (as was Gally who now knew what Newt had been talking about). Perhaps he had been a little too quick to jump to conclusions. He had been blind-sided by the culprit. He took the articles of clothing from him and sighed. It was in that moment that he realized Ellia had been right. Maybe he was taking some things out on Gally that was perhaps not entirely fair, "Sorry, Gally... for hitting you too." The last part was mostly a mumble and he was quick to head back to the washroom.
"Newt... you're not gonna tell her are you?" Tim was obviously feeling guilty. Newt was not sure why he did what he did, but he did have a soft spot for the youngest Glader.... Newt shook his head... he would let Tim do that himself.
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If There Is A Light
FanfictionHis whole being was not possessed by her, but at the moment his thoughts were. The number one thought was a personal goal: he would be the first one she spoke to. He would make sure of it. (Disclaimer: We don't own anything, but the OC... Also not g...