"We're gonna run out of trees," Eve, reaching up for a branch above her head, was already getting tired. They were determined to finish the roof today. Only a few more sections needed to be filled to make it secure. The poles underneath the dugout supported the weight and Gally was pretty content with it.

The blonde was standing next to Eve. He was calculating how many more branches were needed with furrowed eyebrows.

"No, we aren't. There are hundreds of trees out here,"

Eve jumped, missing the bark by only an inch. She steadied, frowning, and tried again.

"Maybe for the roof, but what about the tower? We've taken a lot of the branches suitable for building,"

Gally saw they needed about twelve more branches. He turned back to Eve, struggling to reach the branch.

"We'll start taking the larger ones. We have axes, we'll cut and sand them. It's the same thing," He walked towards her as he spoke. Without warning, he bent down and grabbed her by the legs and waist, hefting her up on his shoulder. Eve yelped and tried to steady herself as Gally took a step closer to the tree. Taking the hint, Eve took hold of the branch and pulled herself onto it. She stood up, breathing unevenly as she looked down at Gally. He stared back at her, his hands on his hips.

"What?" He sounded impatient.

Eve blinked and looked up.

"Thank you," Her voice was a whisper. Soon enough, her legs were disappearing through the leaves. She had tanned since her arrival, the pale complexion of her skin had blistered into an olive tone. No amount of soap cleaned that off. Gally shrugged and turned away. He had already shaped most of the branches in their pile, getting ahead of the work that day's work. He leaned up against the tree, one leg bent to steady himself against the trunk.

The sun was not as intense under the shade, but the moisture and bugs were not much better. Gally squinted to keep the tiny creatures out of his eyes. He looked up briefly to see Eve had found another branch and was working away steadily. Returning to his work, Gally decided to try a conversation.

"So, you're no longer a Greenie. How does that feel?"

At first, Eve didn't reply and Gally thought she hadn't heard him. He was about to drop the whole idea when she finally spoke back.

"Not being called 'Greenie' will be nice,"

Gally smirked and continued cutting off the twigs on his stick.

"You've got a name and we use it,"

"You don't,"

Gally looked up through half squinted eyes. She had finished with the first branch.

"Watch out," He stepped away from the trunk, the branch fell and he tossed it into the pile.

"What do you mean?"

Eve, having found another branch just above the one she had tossed, was at it again and took a moment to reply.

"You've never used my name,"

Gally snorted.

"Yes, I have,"

"No, you haven't,"

"I'm sure I have,"

Eve's voice was firm.

"You haven't. You've called me Greenie, 'the girl' and 'hey you',"

Gally stared at the stick he was working on.

She was right.

He had never actually called her by name. Why? Probably because he still hadn't accepted the fact that she was a girl. He remembered the thoughts he had had upon her arrival. Girls were useless when it came down to doing hard work and they only got in the way.

The dug-out roof was almost finished and he didn't have a broken bone to speak of.

Eve had done all the little jobs Alby had thrown her way. The sticks, Newt's garden and even working with Fry Pan on the evening meals. She had had her hand in just about everything, except running the Maze.

"Watch out," Gally moved automatically and was back in his place before Eve had time to pick another branch.

"It's just different, I guess,"

Eve looked down at him now, her knife held at her side, the blade pointing down at him.

"Because I'm a girl?"

Gally rolled his eyes. Don't get defensive.

"It's not a bad thing, it's just different. It's a change. Change in this place doesn't usually end well,"

"How so?"

Gally looked away, down to the right, chopping and hacking at the stick absentmindedly; he nearly shaved his thumb.

"You'd have to ask Alby, it's not really my story,"

Eve didn't respond. After a moment of looking at the top of Gally's head, she turned back and reached up to take hold of another branch, hacking at the end with her knife. Silence followed for some time before Eve spoke up again.

"Do you think I'm a mistake?"

Gally looked up, surprised.

"I doubt it. This whole place is too 'planned out' for whoever's in charge to make a mistake. I guess it's all part of the puzzle,"

Eve looked down at him, her arms over her head. She was stretching to reach the branch she was working on. Her toes were curled as she fought to hold her balance.

"So why am I the only one?"

Eve didn't open up like this often, especially to him. Gally put down his stick and turned to look up at her.

"We don't know,"

Eve turned away for a moment, sawing into her branch. Her foot slipped an inch and she wavered. After a moment, she steadied herself and continued working.

"Be careful," Gally was not in the mood to deal with a broken limb. Eve only continued to hack at the branch.

"You don't think it's for procreation, do you?" Eve's question was so abrupt and tense that Gally flinched away. It did not seem like she wanted to ask or hear the answer.

He felt his face grow red. He turned away from the tree, suddenly angry that she had to bring that up.

"I don't know! I told you, we don't know, okay?"

Eve glared down at him, her face contorted. She held on tightly to the half sawed branch, her feet dangerously close to slipping again.

"So you do think that's why I'm here!"

