The other keepers and Newt shuffled out of the homestead. They had just finished their meeting that I had sat on the porch anxiously awaiting the verdict. It pleased me to see Paul with a scowl and hands tied together. Just like how mine had been.

"Dirty Whore." He whisper shouted at me before Winston pulled him back. His remarks hardly made me wince anymore. He'd have to get more creative for me to pay them any mind. Newt stayed on the porch as the others trailed off. Gally said he was going to make sure the builders were doing their work. Leaving me with Newt.

"What is it?" I got up from the floor. "What's going to happen to him?" Newt rubbed a hand on neck, bring it down to his side.

"I think you're going to want to sit down for this." He said tiredly, pointing at the porch swing. Confusion and curiosity ached and burned inside of me. Still I obliged and took a seat next to him.

"Tell me Newt." I added a "Please." To soften him up. Spinning my rings around he finally answered.

"He threatened to kill you, pretty graphically. And we know you two haven't had the best past. The other keepers wanted to give him more of a punishment but Paul said that you burned something of his? Does that sound familiar?" Yes. My mind flashed back to last night. Jars. Gasoline. Laughing. High-fives. Fire.

"No. No that doesn't ring a bell to me at all." I said while shaking my head. "But hypothetically if a person had done this why would that change anything?"

"Well hypothetically if you had burned something, that something that you burned was very important to him." How could what I had burned been important? They were just old paper figures looking old enough to disintegrate.

"What was it? Gold?" I asked.

"Dunno." Newt shrugged. "Wouldn't tell us. Gave us some klunk piece of an excuse that it was sentimental."

"Sentimental? How could-" I stopped before I could expose myself. He didn't seem to notice.

"Anyways this supposed act of arson is probably going to fall on you because of your background. But because both of you sort of wronged each other it levels out. Paul will do today and all of tomorrow in the slammer."

"He's just gonna try to kill me again!" Paul was sort of unpredictable like me. That's what made him so fearsome. It was impossible to know what exactly he was capable of.

"I know I know I know." Newt placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me. "But he apologized in the meeting. Said he wanted to apologize to you himself but we wouldn't let him see you. Seemed sort of...sincere. Paul was one of the first people to come up. Not one of the originals but he was close after that. It's hard to get rid of someone who's been here so long." He patted me on my head. "Now go upstairs and help the medjacks." Thoughts swirling in my head I stood up to leave but then Newt grabbed my arm. "Also if you were to hypothetically know where are clothes are that would help too."

"Well I might've seen someone switch your clothes." I mumbled. "Hypothetically." He gave me a nod.

"Thanks y/n."

"Whatever Mom."

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"Nice Gally." My 'boyfriend' was walking over to the builders table for dinner and the teasing still hadn't stopped. To be fair Gally didn't wipe or clean the lipstick marks off. It seemed like from the slight smirk he carried that he was just fine with the remarks.

"Someone got into the makeup huh."

"Fun day eh?"

"Hot."

"Hey can your girlfriend kiss me next?" I replied to that one before Gally could even produce words.

"How do you know it was me that kissed him?" I asked, tipping my head slightly. "This is the first I've seen of this. Gally's cheating!"

"Am not." Gally said while placing his tray next to me.

"Prove it." I poked him in the ribs. "You won't."

"Ha ha ha." His tone was monotone and flat. "You're very funny y/n." I nicked the bread off of his plate.

"That's what they tell me." I was muffled through my bite of bread. He snatched the rest of it out of my hand, keeping the doughy treat guarded from my grip. An idea struck me. Pulling out a permanent marker from my pockets I started rolling up Gally's sleeve.

"What are you doing now?" He grumbled. The other builders seemed just as curious. The pen flicked ink across his skin spelling something out.

'y/n'

"There. Now you're mine." He looked down at his arm with an eyebrow raise.

"Do I get a turn?"

"Of course!" I thrust the pen at him. "Go on Da Vinci." He took it, scanning my body like a canvas. Then he found it.

"Here." Gally gripped my thigh in his hand, holding it in place. Signing his name on my skin with a flourish, the felt tip tickling my thigh. He capped the pen tossing it back to me. My face tingled, feeling like it had gotten extra hot.

"Thanks." I blurted. He just gave me a strange look and let a tiny grin stretch out his face.

"Weirdo."

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"Just the two people I've been looking for."

(This next part glitched out but it's essentially Newt giving Gally and y/n the talk. I'll rewrite this when I have time. Again Wattpad is being a Vagine, sorry)