Newt imagines 2

The gladers

Newt smiled wearily and pointed to the scribbles on the paper. He had a small scab on his lip and a healing cut on his cheek, his eyes were tired. He shouldn't have gone on see Pirelle last night, it's all too much. Especially seeing as he didn't sleep a wink. I looked down at the notes he had made. "Pirelle said to bathe your tools in hot water before operating." Newt said.
I frowned. "Why?"
Newt shrugged, this crest with the corn, the glader symbol, had a long scratch down it from yesterday. "He believes it's a blessing from God."
I rolled my eyes and Newt chuckled. "Don't I've spent four evenings with that nutter."
I slapped his shoulder. "Newt! He's a high educated physician! Most people would die to spend their evenings listening to his wisdom."
He wrapped his arms round my mid section, resting his chin on my shoulder and staring up at my cheek. "But all I want to do is spend my evenings with you..."
I gaged at his cheesiness. "Please stop."

"What's he doing to you?" Minho walked in smirking. "And you sure you want him to stop?" Minho was holding a bundle wrapped in brown with a white string round the four edges.
Newt scowled at Minho, pulling his head off my shoulder. "What do you want Minho?!"
Minho held out the bundle. "A packaged arrived by some stupid red guard, quivering in his cheap ass boots." Minho said, again wearing his new ones, he had clearly spent a lot of the night brushing off the mud. "And it's from the queen."
I jumped up grabbing the package, looking at the tag, but I only saw random lines, still unable to read. Newt leant over my shoulder peering down at it, anxiously waiting for me to open it. "What is it?"
I blushed and shoved it away in a cupboard. "Oh, it's nothing." I brushed a strand of hair out my face, the two guys giving each other weird looks.
Newt sighed aware he wasn't going to have an answer and started to pack up his sheets. "I better be off." He mumbled, and left.

Minho pointed a thumb at Newt, raising an eyebrow.
I shook my head. "He's just tired."

"Y/n!!" A voice boomed from the room above my kitchen, Minho and I both rolled our eyes.
"You better get going, he's in a grump this morning." Minho said also leaving.
I took the balcony steps up to 'captain' Alby's office, he still had the broken chair outside that I had waited for my interview on. I opened the door, forgetting to knock. Alby was inside, slumped at his desk, he wasn't wearing his glader leathers or his hat. He had his shirt loosely thrown on, the ties at the front undone all the way to his belly button. His trousers were from yesterday, splattered in mud round the ankles. A large mug of ale he must have stolen overnight - another reason to move to the garrison, stop pesky gladers stealing the alcohol.
He chugged down the mug and refilled. "Sit." He barked kicking out the chair with his bare feet.

I took my seat amazed at Alby, he was never lazy, disorganised and certainly never drunk. "Are you drunk?" I stated, knowing he was absolutely pissed.
He nodded, wiping his dribbling lower lip. He threw a piece of paper across the desk. "I got a shuckin' letter from the red guards this Mornin'"
I picked up the envelope, pulled out the letter wishing I could read. "And?"
He took another very long swig, he was worst than the trainees. "The king's gone into hiding, thinks the whole world wants him killed." Alby belched and groaned clutching his head with one hand. "He will only see Rochefort, who has only gone and shuckin' anointed himself as head of the red guards!"
I frowned. None of this was such dreadful news it meant getting drunk two hours after dawn. The King was more childlike anyway, so Paris wouldn't suffer him going into hiding. And Rochefort.... Yeah he was dodgy, but head of the red guards... That's more of an insult that anything. "So?"

"He's got all the power!" Alby shouted making the windows tremble. He sighed and groaned another long noise. "He got me demoted."
My eyes flew open and I coughed for a moment. "What?!"
Alby nodded his head, leaning back in his chair. I thought I saw tears swelling up in his eyes. "The King blames me for yesterday's disaster, so I'm no longer the captain, I'm just and ordinary glader like them shuckin' babies outside."