"This is what we managed to do with your project," Gally showed her the fundamentals.

"It's rough, but I'm sure something can still come out of it," Vivienne sniggered. "No, but honestly, it looks optimistic. Just one thing. The wood is nicely polished, but I'd either put a layer of bark underneath or more slabs, so the floor doesn't get dewy or damp when it rains." Gally nodded.

"Well, Peter, Clint, Maddox, and Ryker are yours for today. Do what you shucking wish with 'em, princess. I have some other work with Baden, Cassius, and Phoenix." She wondered what he meant by the other work, but decided not to dig into it for now.

She gathered all the boys she was 'given' and explained to them their plan for today.

"First, Maddox," she looked at the tall, supple dark headed boy. "and Ryker you're going to lift all the logs and put them there," she motioned not far away from where they were standing. "Peter and Clint, you two will drive those logs in the ground," Vivienne allot the tasks. "Meanwhile, I'm going to put bark underneath." The first hour passed quickly. Maddox and Ryker dismantled their work from the last few days. Peter took it as a chance to chat with Vivienne.

"Listen about yesterday-"

"You're a slinthead, are you aware of that?" She interrupted him, her eyes glued to two working Gladers.

"I do." She glanced at him when she heard shame in his voice. "I'm really sorry about what I did. I guess I just wanted to talk to you since I haven't had a chance to do so properly."

"And hurting yourself makes the situation oh so proper?" She scoffed at the unbelievably imbecilic explanation.

"No, I guess it doesn't," he whispered, looking at his feet. "I only wanted to get your attention. It was the only idea I had that would work." She sighed and looked at the poor guy. Her irritation suddenly evaporated, having been overcome by comprehension and commiseration.

"Peter, next time you want my attention just come up and say hello or ask how the day was. It's as simple as that," she hummed politely.

"So how's your day going so far?" He beamed.

"Nah, just some shank trying to attain some reaction from me," she grinned.

Vivienne was thankful to come back to work. She did not mind Peter, he was after all the only one to apologize, but she found the conversation turned to an unnervingly stilted one after a while. She could talk about nothing in particular with Newt, Legend, Clint, and Jeff, damn even with Minho from time to time, but with Peter, she felt just awkward.

Her task was harder than she had previously expected it to be. She even got few splints in the skin of her palm. Delightedly they were almost finished and then she could go to the medjack's hut and get treated. Gally managed to reach them first, though. He helped put few last logs in place. She still had no idea what he and his inferiors had been up to all day.

"It looks better than before," he complimented, and she wondered where the catch was. "But it's still nowhere near looking as at it does on the drawing, and you forgot about the stairs." Here it is - she thought.

"But do we really need them? We can always jump inside it's like two feet up in the air," she commented, her laziness taking over.

"If Newt with his jacked leg won't complain..." Gally trailed off carelessly with a shrug.

"It's less jacked than that browy head of yours." They heard thick accent behind them. Turning almost in synch they noticed the blond few feet behind, leaning on his uninjured leg, arms crossed. "How's work going?" He said with the famous grin of his, showing just a glimpse of pearl white teeth.

"Good," Vivienne jumped slightly at the unexpected snap. Gally walked away as quickly as Newt had appeared.

"Well, that was just peachy," Newt commented lightly shaking his head.

"I swear he was fine a minute ago." She had no clue as to why she chose to defend Gally. Maybe it was because he had never really lashed out at her nor when she was around. She'd just heard stories she refused to believe until now. So Gally did have a bearish temper. "Guess, the rumors are true," when he raised a questioning eyebrow she added. "About his temper."

"Ay, you better start getting used to it, Love, 'cause it's gonna stick," he warned, but a grin was tugging at the corner of his mouth again.

"Peachy."

"You have no bloody idea," he chuckled. "Anyway, I didn't come here only for the Galileo." That got her attention.

"Why then?" She tilted her head to seem even more interested.

"Just wanted to let you know you, shouldn't let Legend get used to my bed," he warned, but the threat didn't seem real.

"What, you're planning on kicking me out any time soon?" She scoffed, her eyes never once leaving his.

"Not as long as you don't catch Gally's peachiness," he chuckled.

"Is it that contagious?"

"I'm not really well-acquainted with other builders, so I guess, we just gotta wait, and find out. But if memory serves right-" She couldn't believe he had really said that. It was in her nature to comment.

"-which, let's be honest, is a fat chance," Vivienne faked a cough as she whispered the words theatrically.

"-thanks for your optimism-"

"-glad I could help." She really enjoyed their little quarrels. With a faked sighed he continued.

"-you were a good doc. even if only for a day, so you should know if you're in danger."

"I hope I won't be. You seem to be doing the best here. I wouldn't want to mess that up by selling you some nasty virus."

"Hm, what would the price be?" He scratched his chin in purely faked interest.

"I dunno. Haven't bought it yet. And maybe I won't let you buy it... At least one shank hear should remain nice."

"Nice? That's all I am?"

"Don't push it," she rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"Oh, so I'm the one pushing it." He grinned mischievously. "But, yeah, you're probably right. Somebody gotta set an example."

"Or try to," she laughed into his face.

"And now my pride is wounded," he looked away, pretending to be hurt as he put a hand over his heart.

"Good thing I made such an outstanding doctor."

"I've never said outstanding, Love. Good is more like it."

"Oh, slim it."

"You're getting better at this," He admitted with a beam. "More natural." She offered him a joyful smile as a silent thank you. "It's lunchtime, you hungry?"

