TMR Gally - hate him love him

snails

Athena's POV

I watch in silence as Clint and Jeff work together to prepare some sort of slimy ointment, with herbs that would supposedly slow the infection so that my body could heal. "Alright Greenie. Let me see that finger." Clint smiles reassuringly at me, holding the mixture. "Are you sure about that Clint? Smells... interesting." He rubs it gently on the cut, making sure it covers it completely. I wince a little, it stings. He looks at my face, seeing my expression. "Sorry about that, I'll feel better soon as it dries. I'm going to bandage you're arm to your body, to make sure you..." he smirks a bit "... don't lift a finger." I roll my eyes, but smile. It's a stupid joke, but a good one. "Is that really necessary? I'm with Alby, he's not going to.." "You called?" I turn around seeing Alby in the doorway. "Oh hi. Thought you were going to wait for me at the Kitchen?" He smiles briefly. "You're taking your sweet time. What's going on?" Jeff sighs and leans against the cupboards. "She's questioning everything we do, refusing to wear a mitella. Talking back." He snapped at me in particular. I just blow him a raspberry and turn back to Alby. "Greenie, let them do their job. We got our own job to do... No, no protesting. Let Clint do... whatever he wanted to do." I sigh and let Clint wrap a bandage over my shoulder and around my waist, really tying my arm to my body. After he's done, he pats me on the head. "Good girl." I show him my teeth and jump of the table, earning a laugh from him. "See ya later Greenie. Hopefully at lunch and not here again." This time, I let out a giggle. "Tired of patching me up already? Auwtsch." I smile at him before following Alby out of the Med Jack hut. We cross the Glade, going to the Bloodhouse. Alby isn't really a talker, so I'm a bit surprised when he does talk. "You shouldn't be flirting with Clint like that." I stop dead in my tracks. "I wasn't flirting. Clint is just a friend." I catch up with him, walking beside him. "Like Thomas, Newt, Minho... Shucking hell, like you Alby. Am I flirting with you too?" He doesn't look at me directly. "Okay maybe not. But still, you've got to be careful... could give off the wrong impression." I am at a loss for words.. "Alby did you not see me making out with Gally this morning? Because that's an impression I think most Gladers won't forget." He smirks. "You're right. Maybe you should... do that more often." I'm not telling Gally he said that. Now I'm laughing so hard, I can't believe that he just said that. "Sure, make it a show. Why not just shuck eachother at the Bonfire with all off you watching us, right?" Now he stops. "I wouldn't go that far Athena. I mean... That's not necessary. But..." I throw my hand up in the air, hating the mitella even harder for ruining my dramatic gesture.  "Alby, I wasn't serious. It's not going to happen, ever!" I stomp towards the Bloodhouse. "Get your head out of your fricking pants." I grumble at him. Can't believe he actually thought that as an option. 

"So... I'm going to... pet something. Alive." I tell Alby as he's talking to Winston, beside a half skinned cow hanging from a hook. I need some air... I walk into the fields were the livestock grazes. Sheep and cows and chickens, all wandering around. The chickens are the most interested in me, flocking around my feet. I can even pet some of them, but they peck at my hand, hoping I've got some grain. Or trying to eat me alive, also possible. "Hello." I look up at the boy with ginger hair. I don't even remember seeing him before. "Hi. I'm Athena." He chuckles a bit as he holds out his hand for me to shake. "I kinda knew that. I'm Lewis." I shake his hand, feeling a blush creeping towards my cheeks. "So... Looking to become a Slicer?" I look at him, probably with disgust all over my face. He laughs "Sorry, bad joke. I don't like the killing part either, most of the time I just clean stables and feed them." I smile, feeling bad for my previous reaction. Not all Slicers are bad. "I'm here with Alby, he's babysitting me." I shrug, like it's completely normal. Lewis answers my smile. "Hey you want to do something fun? I promise it's non-lethal and Alby-approved." I grin "Sounds boring, but sure. Why not?" 