Gally whipped around, holding the trunk with both his hands as he looked up at her, glaring.

"I didn't say that! Did you hear me say that? I said we don't know! Even if we did consider that, do you think we would leave you out of that conversation?"

Eve's eyes flared and she waved her knife at him.

"You seem to leave me out of an awful lot!"

"We don't tell everyone everything! You think you're the only one left out? Don't be absurd!" For a brief moment, Gally wished she would fall, only to make her shut up. He banished the thought as his face grew even hotter.

Eve turned around on her branch to face him, her body twisted as she maintained her hold on the branch. Her balance was compromised, but she was too worked up to notice.

"If you all think that's what I'm here for, you must have told the others! You must have all talked about it in your little meetings!"

"Why would we do that? That's not a decision we get to make!" Gally hit the trunk of the tree with his fist, frustration making him forget her delicate hold. "God, do you think we're that savage?"

"You're a bunch of boys living in the woods, what else do you call yourselves?!"

"Hey! We didn't ask to be put here, no more than you did! Don't act all high and mighty! you're no better than us!"

Eve's nostrils flared and she thrust her knife at him, her mouth open to retaliate. The movement cost her. Her branch snapped off in her hands and she stumbled forward, toppling off the tree branch. Gally, who had jumped at the snap, saw her fall all in an instant as if in slow motion, his mouth stuck open. She fell straight, crashing and ripping through the leaves; she smacked her hip off a branch and bashed her shoulder on another. She flipped a few times, her face screwed up in a silent scream. She fell right past Gally and landed on the forest floor with a sickening thud.

She didn't scream, the wind had been knocked out of her. She rolled onto her side with a wordless cry on her lips, blood pouring from her left shoulder.

It only took Gally a second to shake out of his stupor. He rushed to her side and dropped to his knees before her. Gally rolled her onto her back, accessing what he could with his hands shaking haplessly. Eve started to cry.

"Slim it!" Gally cursed, panic flooding over his body. "Stay still! Something might be broken!"

Gally cupped a hand over the wound, staving the bleeding as he determined what his next move would be. Eve screamed, clawing at his hand. Gally brushed her hand away, feeling down her arms for any more damage.

"Oh please, slim it! You'll get the whole Glade out here thinking something is wrong,"

"Something is wrong!" Eve screamed at him through her tears.

Gally ignored her, looking around to his immediate left and right. There was nothing he could use to bandage or split her shoulder. He was going to have to get her back to Jeff as soon as he could. The blood loss was not enough to kill her, but if the wound didn't get cleaned soon, there was going to be an infection. He removed his hand carefully from her wounded shoulder and Eve whimpered as he ripped off some of the clotting blood. Leaves and dirt were already outlining the gash. Gally could see there was dirt in the open flesh.

"Ah c'mon. What were you thinking? I told you to be careful!"

Eve closed and more tears washed over her face. Gally shifted so as to crouch behind her head. He carefully lifted a portion of her shirt to see if he could determine the depth of the wound there. Eve smacked his arms, squirming away.

"What are you doing?"

"Saving your life, what do you think I'm doing? Now slim it! I'm not going to tell you again!"

He couldn't see much, but there was definitely a large hole just below her collarbone. Gally shifted around again, realizing that her hysteria was only making things worse. He ground his teeth and spoke as gently as he could to her.

"Listen to me, okay? Just listen. I'm going to carry you back to Jeff. Do you hear me? I'm going to take you over my shoulder and run. It's going to hurt, but just stay as still as you can, okay? Don't move and don't squirm,"

Eve nodded through her tears, whimpering at the idea of more pain. Standing up, he grabbed her knife and set it beside their pile of sticks. He made mental notes of the location so he could return for the supplies. Eve was starting to shiver, the gash on her shoulder had all but stopped bleeding and dried blood was caked over the wound.

She would need it cleaned quickly.

"Okay, listen to me. I want you to wrap your hands around my neck, alright? I'll pick you up at the waist and then I'm going to sling you around onto my back. Just hold on as tightly as you can," She nodded again and squeezed her eyes to clear them. Gally sat her up slowly and she reached her arms around his neck, whimpering as the gash on her shoulder reopened and started bleeding again. Gally scowled at the blood and picked her up from the waist, moving her legs around his own. He then twisted her over his shoulder and she came to rest on his back. Gally hoisted her up a bit higher and, checking that she was going to keep still, began to jog slowly back out of the wood. Eve kept as quiet as she could, but could not help letting out a yelp every time Gally nudged her shoulder.

By the time he cleared the woods and stepped into the blinding sun, she had buried her face into his neck. Gally rounded the bend and passed the small pond, the dug-out and the garden. He could see Newt and Alby working on some new vines within the greenery. Newt was the first to spot the odd pair and the two soon ditched their work to catch up with Gally before he reached the Med Jack hut.

