Newt imagines 2

The Gladers

"The day we die, is the same as any other day."
"That's rather morbid." Newt said, plopping down on the mattress besides me, placing a small kiss to my knee, running his hand up and down my leg. "What are you reading?" He peered over the edge of my paper.
"Well now that I can basically read." I chuffed, incredibly proud of myself. "Anne suggested I read the bible, which of course I refused so she said this was the next best book - its poetry."
Newt raised an eyebrow. He had been rather hesitant about Brenda teaching me to read, the writing classes still yet to happen. It had taken many squabbles between the two, until Thomas finally convinced Newt that Brenda only had her best intentions for me. Which then revealed that Brenda and Thomas had been spending nights together, alone, that unfortunately resulted in one very expensive keg vanishing.
"Do you understand it?" Newt asked, slipping up the bed, resting his hand on my back.
I snorted. "Does anyone understand poerty?"
He eased the paper out my hands, pulling me to lie down opposite him. All his hair fell to the side of his face, rolling over the soft pillow. I ran a finger down his nose, we had talked more about his illness during the war. He had opened up a lot more, and I think it did him good to talk about it, there seemed to be less weight on his shoulders. "You should read the great tales of a beautiful woman by Newt the best glader to ever live."
I punched him in the shoulder. "Arrogant ass." He made a donkey noise, and I rolled onto my back laughing. "Worst bit is you would suite donkey ears."
His hand ran over my stomach. "Imagine you giving birth to little donkeys."
I gagged and pretended to vomit over the edge of the bed. "You are disgusting!"
"You're the one going to marry said disgusting." He said, stretching his arms up at the ceiling.
"Yes biggest mistake of my life." I giggled as Newt's eyes flared up and he pounced at me, tackling me to the mattress. "Newt!" I yelped,
***
Chuck hurdled the unusual abundance of letters at me across the kitchen table. I scrambled to gather them all, scoulding the silly boy. Sometimes it was as though he was my own child - annoying as one.
I sorted through them, having to place a finger under each word as I careful spelt it out loud before being able to actually speak it. Most of them were bills, a couple death threats, more spite from the red guards... and ah, one with a hand writing I recognised addressed to simply 'The Gladers'.
"Chuck, can you chop those carrots?" I asked of him as I took the letter out to the men.