"I gotta see Clint and Jeff first."

"Need to catch up and exchange gossips?"

"Not if they're as busy as yesterday."

"Believe me, Love, they're never that busy." Somehow it upset her even more than she already was about the whole job thing, but she did not let it show.

"That and I gotta get splints removed." Only then had his eyes left hers as he gazed at her palms, softly taking them in his hands to examine them.

"I'm no medjack, but I gotta tell you... I think you'll be just fine. Want me to grab you a meal?"

"I'll be fine, but thanks. I see you later?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Love." With a grin, he walked away. Her gaze followed him a few seconds longer before she got going herself.

Both medjack's were surprised and simultaneously glad to see her. They knew splints, as much as they needed to be removed, were just a pitiful excuse.

Newt was right, they didn't have even half of the visitors they had the day before. De facto the only one here was slicer's keeper - Winston. He shucked his hand slaughtering a pig for dinner. In all honesty, in those circumstances, it was hard for Vivienne to feel bad for the guy. Don't get her wrong she enjoyed the meat, but the idea of murdering anything sickened her. Yup, she wouldn't eat that day.

"All done, Vi," Jeff announced applying the last layer of aloe vera gel onto her hand to reduce any stinging.

"So how was your first day as a builder?" Clint asked her. They couldn't deny the letdown in his voice that they all felt.

"Not as eventful as it may seem," she looked down at her palms as she withdrew them out of Jeff's light grip. "But after yesterday eventful will be hard to reach."

"Don't worry, Vi, the Glade is full of surprises," Jeff tried to humor her.

"I don't suppose that's a good thing," she guessed with a sad smile.

"Depends, but yeah things happen." When she asked for a more specific answer, they delivered one. "Did Alby tell you of Nick?"

"She mentioned the poor guy. How did he..." she trailed off uneasy. She wondered if she should have even asked. She had no idea how close they were with Nick. She wondered if the shank was as distant as Alby was. The current leader was quite a mystery to Vivienne. He was never around yet he knew stuff - she figured he got all the details from Newt - he had no job other than leadership - at least she wasn't aware of any other - he disappeared God knows where only to be seen during the meals, gathering, and bonfires.

"Die?" Clint finished for her. She nodded gazing at her feet they seemed so interesting all of a sudden. "Well, Newt probably knows more than we do since-" Jeff charked uncomfortably in his as he interrupted.

"He's second in command and all..."

"Alright..." She trailed off confused. She noted to ask Newt later about Nick.

"But Nick came up with this shucking odd idea after it was clear the Maze might take months, or even years to solve-" He was interrupted by a loud crack of the opening door hitting one of the wooden walls.

"Hey, greybeard," Legend stormed in without a warning. "The food's almost gone." He said with a sheepish grin, which meant he probably saved her some and was now proud of it. She was, in his understanding, owning him big time.

"Yeah, I should go." Vivienne stood up. "I'll come by tomorrow?" She suggested unspokenly referring to the story she hoped to hear the end of. Both medjacks shared a quick look before they nodded. She couldn't tell if they were brushing her off or taking the deal.

Vivienne sat with Legend and other cooks at the table. Others surrounding it were already empty - cooks were always the last ones to eat. Having joined them, she got to know Fry better. He was really amiable to her the other day, even though she left his kitchen a complete mess. When Legend noticed she wasn't at the dinner he talked to Fry and the keeper saved her a plate - like he always had for his cooks.

"So when do you think my pantry will be ready?" He asked taking, filling his mouth with stew.

"Easier said than done. It would help if Gally didn't cut my team short. Any of you know what he's up to?"

"You're his stand-in. Shouldn't you know?"

"I guess not," her smile turned into a thin- showing her gaucherie - line. "Wait, I'm his stand-in? Says who?" She almost dropped her fork.

"Isn't that obvious?" Fry shrugged, not caring for her surprise. "He let you plan everything out, gave you control over his builders." She gave it some thought. Fry seemed to be right, yet Vivienne had no idea why Gally would do all those things. And if she really was his second-in-command then why she knew nothing of his current job?

In the evening, when the sun disappeared below the horizon, Legend asked if he could stay with her again. She felt out of place when his usual joculary behavior changed to a pleading and vulnerable one. She didn't refuse, how could she? He was growing on her, and she couldn't bear seeing him susceptible.

"What did it mean?" He asked when she put the covers on top of him. "That weird sentence in the lullaby you sang me yesterday," he cleared up after seeing her confusion.

"Kosk yn ta?" He nodded. "It's Cornish. It probably means something like sleep in, you or sleep tight but I'm not one hundred percent sure," she explained.

"What does Cornish mean, anyway?" Because of his question, she realized she had no idea. She was definitely not British. So, how would she know?

"Cornwall was a part of England, Cornish is the name of a language used there. Yet, I... I don't remember how I know it..."

"Maybe you should scribble it down before you forget it again?"

"I only had one sheet of paper to draft the pantry."

"You can ask runners they have notebooks to draw maps, after all, maybe they wouldn't mind sharing." It wasn't such a bad idea. Of all the runners she only knew Minho and Ben. Blond would be much easier to convince - Vivienne figured. She lied on the opposite side of the bed, which now felt smaller. Legend wasn't asleep yet, and she supposed he awaited another lullaby or a bed-time story, but as soon as she felt the not-so-soft mattress underneath her, darkness surrounded her, and she heard no more until san aroused.

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