Disclaimer: Refer to first chapter.

Non-canon but canon compliant.

Thomas was really getting tired of being woken in the middle of the night by strange children- all older than him -exploring. It was almost as though they had not a care in the world for how Thomas felt as he steadily lost sleep and had trouble gaining it back. It was not that Thomas did not like the British boy, Newt, who visited him once a week or so, but he needed his sleep desperately. It would have been fine if it were only Newt who were visiting him, but there was also a boy of ten years who visited twice or even thrice a week. He had started to do slightly worse in his lessons, having trouble concentrating on anything. Slowly but surely, his teachers became more and more annoyed with him, considering sending Thomas to one of the psychiatrists to find out what was 'wrong' with him. It was not his fault that people kept interrupting his sleep! So this time when he was work from his peaceful and dream-free slumber, Thomas was determined not to loose sleep. Without even looking up to see who had entered his peaceful room, Thomas growled from beneath his warm pile of blankets, eyes still closed.

"Get outa my room!" He complained in a sleepy and very annoyed voice, rolling over so that his back faced the door. "Le'me sleep!" The long whine of his door opening stopped abruptly. But it didn't start up again. There was no sound of footsteps, neither leaving or approaching, nor even the sound of an intruder's soft, quiet breathing. There was not the slight chuckle that Aris, one of the potential intruders, would give. There also was not the quiet words that Newt would bring. Very reluctantly, Thomas rolled back over and poked his head out from the blankets, only to see a new face this time. Neither annoying Aris or nice Newt, this was a boy with short, military cut black hair, dark eyes and what Thomas thought to be a nose that looked like a malformed potato. He winced. That was rude of him.

Thomas sighed softly. "Hello, my name is Thomas, I am seven years old, have been here for two years and am immune. WICKED is good, so let me sleep now." He glared sleepily at the other boy who was looking at him oddly, the dim light from the hallways leaking past him and casting a warm glimmer across Thomas' room. The boy almost grinned at Thomas, a look of amusement lighting up his pale face. Thomas noticed a splash of freckles across the bridge of his nose and spreading on over his cheeks. They were all very small and pale, scarcely noticeable despite his pale skin.

The boy nodded a hello, finally speaking to reveal a scratchy voice that did not appeal to Thomas' ears. "I'm Gally, eight-years-old, been here for half my life and I'm also immune. I concur, WICKED is indeed good and no. I will not let you sleep. You have peaked my curiosity. Why are you separated from the others?"

Thomas continued to glare at said Gally. "I don't give a rat's tail for why I'm here and not with everyone else, so let me sleep!" He let out a irritated and tired growl at the boy.

Gally held his hands up, still standing in the doorway. "I don't give a rat's nose for the fact that you're tired, I'm curious! Tell me and I'll let you rest." Crossing his arms over his chest, Gally glared at Thomas. "Well?!" He demanded in annoyance when Thomas didn't immediately reply.

"I don't freaking no! Now get out of here before I make you! I'm freaking tired so go! Now!"

Gally stepped forward, a menacing expression on his face. "Listen here, pipsqueak! I'm older than you, so I outrank you. You listen here, now. Tell me why you are separated from the others!"

"Look!" Thomas growled darkly. "I don't know who you are, I don't care who you are, what I know is that this is my terrain, my room. Here, I outrank everyone. Considering the fact that you're in my room, you're acting pretty stuck up. If you want answers, why don't you go ask the Director or something. I don't have the answers to what you want to know. Jeez, why can't you at least be nice like Newt is. He apologized for waking me up, didn't bug me with questions that I couldn't answer and left when he thought I was getting really tired! You are have done none of those things! Aris, idiot he may be, at least knocks first! Now get out of my damn room!"

"Grump," Gally mumbled in annoyance. "Your no fun!" His black, crew-cut hair stood up in front like a little Mohawk, casting a shadow across his face while his brown eyes shone from beneath the cold shadow. He was dressed in a simple set of pyjamas, not like the fuzzy ones Newt wore. They were a plain dark blue and had no appeal whatsoever. All in all, he seemed to be a sight for sore eyes with the deformed potato that took the place of his nose, similar to pictures of a strange type of extinct monkey Thomas had seen, one with a very large nose.

"Look!" Thomas hissed at the boy glaring ferociously at his over-sized nose. "Get out of my room this instant! I'm exhausted, too tired to pay attention in class and my grades are slipping." His eyes turned desperate as he blew a lock of his brown hair out of his eyes. "I can't afford to fail any of my classes, let alone all of them like I'm going to if I don't get enough rest. I can work with loosing one night of sleep a week, but I'm this week I've already lost five, including you. I can't operate like this. Please," he pleaded softly. "Just let me sleep."

Gally frowned as though confused at the thought of wanting to rest. Clearly, he was not loosing nearly as much sleep as Thomas. He huffed darkly, spinning on his heel and slamming the door shut behind him. Thomas smiled at the doorway, shrinking into his blankets and drifting off into the beautiful darkness of sleep.

Hey guys! This is my chapter for Thomas and Gally's first meeting. Please review and drop of an idea, though I may do Newt and Minho next. I'm afraid I won't be able to read any reviews for a soon approaching twenty-four hours about a day and a half from now, so I need ideas soon if I want to be able to update after my lack of internet has left.