Carry On, Darling Chapter 3
A/N: Well I'm back with another chapter. This story is sticking with me for some reason so I figured I'd continue it along with the rest of the weird plot bunnies that seem to be surfacing out of my subconciousness. Well, things for Gally suck right now and for Maisie too even though she doesn't realize it. But she will. Soon enough. I'm trying to make it just a bit slow burn but not too much that it gets boring. Gally's sadness is hard to watch though. I want him happy sooner rather than later. –MoonlitShadow
The rain poured heavily down onto the Glade as Gally raced through the forest. Tears clouded his already soaked eyes as his boots pounded and broke apart the tree branches and fallen leaves that were scattered about the Deadhead's forest floor. He didn't know where he was going, or why but he did know that he needed to go. Somewhere. Anywhere. To get away from her. To get away from what they once were. Fate was a cruel mistress and apparently her name was Maisie. His beautiful Maisie. The one girl that he had ever loved in his entire life. His wife. His better half. She was here just as he always dreamt of, but wasn't at the same time. She had once again been stolen from him and he hadn't a clue why. He knew that the boy named Thomas was cold and cruel, but this. This was the work of a devil in disguise. His beautiful wife had been tortured and left to die on the control room floor for his failures and yet here she was as bright and as sassy as ever. He refused to let her get hurt again if it was the last thing he did. She was still his and he was still hers. He would make sure of it. Suddenly his foot caught on a fallen log and he went tumbling down into the muddy dirt and leaves as the sky poured out it's sadness that matched the same one in his soul. "Why?" He cried up at the sky as it continued to cry with him. "Why is she here?" He sobbed as his head fell in shame.
"Maisie…" He whimpered as he began to rock himself back and forth and began to shake with the shivers of the wet cold that seeped into his bones. He was soaked from head to toe but couldn't find it in himself to care. His love was here. But her love for him was not. He supposed that it was the right thing to do to leave her be for now. But how badly he wanted to be where she was. Wherever she was. He wasn't even sure where in the Glade she was but she was here. He knew she was. He could feel it. It was as if the air around him had gotten lighter, brighter and filled with a dull and weak but still barely there hope. Could he find it in himself to teach her to love again? Would she ever find it in herself to ever love him? These questions swirled around his brain like a broken record as he sniffled and curled up onto the forest floor before falling into a restless sleep.
The morning came quicker than expected as Newt stood on the Homestead's porch looking out over the Glade. The rain storm that had come through had done amazing things for their crops and livestock but had brought with it a sense of dread and unease as his eyes fell on the med jack hut where Gally's supposed wife lay fast asleep. After he had left her in the hut, he and Alby had gone back to the box to search for clues as to why she was there. And they had found them in the form of a rain soaked note that was crumpled in the corner of the Box. He gently pulled the now dry note out of his pocket and read over it once, twice, three more times.
Dear Galileo,
I know you must have missed her so I decided to send her down to you in exchange for your willingness to go into the trials. As you can see, no harm has come to her but I decided to have a bit of fun seeing as how you had tried and failed to defy me again by going out into the maze two years back. Maisie is mine now. We've been married for a year. And she doesn't remember you at all. She's six weeks pregnant with our child. We just found out the other day. Congratulations on having what you lost back. Hopefully over time you will realize exactly what you've done. And remember Galileo,
Wicked is good.
Love always,
Tom
The letter was clenched tightly in Newt's palm as he tried and failed yet again to keep it from wrinkling. So that was the Creator's game. Sending the one thing Gally loved back to him only for it to be broken once again. It was one of those rare moments that Newt thought back to his own memories of the Creators before the trials. Yes, that was right. Newt had gotten back several years of his memories of before the trials, yet knew better than to share them with the others. He however didn't specifically remember Maisie, but knew he must've known at some point. Bloody Creators. They had erased her from all of their memories. And now she was married to one of them. Well, two of them if you counted the builder that he had yet to find after him learning that his wife had now forgotten him.
Newt let out a quiet growl of anger and thrust the note back into his pocket. Damn Tom. Damn Creators. Why did they have to mess with someone who was already so broken? Gally was the one guy in the Glade that had come into this mess already so broken and damaged. Why must they make it worse for him? It made Newt wonder as his eyes quickly scanned the Glade as the sun slowly peeked out over the top of the maze walls. So she was pregnant. And married. It made his heart clench in his chest at the thought. Poor girl didn't even know who she really was and he doubted she even knew she was pregnant with her now Creator husband's child. Oh wouldn't that be a bloody joy to tell her…He scoffed at the thought and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose as a headache began to build behind his eyes. "Oh Gally. What are we going to do with you?" He asked himself quietly as he blinked several times before sighing and knowing he needed to do what had to be done. First he needed to find Gally. Then he needed to tell him what the reality of the situation was. Lastly, he needed to check up on his friend's wife who may or may not be working against them at that very moment.
