Gally Imagines

=FORTY-ONE= Slim It!

=FORTY-ONE = Slim It!

You rolled over, deciding to get up rather than lay there for another half-hour. Your body had gotten used to waking up early while you and Thomas had been setting up the dinner for Gally, and you found that returning to sleep was going to take some getting used to.

The sun was just beginning to shine from over the brim of the Maze walls, and the sound of birds filled the air. You took in a breath of the fresh morning breeze and smiled. The quick sound of footsteps getting closer reached your ears, and just as you rounded the corner, slam! You were knocked off balance to the ground, landing hard on your right shoulder.

You grimaced and looked up to see Gally standing above you with an expression of subtle apology plastered across his face. "I—I'm really...I didn't..."

"It's okay, Gally," you said, sitting up. "Really, I'm fine."

You waited for him to reach a hand down to help you, but he just stood where he was. Then you noticed the perspiration that glistened on his forehead and neck, and the damp patches beneath his arms, shirt clinging to his chest. It was obvious that he had been running for a while in order to work up that much of a sweat.

You stood to your feet, realizing by now that he probably wouldn't help you up, and dusted the grass from your jeans, briefly rubbing the sore arm that had collided with the ground.

Gally shifted his weight uncomfortably. "Sorry," he mumbled finally, then took off running again before you had the chance to say anything.

Feeling somewhat confused and a bit hurt, you continued walking, casting glances at his retreating form. Even though you were half-way irritated at him, you couldn't help but notice how amazing he looked when he ran. With his strong, sturdy legs striking the ground, muscled arms swinging in perfect rhythm. You smiled despite yourself. It was only a matter of time before his memories returned, and you would make sure that you were there when they did.

You walked up to the Garden and stood by Newt—as he yanked at a stubborn weed growing between the grapevines—and gazed towards the Bloodhouse and the bustle of Builders around it.

"How's Gally getting on with the Builders?" you asked, unable to keep from talking about him.

"Horribly," Newt replied, "He remembers nothing. You'd think muscle memory would kick in or something, but so far it hasn't. Quite the opposite, really."

You were silent a moment, then you said, "It's only a matter of time, Newt. Gally will be back to his old self soon. You'll see."

Newt was silent for a long time as he shoved dirt away from the base of a tall weed; a silence that made you uneasy.

"Y/N, why don't you go and assist Frypan in the kitchen?" he suggested after a while. "I bet he could use some help with breakfast."

"I want to help with the Bloodhouse roof, Newt," you said, somewhat annoyed. "Why won't Alby let me help? It's my job!"

"I know, but what with everything that's happened with Gally, the kitchen would be a better choice for you right now," replied Newt, finally managing to tear the weed's roots from their hold on the dirt.

"What do you mean?" you asked. "Because as a girl I get in the way of the other Builders? Newt, Gally will get his memory back soon, and then—"

"Y/N, W|C|K|D| could have done more than just suppress his memories," he said interrupting you, a solemn expression crossing his face. "They could have wiped them."

"Newt...wha--what are you saying?" you stuttered, completely stunned at his unexpected comment.

"I just want you to be aware of the possibility. That's all."