TMR Gally - hate him love him

the laundry

Athena's POV

"You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do
Get out of here and get me some money too" 

I was bored, singing while kneading the dough for the quiche Fry wanted to make for lunch. Letting my voice sound the way I felt, low, slow. angry even.

"You're sittin' there wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?  I ignore Fry looking at me as I set the dough aside and start cleaning up the flour. 

"Get out of here, get me some money too" I saw Gally walking past, his tool belt hanging low on his hips, his shirt starting to stick against his skin. wow... No. He's an idiot. A very good looking one...

"If you had prepared twenty years ago 

You wouldn't be out wanderin' from door to door 

Why don't you do right, like some other men do? " I need to get him off my mind. He lied. I can't trust him. Even if he did it to protect me...
"Get out of here and get me some money too"

Bark wanders into the kitchen, laying down in his regular spot underneath the table. I instantly feel a little better.

"Get out of here, get me some money too..." 

"Why don't you do right, like some other men do
Like some other men do..." 

I almost drop the eggs I was holding when a siren started screaming. What the shuck is that? Frypan snickers as he sees me looking terrified. "No worries Greenie. It's the Box, supplies come up every week, and every month, they add a Greenie. It's just supplies now." Then he looks at the counter and all the chopped vegetables. "You know, I can do without you for a while. Why don't you go and help them?" But I don't trust his nonchalant tone. He's up to something. "Help who? who unloads the Box?" He starts pushing me out of the Kitchen. "Doesn't matter, they could use an extra brain" he chuckles softly "They really could." He shuts the door behind me, but opens it again to let Bark out. I sigh "Fine.. Let's go buddy." I start walking towards the Box, the siren finally stops as the metal doors open. There are a few Gladers there, but they seem to waiting on something. Or someone. Just as I lean in to look over the edge inside the Box, someone grabs the back of my shirt. Well, his shirt. "Careful little Greenie, you don't want to fall in." Gally. I spin around and step back, away from him. I now recognize the Gladers standing around the opening of the Box. they're Builders. The Builders unload the Box... "I'm gonna kill him..." I mutter under my breath, Fry is never going to hear the end of this. "Kill who?" I look at one of the Builders closest to me. Alex smiles at me, he's one of the kind ones. "Fry... Nevermind. What do you want me to do?" He looks at Gally, waiting for orders. of course, he's the Keeper, he calls the shots.  But he's not my Keeper. "You really want to help?" I nod, he shrugs. "Help these chuck-faces sort the supplies, tools with tools, livestock, plants and seeds... " Then he looks at no one in particular "Listen to what she says, move the boxes to where she wants them. Greg, you're with me." He jumps in the Box, a short brownhaired boy with a scar on his cheek jumps after him. Greg picks up crates, hand them to Gally, who lifts them up above his head, out of the Box. Those biceps... Two boys take them from him and set them down for me to look at. I got three Builders waiting for me to tell them in which pile I want the crates. I even tried to pick one of the smaller crates up myself, but they were quick with taking it out of my hands, glancing over at the opening of the Box. They don't want Gally to see me lift anything. "Trackhoo pile... clothes and shoes, over there. Medecine... Put this next to the one with clothes." When the building supplies came up, they seemed to know what to do with that, piling it up at the side closest to the Builder hut. I looked over the edge again, to see how much stuff is left. Only to be hit in the face with a shirt. "EY! What the..." I rip the piece of fabric from my face. Dark blue. Gally smirks at me, flexing his pecks once. I felt myself getting red. "You stink Gally." He laughs. "I would've showered if you hadn't pulled that knife on me." some of the boys go 'oooh'. I cross my arms in front of my chest, trowing the shirt back in his face. "That was this morning. Smells like didn't shower for weeks." More hoots and laughs from the boys. Gally glares at me, I smirk, knowing I had won. 

