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Runners

Even though no-one wanted her to cook anymore, she had to spend two days at every job. So, the next day morning she came to the kitchen, and Legend just could not stop teasing her. It came to the point Fry had to give him a job away from her station.

"I don't think I should be preparing meat today," she told Fry with a timid smile.

"No, shuck, she-bean." The remark stung, but he said it with a beam. Instead of having got mad she stuck her uvula at him. "Here." He motioned at the stock of potatoes. "Peel them and cut into quarters. Then wash them and boil them in this." He pointed at a giant pot. "You will have to salt the water, so they ain't tasteless."

"Alright, boss." She saluted him and started working. She peeled them slower than she had previously expected. She felt lonely being just by herself. She wasn't exactly by herself but the rest of the cooks were too far away and she would have to scream so they could hear her. She suddenly missed the Gardens. At least there she had people to support her, no matter how humid it was out there, and how dirty and perspired she'd have got every day if she kept working there.

"Ouch!" She squeaked in pain. Her wound stung as the crimson blood dripped down her palm. She let go of a knife and the potato she was holding in her hands.

"What happened?" Fry ran up to her.

"It's nothing. I'm just clumsy." She tried to laugh it off, but the boy took a look at her hand and sent her straight to the med-jacks. "Fry, it's nothing really. The bleeding will stop soon," she reassured him, however, when she said those words she began feeling dizzy.

"Don't worry, Vivienne," She heard a soft voice in her head, and she could almost see the person saying them. "The bleeding will stop soon."

"She-bean, are you with me?" She noticed her eyes were closed, so she opened them quickly. Fry was holding her by both of her arms, keeping her steady.

"Vivienne," She told him. His face lit up with a broad. "My name's Vivienne," she whispered and felt her eyes filled up with tears.

"Alright, Vivienne, you scared me for a second there. So, should I escort you to the med-jacks or-"

"I'll go by myself. Thanks, Fry." She began walking away but turned around to ask Fry. "By the way,... Could you not tell anyone my name? I'd like to do that myself," Vivienne requested sweetly.

"Sure thing, Vivi." Yay, another nickname. She thought sarcastically.

"Don't worry about it, Vivienne," She smiled at the usage of her name. "It's just a small cut." Jeff applied aloe vera onto her injured palm. "It ought to be gone in few days."

"Thanks."

"So, we can expect you here by tomorrow morning?" Clint changed the subject to more pleasant one.

"Yes!" She yelled. "Sorry that was squeaky... and unnecessarily rushed" she laughed nervously and scratched the back of her neck with her other hand.

"Hey, it's alright. We're glad, too," Jeff chuckled. "It sometimes gets lonely in here. The only shanks that actually come here are slicers and builders every once in a while."

"Hm, I don't think I'd mind that. I mean everything that isn't kitchen sounds delightful. And if it gets boring, we can always think of some game to play or just talk." They nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

"Not that I don't want you here, but doesn't Fry need you?" Clint asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Have you tried anything I made? Yesterday, everyone was spitting my food. So, to answer your question no, I don't think I'm necessary there unless you want to kill someone."

"Wait, did you make Minho's steak?" Jeff chimed in.

"Yes, why?"

"He made me try it. I hope you won't be as awful a med-jack as you are a cook."

"Yeah, me, too," she told him truly. "Hey, how about you guys show me around? We still have some time till dinner." She suggested.

"Sure, we can do that, I guess." Jeff glanced quickly at Clint to see if he' agree with him. When he did, Jeff pleaded.

"Just don't tell anyone, alright? We wouldn't wanna get in trouble." When she agreed they showed her what they had, which was not really that much, only a few boxes of bandages, gauzes, peroxide, stitches and a few more of herbs.

"Is that ginseng?" She asked, going through the box.

"Yeah..." Clint glanced at Jeff. "How'd you know that?"

"Well, I just... You know, took a look." She shrugged. She switched the boxes. "Oh, you guys got nettle. It goes great with tomatoes."

"Doesn't it sting and leave blisters when you touch it?"

"Not if you put it in boiled water for few seconds."

"Alright, what else do you know?"

She came back to the kitchen before dinner. Though Fry said, he didn't want her to work anymore that day, she insisted on at least helping him with giving away the meals.

When they were done she took her own plate, and together with Fry, they took they sat in their usual spots next to Ben, Minho, and Legend.

Vivienne abruptly became wary of them as Minho smirked wickedly at her.

"Hello, Vi." Ben started taking her aback.

"Hey-" Minho turned to the other runner with a grimace, but Ben ignored him.

"We heard you had quite a day."

"How do you know my name?" She squeaked almost gaining more attention of the other Gladers.

"Legend told us." Ben shrugged, meanwhile, Vivienne glared at Legend irritably.

"I can't believe you did this to me!"

"Hey, what's the big fuss about?" Newt took his seat next to her.

"Legend just told everyone MY name! It was supposed to be my moment and now it's-" Her hands were flying in the air furiously, while Newt grinned dumbly. "What?"

"You remember your name?"

"Yeah." She exhaled calming herself. "Wait, you didn't know?"

"And I still don't." She returned his smile and introduced herself.

"Vivienne," she said slowly, taking in his reaction. His grin spread as her eyes glinted with enthusiasm.

"Vivienne," he repeated in a barely audible whisper. "It's beautiful, Love, quite unique." She chuckled and he wondered what he said to make her so entertained.

"You're the one to talk, Lizard-boy." The table erupted in laughter, followed by Vivienne's giggle.

"The only surprising thing is that you said it," Ben pointed at her still laughing his butt off. "And not Minho."

"Ay, I'm sassy!" Vivienne defended herself, then motioned to Minho. "And he's just waspish. So, no, it's not surprising, Ben."

"Whatever you say, Vi."

After they were done, slopers took their dirty dishes. Ben and Minho walked to the map-room to finish their job. Vivienne pretended to be awfully mad at Legend, and he agreed to make her tea for next few days, starting after dinner was over.

She was left with Newt for suppers were prepared quickly and without putting too much effort into them - just a few slices of bread were served with pork.

"I should go back into the gardens. We still got so bloody much work to do," he sighed, standing up.

"Do you need any help?" She offered him some help clearly surprising him.

"I thought you absolutely hated gardening."

"I'm not denying that," she chuckled shaking her head. "But it doesn't mean I can't help. It's not that I have anything else to do, anyway. I could use a favor in return, though."

"And that would be...?" He trailed off to let her tell her demands.

"I could use a shower," she said like it was the most obvious thing. The problem in the Glade was that they had limited water supplies resulting in two showers per week for everyone.

"Can't you wait until tomorrow? It will be your second week then. You know the rules..."

"Actually, there are three rules and none of them say anything about taking a shower."

"Alright," he laughed at how she managed to mix desperation with sweetness. "I'll see what I can do, but I can't bloody promise anything."

"That's good enough for me."