Chapter 4

People in white uniforms all look at her. "Come with me." She hears a gentle yet traitorous voice behind her. She couldn't get a proper look at the lady for an arm was putted on her shoulder and guided her to small grey room. Her vision is blurry at this point.

"Where is he?" It was definitely her voice. It was squeaky and filled with fear, but she was sure it was hers. She didn't get a reply. From afar she heard awful ear-piercing voice that made her scream.

"It's okay, love. You're alright."

She opened her eyes, when she heard the familiar accent. Newt was there sat on her bed with one of his shoulder shaking her lightly, while other caressed her arms slowly. "Sh…" He whispered. "Just breathe." She realised she was panting.

"W-what are you doing here?" She asked in barely audible whisper. He smiled softly at her.

"The doors opened. I thought the sound might scare you just like it did last night, so I came over." He explained taking an arm of her shoulder. "You alright?"

"Yeah, it was just a nightmare." She sat up on her bed and his hand fell off of her arm and she missed the closure.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked with a hint of worry in his voice. She wondered why would he worry, they'd only just met after all.

"No, it's fine. It's blurry now anyway." She sighed.

"How about a breakfast then?" She was glad he didn't push.

"I'd never say no to food." She chuckled. "Just let me change." She stood up from bed.

"Sure, I'll wait outside." With that he was gone, and she was left alone leaving yet another sigh as she rubbed her temple slowly.

"Oh God." It's going to be a long, confusing life.

On their way Newt explained her plans for today. "You'll be working with builders." He told her. She doubted she would fit in there. After all she was tiny muscle-less girl. At least that was what she saw last night in the mirror.

"Here." Newt led her to the back of the homestead. When she stepped into a bathroom her breath hitched in her throat and she dropped the spare clothes Newt gave her for the night. "Are you alright?" He kneeled to pick up her clothes from the floor, but she paid him no attention as she slowly walked toward the wall with huge mirror plastered on it.

"Is it me?" She asked not taking her eyes from the reflection. Newt turned to her and grinned stifling a chuckle.

"That would be correct, love." She let her hand caress her long, wavy, honey-brown almost gold hair. Her blue as cornflower eyes glistened in barely lightened room. A curvy smile came up onto her face. Her lips were lightly swollen and pinkish, she had no idea why, but they matched her pale skin. She definitely liked the way she looked.

When Newt left and she was already able to strip off her clothes she realised her body would be her biggest enemy. She had no muscles, and as much as she appreciated being slim and curvy just in the right places, she wished her body would be more useful built up as it would make the work easier.

"I talked to Alby. We agreed letting you try out for the slicers would be a bad idea." She sent him a thankful smile knowing he much rather convinced Alby. "So instead you'll spend three days at each job instead of one. Good that?" He looked at her for confirmation just when they reached the queue for breakfast. She replied with a simper.

"Whatever you say, boss." Her smile was soon gone, when guys started starring at her and murmuring some things she couldn't hear. Newt must have noticed how uncomfortable she was, because he quickly raised his voice.

"Either introduce yourselves or bloody slim it, shanks." They immediately turned silent and looked away.

"Wow, that was something." She whispered to him. "You didn't lie about your authority." He once again chuckled.

"So you doubted me?"

"How would I ever dare?" By that time they already made it to the chief.

"Shucking shank! You must be our she bean." She could not understand all those sh… words. "I'm Fry." He offered her a hand and she gladly accepted it. His behaviour was almost as pleasant as Newt's.

"I'll tell you my name as soon as I remember it." She explained. Fry gave her a plate with scrambled eggs and few slices of bread with butter.

"Do you maybe have some tea?" She asked feeling thirsty. Frypan looked behind himself as if he was checking.

"I can tell Legend to make you some as soon as his slinthead ass makes it here." He offered and she gladly nodded.

"Is he always late?" She asked.

"Almost every day now…"

"If it continues we'll have to make him a bloody slopper." Newt commented also taking his meal. She frowned. She knew the rules, but she didn't like the idea of the boy cleaning restrooms after everyone. She liked him too much. Seeing Fry off with a nod, she tried to hide a frown.

She and Newt sat at the same table as the day before when a red headed boy with broad shoulders joined them, his eyebrows looked like an eagle ready to fly away any second. She looked down to stop a chuckle.

"What's up, Gally?" Newt asked the guy.

"So this is the new Greenie everyone's talking about?" She looked up at the mention of so adored nickname.

"Well, unless you do have another unfamiliarly looking girl here that'd be correct." Gally ignored her.

"So, I'm having that trouble for next two days to look after, Newt?" He pointed at her, while he kept staring blankly at Newt.

"That trouble is sitting right here." She started moving her fork up in the air.

"You two have fun." Newt grinned standing up.

"Can you remind me my punishment for punching someone squarely in the face." She turned to him catching his glance. Her eyes plead him not to leave.

"At least one day in the slammer with no food." He told her and leaned down, his lips almost pressing against her ear. She shivered slightly at the sudden contact as his hot breath hit her skin. "He's not as bad as he looks." He reassured her. Or at least tried to. And walked away before she had a chance to stop him.

"Let's go, Greenie."

"I think I like trouble more." She stood up with him and followed closely behind.

"Alright then, trouble." He turned to her with a smirk.

Three hours later she was not feeling her legs anymore. Her thighs ached and she was barely standing. Gally thought she was not strong enough to handle the job and she decided to prove him wrong. It kind of worked out, but she doubted the bruises and cuts on her hands and arms were worth it.

Gally got his boys to put some pieces of wood together. They seemed to be doing a clumsy hell of a job. Yet Gally somehow looked pleased.

"Why aren't you correcting them?!" Gally turned to her with a frown. Again. Great, enough of being friendly.

"What did you just say to me, trouble?" She sighed in her mind, before she explained to him what she meant.

"I may not remember anything, but I know how building works. Usually everything is designed, calculated, drawn. This pieces aren't even equally measured! Don't you need a prepared project before you start doing something! I know it might take longer, but it might make the building or whatever it is you're making more durable." She ran out of air at the end of the sentence. Gally surprisingly did not interrupt her. He just stared at her with arms crossed.

"Alright, princess. Consider it your job until tomorrow evening." She groaned.

"You can't be serious!" She squeaked. "And what happened to trouble, huh?"

"Was too much trouble." She groaned again as his smirk stuck on his face.