Alby ordered her to stay in the room, while everyone else was supposed to leave. Jeff put a reassuring hand on her shoulder before he left with Clint.

"See you tomorrow," Gally told her, and she tried to return his smile. She didn't mind being a builder, but she liked playing a doctor. Yes, the day was messy, having all those boys complain about nothing, yet she liked helping people, and she liked that for some reason she knew how the herbs were called, and what use did they have or how she could prepare an ointment or bandage people perfectly without anyone showing her how to.

"You probably wonder, why the sudden decision." He took her silence as a sign to continue. "Today was a mess. I was walking around the Glade, and most of those slintheads were gone." She looked up from her feet to get a proper look at him. "We can't have chaos in here. It happened once, and let me tell you it wasn't pretty."

"Please tell me you're going somewhere with this." Vivienne was more tired than she had previously thought.

"Just listen, Greenie. If we want to survive, we all need to work. Today half of them didn't." He pointed a space in the air with his finger. "The long-term result would be our extinction. I know you didn't mean to be a distraction, but as much as we don't want to admit it, you're going to be one unless other she-beans come up in the box." He took a deep breath and went on. "Till then we got to do everything to keep everyone in check. Newt told me how much you wanted to be a medjack. Clint and Jeff think you'd be a great asset to their team, but as long as it keeps shanks away from their work, I can't let you be one. I hope you can at least try to understand it." She hated that she didn't consider trying for she understood. Medjack's hut was a mess that day. And stories Legend had told her about guys purposely hurting themselves just to talk to her made her gut twitch.

"I understand, Alby," she told him truly. There was no point in arguing. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't her fault. She couldn't even blame the Gladers for their behavior. They were a bunch of teenage boys, trying to gain the attention of the only girl they'd seen in a year and a half. Vivienne could only hope this would be the furthest that they went. Besides, she wasn't sure what she would do, if she was put in their shoes. "Can I please go now? It's been a long day." She hadn't seen herself in a mirror yet, but she imagined just how terrible she must have looked with lassitude, stress, and disappointment written all over her features.

"Sure, get some rest. I'm really sorry." She nodded. She couldn't bring herself to say it was fine because it definitely wasn't. The life she remembered hadn't even lasted two weeks, but she had already known one thing, she wasn't a liar.

This time Newt didn't walk her back to her room like every other day. Clint and Jeff tried to chat with her, but she quickly excused herself. Back in her room, she tossed and turned in her bed, because she couldn't sleep a wink. Having finally decided that she would not rest that night, she went outside. Everyone else seemed to be dead asleep. She was left with little choice of what you do. She could go to the Deadheads, but she was already terrified of that place during the day. There were medjack's hut, and kitchen, and gathering hall, and gardens, and slaughterhouse – another repulsive and frightening place.

Vivienne quickly chose to go the medjack's hut. If she was lucky, she'd find Melissa or Camomille there. Yet, to get there, she had to go through Younglings sleeping section. Walking on her tiptoes, she tried to avoid even the smallest branches that would crack under her weight. She was almost out when she heard a quiet noise. At first, she thought she had imagined it, but as she stopped and listened she could hear a pent-up sob carried by the soft wind. She looked around for the source.

Legend was lying flat on his stomach, his head diving into the pillow. She stepped closer soundlessly, scared she would startle him. She slowly put her palm on his back, but not before she took a rope that tied the hammock to a tree, so he wouldn't fall. He moved abruptly, almost making her let go of the rope.

"Vivienne?" He exhaled in relief. His expression quickly turned to a confused one. "What are you doing here?" He tried to control his breathing not to show her he was crying.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered not to wake up people around them. "I went outside and thought I heard something. I wanted to check if everything was alright," she told him pretending she did not notice how puffy and red his eyes were. "Is everything okay? You're shaking."

"Yeah... Yes, I'm fine." He nodded slowly, looking away from her. "Couldn't sleep, either."

"Want to talk about this?" Legend shook his head.

"How about you go with me to my place. I don't really feel like being alone tonight. Besides, I bet the bed is way comfier than this." Vivienne motioned at the hammock with a small, a bit playful smile.

It wasn't entirely a lie she didn't want to be alone. Yet, she mostly said it to comfort Legend. The boy was getting enough crap for being younger than the rest, and she knew admitting his distress was hard for him because he didn't want to seem weak. She could, of course, never think that of him. She was scared, too. They all were.

"If it's okay with you."

"Sure. That bed is too big for me, anyway," she reassured the youngling. "We just gotta be quiet."

Somehow they made it to her room without waking anybody. Legend suddenly felt awkward and out of place. Having noticed this, Vivienne told him to chose the side of the bed. The last time she had seen him so hesitant was when she had first arrived. He slowly scooped on one side of the bed. She sat just behind his back and slowly caressed his hair to calm him.