It took another hour or so to get all the crates in the right places. I just start going through the clothes, there has to be something for me. So that I can get out of Gally's shirt. I find a beige shirt, smaller then all the others. And some underwear, clearly not meant to fit a Glader. Thank god I found it first. "Greenie?" I shriek and drop the clothes I was holding. "Klunk, let me help you with that..." Gally picks up a piece of underwear, looking at it curious. I yank it out of his hand and start picking up the other pieces frantically. "I don't need your help." I storm off, not thinking about where I was going, just enraged by Gally and his stupid mood swings. I slam the door and start folding the clothes, putting it in the crate Gally had emptied for me earlier... I went to his hut. my hut? I freeze, and look around. Of all the places in the Glade, I went back to Gally's hut to put away my clothes and to change. I've got some serious issues to work through. I sit down on the bed and close my eyes for a second. It smells like him here. I lift up the brown shirt, trowing it onto the pile of dirty clothes and put on the clean beige shirt. Oh it really fits nicely. I didn't hear the door open and close, I notice Gally only because the thumps against the chair. "What do you want Gally?" He scowls at me and steps towards me, pulling me up from the bed, holding me close against him. "You know bloody well what I want, little." my insides are melting... he didn't put his shirt back on after finishing unloading the Box, a musky smell coming off his skin. "Do I need to pull that knife again or are you going to let go of me, you liar." I bite at him, avoiding his gaze. His features soften, but he's still holding me firmly against him, almost lifting me off my feet. "I want you to shut up and kiss me." my knees just turned to jelly, his voice so soft but so... dangerous. I'm glad he's holding me. "No." He looks annoyed, almost as annoyed as I must look to him. His hands creep up under my shirt, his warmth burning on my skin. "You can't stay mad at me forever..." I find my strength again. a little bit. Everything in my body screamed at me to pull his lips to mine and wrap myself around him. "Watch me." I whisper in his ear angrily, before I shove him away from me. I pick up all the dirty clothes and walk outside. He forgot to show me how to wash them... I ignore that thought. How hard can it be to wash some damn clothes in a stream? "Take a bloody shower!" I stomp away. 

Newt's POV

I see Athena sitting on the edge of the stream next to a couple of shirts. "Hi Greenie. What are you doing?" She keeps rubbing the fabric in between her hands, as if she's angry at the shirt itself. "Trying to get the blood out." The blue and green shirt I gave her where hanging on some twine that she had strung between two trees. Smart girl. "You're going to need some rough salt to get that out. The med-jacks have some, they use it to wash out the bandages. I'll get you some." she's still mad...Gally really hurt her feelings. I walk over to the hut where Clint was giving Alex a wet cloth to hold against the bruise on his jaw. "Rough day?" He scoffs. "Gally is in one of his moods again. Like before she came up in the Box." I stop searching for the salt. "Gally did that?" he nods and an idea starts forming in my head. I'm going to need Alby for this one. "Alex tell me everything." 

With the jar of salt in my hand, I walk back to where Athena was scrubbing the red shirt. "Here you go. Are you going to be okay here?" I look at the pile of dirty clothes. "Uhm... did that just get bigger while I was gone?" She looks up, a bit of sweat pearling on her forehead. "Yeah, Alby asked me to his laundry as well. And Chuck. And... Well I just went around with a basket and started picking up clothes in the Homestead." I glance back over to the pile and recognize one of my own shirts. "Are you sure you want to do all of...?" she got up, and places her hands on my shoulders, looking up to look me in the eyes. "I can't help Fry, I don't have a Keeper, I'm not bothering anyone. No one is bothering me. Let me pull my weight and do something useful. Please." I look down at the knife strapped on her thigh. she's got a point there... "I'll be working at the grape vines, right over there." I point to the field. "If anything happens, if you need anything..." She smiles, sitting back down on her knees to start rubbing the salt on the bloodstains. "Then I'll wave, or scream. Probably get it myself." she smiles at me, but her eyes look sad. "Now get to bloody working, lazy shank." I chuckle, she's going to keep imitating my accent. but I kinda like it.  I walk over to where Tim was working on the grapevines.  He looks at me confused "Hi Newt.. I thought you were plucking tomatoes today?" I look over my shoulder, I can keep an eye on her from here. "uhm no, not today. I would like to switch, if you don't mind?" He looks at me with a puzzled expressing on his face, but then shrugs and walks away, to go pluck tomatoes. "Athena, the things you make me do..." I glance in her direction, she's hanging the red shirt over the line to dry. I could get used to watching her while I work...