He only trusted the greenie girl as far as he could see her. And that wasn't very far. His eyes had been bad for years. He swore he should've asked for glasses on day one of this hell. But it was no matter, the blurry sights around him were home and now it was all he knew. Deciding that he should start with the most obvious place, he limped on towards the Deadheads and trudged through the thinning tree line to search for the missing and obviously heartbroken builder. It didn't take long to find him either. He was almost directly inside the tree line and hadn't even made it near the builder's camp or his workshop that lay hidden in the dark trees. He was curled up fast asleep in a muddy rut of leaves and branches, his clothes all torn and destroyed. His face was almost serene except for the small whimpers that left his lips. That was when he heard it. Her name spilling from his lips over and over again. "Maisie…" He whimpered as he slept making Newt swear that he would never fall in love even if the opportunity presented itself.
Crossing his arms uncomfortably over his chest, he stood there for a few moments debating back and forth on what he should do. Deciding that the outcome was going to be rather harsh any way he looked at it, he opted for the easiest option. Bending down onto his knees he gently shook the builder's shoulder making him jolt up and his eyes fly open in a wide panic. "Morning Captain. How'd you sleep?" He asked the builder with a crooked smile knowing that the boy would appreciate his dark sense of humor. Gally blinked a few more times before letting out a heavy sigh and wiping at his eyes. "Alright I guess. Best sleep I've had in years knowing my fucking wife doesn't remember me at all." He rasped out quietly making Newt chuckle darkly. "Sorry to hear that Captain." He said simply as he held out his hand to the boy and helped lift him back onto his feet. Gally struggled to stay standing for a moment as Newt held tightly to his shoulder but then took several shaky steps before finding his balance once again. "Thanks." Gally said simply as Newt nodded in understanding. "It's alright. I imagined I'd find you somewhere in here. Always out in the bloody woods, yeah?" He quipped as Gally let out a small chuckle and nodded before running a hand over his cropped dirty blonde hair. "Yeah. I guess so." The builder said as he let out a tired yawn before running a hand down his face and looking around at the trees. "I always liked the outdoors. I think I even liked it before all this. Who knew I'd still like it when the outdoor became my own personal hell?" Gally joked as Newt nodded with a grim smile. "I'd say we all liked the outdoors to design this bloody mess." He said quietly making Gally nod in understanding.
He had suspected that the leader of the Glade had regained some of his memories from before the trials for a good while now. It had proved to be quite useful when leading the daily goings on of the Glade and the boys that called it home. "So you remember too, eh?" He asked as Newt nodded once before giving him a sad smile. "Yeah. I bloody remember. Not your girlie but everything else pretty much." He said as Gally nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. "I doubt any of us remember her. She doesn't even remember herself." He said almost as an afterthought making Newt believe that he was saying it almost as a form of acceptance. "You still love her don't you?" Newt asked quietly as Gally stilled for a moment before nodding slowly and averting his eyes to the mess of leaves and mud beneath their work boots. "Yeah. I do. Guess that's why I've been such an ass for years." He chuckled under his breath as Newt nodded in understanding. "I guess so." He said simply before he turned and nodded off towards the direction of Gally's workshop. "Go get cleaned up would ya? I'll take care of your girlie for now. She's at least safe here with us." Newt said as Gally stared at him for a moment before finally nodding and turned to leave. "Fine. But make sure she eats. She doesn't look well." He said in a low voice as Newt nodded and they went their separate ways. The lanky blonde marched his way through the woods knowing all too well that he hadn't had the courage to tell Gally about his wife's new circumstances. And it would be only a matter of time before he found out. Whether the girl would tell him herself or not was the question now and Newt prayed to whatever higher power existed that he had the sense to take it like the man that he had become over his years in this hell. They all had their demons and it seemed that the young girl with the long blonde hair had become all of theirs. As he stepped out into the early morning light of the Glade, his eyes found the girl's figure as she stepped out cautiously into the sunlight. His eyes met hers and for a moment he thought he saw a small bit of sympathy in them before she narrowed them and turned away to go back inside the hut. "Figures." He murmured as his thoughts began circling around the fact that Gally and his wife seemed to be one and the same.