"Do you want to talk?" She patiently waited for him to reply, though at some point she thought he had fallen asleep.

"There's nothing to talk about," he brushed the topic off quickly.

"I'm scared," she confessed out of the blue. He turned to glance at her with a frown. "It's been almost two weeks and I still barely know anyone in here." She stopped to look down at him as a soft smile decorated her face again. "But at least I got Newt, and Fry, and Gally, and Clint, and Jeff, and Minho-"

"I wouldn't count that much on him if I were you," Legend mumbled with a soft smirk spreading on his face.

"Yes, you're probably right," she laughed with him. "But most importantly I've got my little youngling." She realized how dumb and unclear her words were. "What I'm trying to say is no matter what happens I'm here for you if you need to talk or cry or whatever you shanks do." The word rolled off her tongue almost naturally this time, and she smiled at the sudden change.

"I..." Legend sat up. "I miss my home, which is totally ludicrous because I can't remember having one."

"It's not ludicrous. I miss my home, too, you know. I miss my mom." She looked away at the mention of her mother. She could almost hear the feminine voice in her head again.

They spent a night talking. They exchanged depictions of their homes and families.

"I'm sure my dad was bringing me breakfast to bed on my birthday." She wasn't sure, but she liked the idea.

"That's very princess-ish, greybeard."

"Maybe I was a princess." She stuck her tongue out.

"Yeah, a princess of burnt food."

"Haha," she mocked him. "Laugh all you want. As soon as we get out of here, my subjects will put you in a dungeon." He asked her what it meant. She explained it was something like a pit, but her description was much obscurer and gloomier. "Anyway,... You should try to get some sleep."

"I don't think I can now."

"Well, if you don't sleep now, there's a huge possibility you'll fall asleep during making food and burn the whole place down. We can't have that, now, can we?" He grimaced at the idea.

"How about I sing you to sleep?"

"You can sing?"

"Well, we can always find out." He laid back on the bed just like before - on his side with his back to her.

"Can you play with my hair? It's... calming." She giggled at the clumsy request but complied. Her thin fingers slowly danced between his hair and delicately tugged on it. She thought if she knew any lullaby, so she could sing to him just like she said she would.

When the moon is on the sea

kosk yn ta, kosk yn ta

silver pilchards called to thee

kosk yn, kosk yn ta

dream of starry gazey pie

kosk yn, kosk yn ta

It morning when Newt opened the door to his ex-room as mutedly as he could. He stopped in his track when he found her awake again. What's more, someone was lying on her bed and she played with his hair.

Vivienne turned at the sound and presented Newt a beam. He was too confused to return it. Instead, he asked her what was going on. It didn't take him long to realize Legend was the one sleeping on the bed.

"I couldn't sleep, neither could he, so I asked him to come here with me," she offered a brief explanation.

"How are you?" He asked noticing dark circles under her vivid eyes.

"I'm good." Vivienne turned back to the kid humming something in his sleep. She swore she never saw him equally peaceful. "Can we let him sleep a little longer?"

"Yeah, sure, but you won't get your tea," Newt told her and was surprised when she said it didn't matter. She always seemed desperate for it at the beginning of a new day. "Love, about yesterday-"

"It's okay. I get it." When she turned to him, he seemed quite upset, and she realized she might have just brushed him off for no particular reason. "I mean, I understand Alby's choice," she said softly this time. She expected Newt to nod slowly and leave it.

"I'm sorry, you were so bloody excited after the day with Clint and Jeff-"

"I really do get it, Newt," she exhaled. "I wanted it so much because I thought I was good at it without anyone telling me what to do." She decided to skip the part of it being unbelievably familiar. "And I wanted to help people, but if it drove them to hurt themselves then I better be a builder. I don't mind drawing." Though Newt did not comment any further a deep frown stayed plastered on his face until they parted for work.

For they were waking up early to set Legend off to work they always managed to grab breakfast with Minho and Ben. Even though, there were more runners for some odd reason they decided to stay away for now.

"Admit it, you're never going to come up with a nickname for me," she laughed in Minho's face.

"She's shucking right, Min, ya shank should give it up," Ben definitely supported her on this, but she wasn't sure if he wasn't doing it just to piss Minho off.

"Never doubt me, slinthead!" He did not want to say it, but he found the challenge harder than when he first came up with the idea. Every nickname that popped up in his head was either taken or seemed weak compared to others. Yet, he would never back down, no matter how long it took, he'd find the most annoying name for her.

Hey guys!

I want to thank you for the reviews. I'm so happy you guys enjoy this story

Also the lullaby Vivienne sings is a song from a TV show called 'Poldark' with Aiden Turner. I recommend listening to the song watch?v=2lPUW9mE_EU , or its cover watch?v=5r78nMjFAsY

I hope you liked the little tender moment between Legend and Vivienne. I just realized there's not that much of him in the story so here ya go :P and don't worry other guys will have their moments too

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