Newt imagines 2

The gladers

This isn't based off an episode, so I hope it is alright. There is quite a lot of skipping between different POVs, so I've just used ~~~ to indicate a change. Enjoy :)

Grimo stroked his beard and whinced. His shoulder still burnt from the musket that bloody Glader had shot into him weeks ago. "If our plan is to work, we need the gladers out of the picture." He said to Fornier, the vile man was leant up against the far wall of the barn, still in his uniform.
Gaston, the kings brother, who they had pulled from the Bastille was at the other end of the barn. Complaining yet again by his falling standard of living.
"There is one way to break them, Mesiour Lucian." Fornier smiled.
"What?" Grimo barked, clenching his fist. He needed the Gladers so wrecked that any idea of them drawing a gun was painful.
"There is a certain someone. A woman. Who is very important to them all."
"You think we should kill her?" Grimo growled, frustrated that despite Nadeau's death he needed the red guard's help.
Fornier shook his head. "No, they'll come for revenge if we do that. I have another idea though, and I know just the day to do it."

~~~

I flung open the bedroom door and stared down at Chuck. "How do I look?"
Chuck's little eyes went wide and he gulped, the small bouquet of flowers still in his hand. He fluttered and stumbled for the words. "Very white."
I rolled my eyes, that was the point of a wedding dress. Mine was hardly pure white as well. I had mixed around with ths corset quite alot, eventually finding the one I liked. And I liked it very much.
"Do you think Newt will like it?" I quizzed him, unsure if I had gone far too over the top.
Chuck nodded, his eyes not shrinking slightly. "He'll love it."
"Good." I sighed resting a hand on my abdomen. "I guess we head to the church then." My voice little more than a whisper.
"Don't we need Thomas." Chuck asked, tossing his flowers in the air and catching them again. I squeezed my hand, those were expensive, I did not want to know how long he had been practicing that for.
"Thomas is meeting us at the church." I said, popping behind the door to grab a shawl.
"Then why I am here?" Chuck protested. I smiled behind the door, I hadn't quite told him the true name of his role yet, because I knew he would back out. However now it was too late.
"Because he's a bridesmaid and you're a flower girl. Now come on we need to go." I was so nervous that my hands were all sweaty as I fumbled with the lock, and followed Chuch down the stairs and into the open air of Paris. A black carriage, with two gorgeous horses were already waiting for me. The driver got off his seat and pulled his hat of his head. He had dark hair, a stubbled beard and by the looks of it a bad shoulder. "Mad'am. My name is Mesiour Lucian and I am your driver."
I gave him a smile and huddled up my dress. "Nice to meet you mesiour." And I hurdled myself and Chuck into the back and the horses set on their way.
"Its going to be weird you two actually being married." Chuck pointed out.
My hands were shaking so badly I had to clasp them together on my lap. "I can't wait." My smile grew. "This is all I've wanted for years now. I'm so nervous."
Chuck rolled his eyes, still clinging to his flowers. "So is Newt."
I laughed, at least I wasn't the only one.
I turned and watched out the window of the carriage, pushing back the lonely scrap of cloth that acted as a curtain. The sun was shining brightly over Paris, the city market roaring up hustling and chattering over the houses. I was glad I had come to Paris, for more than one reason.

I saw the church, tall and towering over the streets. It's gloomy windows seemed to have lit up, and its doors were wide open and waiting, a small vase of flowers just outside. I had been so reluctant to get married in there, but now I was desperate to run inside and jump into my beloved's arms. The horse's clattering feet sped up and the carriage swerved to the left.
I gasped and jumped to the window as the carriage pulled down an alleyway and the church vanished from sight. My heart pounded in my chest.

~~~
Newt rubbed his neck as he glanced down the long stretch of isle that separated him and her... wherever she was! They should be doing vows by now.
He glanced at Alby and his friends standing behind him, Gally, Minho and Thomas lingering at the entrance.
Alby stood prouder in his brown and blue uniform, and gave him a nod. "She will be here."
He bit his shaking lip as Thomas marched down the isle towards him. "Where is she?" Newt tapped his foot on the tiles. The priest was in the far corner, still learning his lines or reading his bible. It was hard for Newt to work out which.
"She'll be here." Alby assured him.
Thomas sighed, his hands on his hips. "She's a woman, she'll have ran over doing her make up and dress."
Newt peeled a chunk off his lip, creating a spring of blood from the soft skin. Y/n wasn't like that. She wouldn't run over on her make up, she rarely wore the stuff. He took a deep breath and cleared his mind. "You're right." It was their wedding day, she was allowed to be late for make up and dress stuff. "I just hope the carriage man has turned up."
Thomas clapped his shoulder. "You two have planned this day down to the tee, I think she'll be fine."
Newt nodded. "I hope so."