AN:... Flewt?

She stayed by the slammer all night. Newt had already gone to sleep, but she wanted to see him as soon as she woke up. But soon she took drifted off to sleep against the pit roof.

"Flo?"

She rubbed her eyes. The sun was rising in a brilliant display of pink and purple. She had heard Newt call her name.

"Flo." He called again.

"Hey," She whispered. "Good Morning."

Newt yawned. "Why'd you sleep out here?"

"I was worried about you."

With that, Newt opened his eyes wide and gave her a mocking look. "You, worried about me? Ha, you should've thought about that when you kissed your new boyfriend."

Ben. She wanted to be enraged at Newt, wanted to slap him, but she could only feel sadness. She wanted to cry. With that, she unclipped the roof of the slammer and climbed down into it, wrapping her arms around Newt.

"She's so cold." Newt thought as he hugged her tighter. He felt her cry into his shirt.

"Oh, Newt, I'm so sorry. That was Ben. He kissed me. Oh, Newt, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."She whispered into his chest. Newt felt his eyes begin to water.

"Is that why you, you-"

Newt looked down at her, and ran his fingers through her black hair. "Yes, Flo, I'm sorry. I just, I don't know."

She looked up at him. "And, just for the record, I'll never date that shuck face."

Newt couldn't help but crack a smile. He was a shuck face. Flo smiled back at him, but her eyes began to grow a little solemn. "Newt, what did you try to do?"

He looked down at her, confused, but he gave a small sigh when he realised what she was talking about. He pulled her closer to him. "Jumped out of a shuck tree. Wasn't far enough though, escaped with only a bloody sore ankle." He scoffed a little.

Flo snuggled closer against him, for the morning was cold indeed. Newt squeezed his eyes shut, and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Hey," he whispered softly to her, "It's quite early. Just go back to sleep for now."

Flo yawned a response and fell sleepily against Newt's chest.

She was the first to wake. Newt was still sleeping soundly, so she carefully untangled herself from his arms and climbed up to look out the pit window. There was some kind of commotion going on in the Glade.

"Hey," Newt yawned. Flo turned around to see him, half awake and rubbing his eyes.

"Hey. There's something going on in the Glade, I'm just looking now."

"Really? What?"

Flo pressed her face against the bars, standing on her toes. "Well, most of the Gladers are huddled around the Homstead, oh, Alby and Gally just went inside, and Winston and Zart. Hmm. Looks like a Gathering. Hey, there's Ben, going inside too. What's the shuck face up to?"

"Why haven't they come to get me if they're calling a Gathering?" Newt questioned. Flo presed on.

Minho's looking around like a shuck, I think he's looking for us. Hey, gimme a boost." Newt help Flo scamble up and open the pit door, and she in turn pulled him up through. They ran over to Minho.

"What's going on?" Flo yelled over the crowd of Gladers in a riot. A few of them stopped and cheered, because Flo had brought back Newt. Minho scoffed and huffed, and clenched his jaw.

"Nobody's happy about it," he started, "but they're making Ben new second in command."

"What the bloody shuck!?" Newt exclaimed, barging his was to the front of the crowd, with Flo in tow. He opened his mouth to grab the Glader's attention, but Flo beat him to it.

"Alright! Listen up, Gladers! They've just called, as you know, a Gathering to make Ben new second in command. Now, who wants that happening?"

Everybody stopped and stared up at Flo, and nobody said a word.

"That's what I thought!" Flo barked. "No, are we gonna just let Ben take Newt's place, and fail at it like a slintheads, or are we gonna storm that Gathering and set the record straight!?"

It was more of an order than a question, but every single Glader whooped and cheered, except Minho, who was just smiling satisfactorily and giving them the signal nod, meaning only one thing. "Go!"

And go they did. Flo kicked down the door to the Gathering, followed by Newt and every Glader they could fit in the room.

"If you'll excuse us, Alby, we have an objection to make." Flo stood victoriously in front of the crowd of Gladers, smiling dominantly down at him.

"Flo? What 's going on?"

"I'm here to speak for the Gladers, who get absolutely no choice or say as to what goes on in your Gatherings, when really it effects them the most. And for starters, Ben goes."

She extended a finger at the blonde builder, who was sitting up the front across from Gally. He gave her a begging look, wanting her to leave, when he was so close to power.

"Flo, you can't just storm a Gathering like this!" Alby bellowed. The rest of the keepers, and Ben, murmured in agreement.

"Well, we," she put emphasis on the 'we', motioning to the Gladers, "just did." She took a deep breath, building her confidence. "And, as the voice of the people, we're not gonna let Ben take Newt's job, and we're not gonna leave until he serves at least a week in the pit."

"Flo, sweetie, why should I serve a week in the slammer?" Ben got up and stepped forward, opening his arms for an embrace. It was returned with Flo spitting at him , and a low growl from her. "Don't you shucking sweetie me, slinthead." She stood tall again, ready to face Alby.

"Well, I never. A rebellion. " She was spoken to by Gally, who stood up. "Sorry Alby, but I agree. I saw what this shucker," motioning to Ben, "Did to Flo, and he can't get away with it, let alone be promoted." Alby looked at him, astounded, but beginning to relax slightly, only slightly.

Zart was next. "Yeah, I'm not going to lie, Newt's the best second-in-command we've ever had." At this, Newt shifted a little behind Flo, and smiled. She squeezed his hand, and let go.

Winston nodded, not even having to speak. Finally, Alby bowed his head. "Alright, Flo, 'The Voice of the People', I'll strike ya a deal. Newt gets his job back and Ben gets a week in the slammer, but, the Gladers cannot interrupt another Gathering." He looked up at her, for she was standing in a higher part of the room.

Flo stood firm, but exhaled. "Fine. The Gladers stay out of the Gatherings, but I take part, speaking for them." She swallowed. Alby came up right in front of her face. She store hard, down at her.

"You're lucky I like you, greenbean." He smiled, and turned around.

"Alright, as she said. Newt as second in command, Ben in the slammer for a week, and Flo in the Gatherings!"

Flo and Newt and the rest of the Gladers cheered. She saw Ben snap his head up, and the word "WHAT?" forming on his lips, but it was drowned out by the cheers of the Gladers. Before she knew it, she was being carried out by the Gladers, who were all chanting.

"Flo, The Voice, The Voice of the People!"

And Flo couldn't help but laugh.

AN: YEYEYEYEYEY Flo, Property of Wicked, Subject A6, "The Voice"! The Voice and the Glue; Flewt! Sorry this chapter took a while, but I hope you enjoyed! Taraa! –MoonShadow.