"What happened?" Alby reached Gally in a few strides. The Builder slowed but continued on his course. He jerked his head back to Eve, whose tears had soaked into his shirt.

"She fell, I don't think anything is broken, but there's been a shuck ton of blood,"

Newt followed behind the two, looking over Eve as best he could. He tried to lighten the mood as best he could.

"Broke her streak huh? What was it for you Gally, two months before your first fall? You'll be up and at it soon enough Eve. Jeff will stitch you up good,"

Eve did not respond and soon enough, Gally reached the Med Jack hut and ducked through the door. He nearly ran into Jeff, who had been on his way out. Jeff's eyes widened, immediately gesturing for Gally to set Eve down. Gally sat on the smaller of the beds, leaning back to let her lay down. Eve let go of his neck and curled up on the bed, still crying softly. Jeff went about his work, checking her arms, legs and her neck for anything broken. He noticed the blood on her chest. He caught Eve's eye, smiling gently.

"Can I see the cut under your shirt?"

Eve nodded silently, seeming to relax now that she was out of the woods. Jeff tore the shirt open at the top, making a small space for him to use his fingers to investigate the gash. He took in the size and depth and moved on to her shoulder. After a moment, he stood up and wiped his hands on a nearby towel. He turned back to Gally, Newt and Alby.

"She'll be fine. The cuts are deep, but I'll clean and bandage them. After few days, they'll start to close and heal up,"

Gally let out a shaky breath and nodded. Alby and Newt took a step back to let Jeff past. Alby pulled Gally out of the way as Jeff went off in search of clean water and soap.

"What happened?" Alby's eyes were full of questions.

Gally threw his hands toward Eve.

"This shank wasn't careful enough! She slipped! Depended too much on the branch she was chopping off. I don't know what she was thinking!" Now that the panic had left his body, he was left with frustration and anger.

Alby looked him in the eye for a moment.

"Were you close by?"

Gally nodded, not meeting Alby's gaze.

"Yeah, I was right underneath the tree,"

Newt raised an eyebrow.

"You were talking to her?"

Gally nodded again, getting angrier.

"Yeah, we were having a lively conversation!" His voice was sarcastic. "This girl thinks she's better than us!"

Alby and Newt were confused. Jeff interrupted the three as he came back with a bowl of water and a small bar of soap.

"Hey, do you guys mind? Maybe take it outside?"

Alby nodded to Jeff, gesturing Newt and Gally out of the hut. Now Alby was getting frustrated and Gally was fuming, his face bright red. Newt stood between the two, his arms over his chest, ever the mediator.

"Were you two arguing?" Alby was getting down to the bottom of the accident whether Gally cooperated or not. The blonde scoffed and turned away.

"I wouldn't call it that. She started talking crazy. Jeff said she'll be fine, what does it matter anymore?" Gally had done what he needed to and brought Eve back to the safety of Glade.

His job was done.

Alby shook his head, clearly disappointed.

"You both need to be more careful. You must have said something that upset her, I've never known Eve to be so careless,"

"Oh, okay, so now it's my fault now," Gally pointed his fingers back at himself, his face sarcastically incredulous.

"It's both of your faults! You should know better than to lose focus when someone is up a tree. Do you remember when you fell?"

Gally crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. Alby, still frustrated, knew that Gally would not see reason while in this state. There was no point in needling him any further. Taking a deep breath, Alby nodded for Newt to leave. Gally watched as the second nodded back and headed toward the garden, shaking his head to himself. Alby rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. He waved a hand at the blonde, taking on a nonchalant, dismissive air.

"Better get those sticks and finish the roof off. I'll talk to Jeff and see if Eve can come back later. I expect you to be more careful in the future, is that understood?"

Gally nodded, seeming to care less than he did before. With one last look at the hut, Gally shook his head and then began to jog back to the woods. Alby blew out a frustrated breath as he watched him leave.

A tap on his shoulder made him turn; Minho and Winston stood behind him. Alby shook off his feelings and smiled at the pair.

"Any news on the Greenie?"

"He says his name is Ben," Minho looked excited as he continued to explain. "He's calmed down pretty fast and has agreed to take a race around the Glade. Winston and I will test him and see if he's fit to be a Runner,"

Alby nodded, rubbing his hands together absently. Minho looked over his shoulder to the hut. He caught Alby's eye, an eyebrow up.

"I saw Eve go in," his voice was full of questions.

Alby sighed, shaking his head, laughing quietly.

"She and Gally seemed to have been having an argument and she fell out of a tree. Nothing is broken, but the cuts are fairly deep. Jeff is cleaning them out to avoid infection,"

Minho did not look surprised and Winston blew out a breath, his eyes wide. Alby shrugged and shook his head, seeing some humour in it all.

"It will have taught Eve a lesson and Gally's gonna be angry for a few days. Best to let the two of them work it out,"

Minho and Winston stood silent, awaiting further instructions. Alby clapped his hands together and smiled.

"Well, let's see this Greenie run!"