Minho and Thomas were learning to juggle, a few of the many circus tricks they performed to earn an extra coin. Thomas tossed his bag of coins into the air and I snatched it up before he could. "And that will pay for all your food." I said, tipping it into my own pouch of coins. "And you!" I pointed at Minho, holding my flat palm out. "You're by far the most expensive to feed."
"What about that slinthead?" Minho whined, gesturing to Gally who was talking to the greenies.
"He's second most expensive, the pair of you eat and drink for days." I took his coins too, and went over to Newt.
He had been avoiding most of the training recently, his foot not healing at the rate we had prayed for. He was currently grooming the horses. "Good to see you charging these chubby buggers." He whispered kissing the peak of my head.
"This came for you." I held him out the letter. He had clearly being mucking out the horses at one point, straw dust settled in his air. I leant forwards picking out the straw and dusting him down. He was a state, the laundry maids would gut me when I took those boots for a clean.
"It says we are all to ride out and meet a Spanish ambassador and bring him to the castle."
"On who's orders?" Gally said emerging from the crowd of greenies. Ben, and Adam gazing up at him in awe. I couldn't wait till they were training greenies, then they would understand how stupid they looked.
"Alby's." Newt said. "It's got his seal, I could recognise that from anywhere."
I smiled, it was easy to forget how close they were now that Alby spent most his time in the palace.
"Right." Gally said shrugging on his jacket. "We had better be going." They all headed for the horses.
"Newt!" I called him back over. "One last piece." I pulled the last strand of straw from his hair.
"Thank you love." He kissed my head. "We'll be back for dinner.... oh and yourname?"
"Yes?" I said, heading back to my kitchen as he swung onto his horse. "I'm going to take you out after dinner. Wear a dress." He laughed gesturing to my legs, which were gowned in trousers.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Do I have a say in this?"
Newt scoffed, bringing his horse besides me. "Never." A smirk creeping onto his cherry lips. He leant down, his lips seeming rather attractive. I simply bieded my time as the distance horses hooves got louder. The reins were suddenly yanked, and Newt almost tumbled off head first. A laughing Minho dragging him off. "Come on lover boy or we will get nothing done."
My sides ached with laughter as I witnessed Gally's face as they all turned and rode off. My stupid boys, I brushed down my trousers, and marched back inside to see what battlefield Chuck had made of my carrots.
***
I had just returned from informing a wife with her family of four children, that she was now a widow when I reached the Garison. I felt disgusting, completely and utterly useless, and also a little spoilt. Yes, my fiance had returned from the war wounded and not mentally sound, but I still had him and we still desperately loved each other.
I paused and scratched my temple. There was a different horse in the stables. One that rarely visited now. "I thought the king would be give you a luxurious, leather carriage to visit us." I said, stomping up the steps to the balcony where Alby leaned over the balcony, Ben and Chuck stood timidly behind him.
"Good to see you too." Alby stated, not bothering to look at me. He had a folded piece of letter in his hands. "Y/n?"
"Hmmm?" I hummed, flipping the bedding sheet I had hung over the rails this morning.
"This letter came for the others this morning, did they follow it?"
I frowned, leaning over his shoulder and slowly mouthing out the words, having to read aloud ones here and there. I was getting much better at this reading. "Of course, they always follow your orders."
"These aren't mine." Alby snapped, tossing the letter into the mud. "I didn't write this, someone forged this."
My heart pounded in my ears, and my vision blurred for second intervals. "Someone tricked them?"
Alby nodded, making for the steps. "Mount up, we head after them. I fear they had been led into a trap."
I raced down the stairs after Alby, sliding through the muddy patch in the centre. "I'm coming with you." It was probably the last thing I needed after the news I just delivered - I should be sitting in my kitchen with a cup of tea and trying to distract myself - but I couldn't, I needed to help them find Newt.
"No." Alby said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. "Stay here, if you get hurt then Newt will kill me and most likely himself."
"That's his problem, mine is trying to save him right now." I retorted slipping onto the back of my cob.
***
The ground had quaked so loud that the horses had reared and screamed as we approached the designated meeting area at full speed. There were flickers of fire on the crumpled wooden building, the whole thing have concaved in on itself. I swung off my horse the moment I got close.
Thomas was there already, he came running up to me. "I just got here, the red guards pulled me back to the palace, I was attacked." He whinced as the cut on his face was stretched and bled more. "I can't find the others... I think they're in there...."
My ears pounded and the rest of his word turned to a dull ring. I stared at the collapsed building, the wooden beams shattered lay across bricks and chunks of plaster. "No..." It barely left my lips, until the scream tore through me. "Newt!" I dove for the heap, pulling, taring, scrambling through the mess desperate to find something of him. Only one thought in my head, what if he is dead?!
"Help her!" Alby shouted, dismounting his horse and racing to my side.
All the greenies, clambered onto the heap, everyone desperately trying to uncover the three gladers - my Newt. That continuous thought in my head, going round and round, spiralling me down. I didn't notice the tears pouring down my face until Thomas grabbed my shoulder and guided me away. He sat me on a rock, as I hugged myself and cried. Slowly everyone gave up searching and all fell back to me, but they couldn't look me in the eye.
I sat there sobbing on the one thought. I wasn't ever going to get a wedding just a funeral. I sobbed harder.
"They were valiant soldiers." Alby mumbled, his own eyes watering. I paused from my sobbing, we were all leaking from our eyes, Gladers rarely leaked from their eyes.