I squeal as another chicken pecks my hand, annoyed at me trying to get the egg she's sitting on. Lewis is standing behind me, holding the basket. Laughing. I laugh as well, trying again. "Why are they so mad at me? Come on, show a fellow lady some love!" The chicken was not having any of it, so I turn around. "I think I might need a hand with this diva."  Lewis sets the basket down and lifts the animal up, so I could get the warm egg. "You were right, this is fun... AAH what the shuck!" The angry animal almost flew in my face, if I hadn't ducked I'm sure the chicken would have scratched my eyes out or something. "GREENIE!" Alby flings open the door of the henhouse, scaring most of the chickens away. "Oh hey Alby... Time to go?" He shoots me a glare, but then turns to Lewis. "Do your job Lewis. No fooling around." Lewis picks up the basket with the eggs and let's me pass him, giving me a wink. "Yes sir. Right away sir." I try not to laugh, but it showed on my face I'm sure of it. "Good luck with your chicks Lewis. Bye!" Alby nearly drags me through the Bloodhouse again, stepping out and slamming the door shut behind me. But his voice is calm. Way to calm. "Did you enjoy yourself? You don't look hurt." I stare at him. "Are you... You're not mad at all?" He chuckles. "No, I'm not. I need most off these shanks to think that I am. No slacking on the job." oh god I'm so relieved. "Oh waw you're convincing... But yeah, I did have fun. Chickens are... funny animals." He plucks something out of my hair and gives it to me. "You look like a chicken yourself Greenie, all those feathers in your hair. Minho is going to love that..." I laugh. I must look like a crazy person. "Oh no! He's not going to stop complaining about this." We walk over to the fields where the Trackhoe's grow most of our food. Maybe Gally can help me at lunch...If  that chicken doesn't kill me before that.

Newt's POV

I just arrived at the toolshed when Alby and Athena come around the corner. Thank chucking god Zart is watching the Creeps now, I almost missed seeing her here. "Hai Albs. Greenie. How's it going?" I frown when I see a couple of chicken feathers and a piece of straw in Athena's hair. "What have you been up to? Rolling around the hen house?" She smirks at me. "Can't blame a girl for wanting some female company once in a while..." Alby turns to the irrigation system, studying it. "I really ought to thank you Athena. Normally, some of the plants die during a heat like the last few days, but now..." She looks at the plants closest to her. "Those must be the biggest tomatoes I've ever seen." I chuckle. "Exactly. So thank you Greenie brains." I ruffle through her hair, making some of the feathers fall out. She's just too cute. "How's your finger?" She sighs, gesturing annoyed to her bandaged arm. "I'm tied up... to myself. Not really what I would've wanted but..." She shoots a look at Alby, still inspecting the system, talking to the Glader plucking tomatoes. "Oh no need to tell me, I know what you mean. It's only for a little while, before you know it you're back in the Kitchen." "Newt? How is going with the snails? Found a way to keep em off the plants?" I turn to Alby and shake my head, as I hear Athena mutter something. I turn back, Alby also getting closer to her. "What did you say?" She looks from me to ALby and back. "I have an idea, but..." "But what Greenie?" She grins "How much salt do you guys have? and there's another thing. But you're not going to like it..." 

"I can't believe we're going this. Salt around plants and burying bowls with Gally's beer?" Athena just rolls her eyes at the Glader. "Yeah yeah, he'll make more, don't worry about that, it's for a good... Newt! Look!" I shoot up and look at where she's pointing. A snail, shriveling up in the salt. Dying. "Bloody hell it works! How did you know??" "Maybe I used to live in a place like this before..." Alby is staring at one of the beer bowls. Another snail had slithered in it, and is turning around in the beer. "Uhm Greenie? We've tried this before with water, you can't drown a snail..." She walks over and looks at it. "But you can poison it with alcohol. They are lured by the smell, but they suck up all the liquid and die. Rather slowly, I image." One of the Gladers looks up at her, stopping with what he is doing. "Won't the salt spoil the plants?" she smiles "Yes, so don't do it to close, get fertilizer in between. Only do it again when it necessary to keep the snails from eating all the lettuce." she's incredible. "Athena you're heaven sent! Where were you all those bloody yea..." The siren makes us all cover our ears, except for Athena, who only has one hand to cover hers. I place my hands against the sides of her head, already over the shock of the loud noise. It's only the second time she's had to endure that shucking thing. I see Alby gesturing her to go, to coordinate the Builders unload the bloody thing. She turns around, and gives me a faint smile, mouthing 'thank you' before running off. I just sigh, watching her run. She's so elegant... Gally better treat her right.