TMR Gally - hate him love him

overprotecting

Gally's POV

I keep watching her until she closes the door of the hut. Thomas shoots me a vile look, but doesn't say anything. Alby frowns "Gally what is going on? You seem... more tense than usual." Like from when before she arrived. I look back at Thomas. "She's injured and needs to rest. Not entertain some Shanks, she only accepted the invitation to.." I look at my clenched fists. Alby groans "To make you jealous? Really Gally? Look around. All dudes. She can't talk to anyone that is not a guy. Hang out with friends? guys. Work together? more guys." No need to keep rubbing it in Alby... "Do you think I don't know that? Take a look at the bunch of Shanks in the Pit Alby, forgot about them? Because I didn't. I don't see her pulling a knife on anyone in the state she's in right now." I can't let her out of my sight, she wouldn't even be in the forest if not for that stupid bet...Minho places a hand on my shoulder, showing his support. "You're protecting her. We get it. But..." I look at him "But what?" Thomas gets up, still looking angry at me. "In doing that, you're hurting her the most. You can't decide everything for her, hell you don't even let her walk. She's stronger than you think." He storms off, almost throwing his empty plate at Frypan. She asked me to help him. I sigh, try to relax and look at Newt. "You always have an opinion on everything. Let's hear it." He sips from his cup of water first. "I think you're both right. You by saying she needs to rest now, and Thomas by saying she's strong, and smart enough to make her own choices. Protecting her is good. Overprotecting her..." Minho chuckles. "She'd kill you before letting that happen mate." 

Frypan keeps shooting weird looks at me as I do the dishes. I've never done this before, I was a Builder from day one. I just keep scrubbing the plates, working as fast as I could. She would have finished by now... I start scrubbing one of the pots when Fry clears his throat. "Yes Fry?" He stops drying the plates. "Why are you doing this again? I mean, I appreciate the help, I really do. But...You've never..." I smirk a bit. "Athena asked me too. Figured it was either me or she, and she needs to rest." I rinse of the pot and grab the next one. This is kind of calming work to do. No wonder she likes it. "She is too good for this place. Cheering everyone up with a song, helping everyone, doing all sorts of little things but really helping out... I mean, I haven't had a clean shirt in weeks, I don't have time to do wash my shirts every time they get dirty. Which is everyday." I smile, thinking about how her hands were all shriveled up from the water. "She really is what we needed. Can't believe I doubted that when I saw her for the first time, storming out of the Med-Jack hut." Even than, she looked fierce. Fry laughs "Yeah, I remember. And how she jumped on the table to throw her boot. Never saw that one coming either." We both chuckle at the memory. I sigh and put the last pot down. "She really got me good. Look at me, doing the dishes." Fry pats me on the shoulder "Love man, love. Does weird things to a man. Now get out of my Kitchen, you're done here." He grins at me, opening the door for me. "See you at breakfast tomorrow. Take good care of her."

Athena's POV

I woke up and decided to get some air, sitting in front of the hut, enjoying the last rays of sunshine before the sun disappears behind the Walls. I see Gally leaving the Kitchen, wiping his hands dry on his pants. He actually did help Fry. I smile a little. I still felt weak, and tired, but I'm not annoyed by him anymore. He really just wants to keep me safe, even if that means getting angry at... well everyone. Including me. He sees me and waves, starting to jog. I wave back. "Hi Shank. Enjoy doing the dishes?" He just smiles and let's himself fall down on his knees beside me, his hand cupping my face. "C'mere you" Pressing his lips against mine. Soft and sweet. I kiss him back, feeling myself smiling. "What's that for?" he sits down and pulls me in his lap. "Because I acted like a total Slinthead and I deserve to loose our bet because of it." He kisses me again, a bit harder this time. "And because you're so beautiful." I feel my insides flutter, a tingling sensation spreading from my chest. "Mmm okay. Keep talking." He chuckles, lifts me up and walks back inside. "You're smart. Kind. Selfless, which annoys me most of the times, because you need to eat and get medical attention as well." I raise an eyebrow, glaring at him a bit as he lays me down on the bed. "You're also very stubborn. Have a mind of your own..." He starts to untie my boots and grins. "Sometimes, you snore. But in a cute way, not too loud." I roll my eyes "I do not. You do, in a not so cute way. No wonder they didn't want you in the Homestead..." He groans and takes off my second boot. "You're witty, even more sassy than Minho, and that's saying something." I laugh, yeah that's just bad... "You know you have a voice, but you can dance as well." I unbuckle my own pants, he pulls it down carefully. I grab a blanket and throw it over me, waiting for him to get ready for bed himself. But he just keeps sitting there, at the end of the bed. "Gal? are you... okay?" He nods and unties his boots, kicking them to the side. Then he unbuckles his belt, looking at me, waiting. "I don't mind. Seen you in your boxers before." But a small blush started rising from my cheeks. I remember every moment from the pond... He lays down next to me in the bed, I lift the blanket so he can get underneath it. He smells like wood and... well like himself.