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"Shuck, y/n. You always have to do stuff like this." Gally scolded, but he didn't sound harsh, or even annoyed. He sounded....like he liked it. You and Gally's eyes met for a second, as you gave him a small smile. For once, Gally gave you a smile back.

"Get down before the branch breaks, you shucking idiot." Gally murmured lovingly, rolling his eyes as he got closer to the base of the tree.

You went to jump down, as Gally outstretched his arms to help you, but you nudged them away with your feet.

"I can do it!" You laughed.

Gally didn't have enough time to protest, or react, before your hand slipped and you fell to the ground.

"See, I should've helped you. But 'you had it'. " Gally responded, hoisting you up by your waist, thumb gently stroking your side. His eyes scanned over your figure, making sure you were fine, but noticed your hand was a bit soiled and cut. "Shuck, c'mon."

Gally gently took you to the med shack, ignoring the gladers eyeing both of you. He flung the door open, Clint slightly jumping.

"Hey....what's up, shank?"

She looked up from plucking blades of the rough grass, to Gally's cold face.

"What, lost your voice?" He tried to mock, grunting as he sat down next to her, barely any space between them. He tensed, staring at her.

"I don't...feel pretty." She whispered, eyes falling back to the green grass below,

"What? Why?" Gally questioned, his voice suddenly soft and full of confusion. When she just shrugged, Gally gently placed a hand on her knee. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"I'm the only."

"Stones! We need stones!" One of the Jewish leaders yelled, and Simon felt his grip on Y/n's wrist tighten on its own, as he glanced back at her, but her focus was on Jesus and the Jewish leaders discussing back and forth at each other loudly. Simon looked back at the Jewish leaders, subconsciously moving his body to shield her more.

"I and the Father are one." Jesus declared, and everything felt like a blur after. Jewish leaders were throwing stones, and all the disciples were both in panic, and trying to protect their heads. One of Simon's hands was gripping Jesus' arm, the other around Y/n's wrist, pulling her flush with his back, her small frame totally covered by him.

It felt like a rush, but soon, the disciples were rushing away, Peter and Jesus carrying Big James, who got hit in the head. Simon was still gripping Y/n's wrist, gently pulling her behind him, glancing back at her every few seconds. Then, he noticed a cart coming up ahead. Agh, it had to be now.

The disciples all ran down to the water below in panic, quickly getting in to go to the other side. Simon gently rested her against his back in the water, looking back up at the road.

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Everyone rushed through the doors, John putting out the candles on the table so they could lay Big James down. All the disciples were out of breath, but some still tried to help. Peter and Andrew called for the needed things, Simon standing next to Peter at the foot of the table. His eyes kept wandering towards Y/n, who stood in one of the corners, shivering and in shock. Rightly so, too. One of her older brothers got a stone straight to the forehead.

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"Hey, hey..."

Y/n was taken out of her racing thoughts at the sound of Zebedee's voice, and his hand on her arm, and his hand on the back of her head.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Where's Zee?" Her Abba asked, though he knew she couldn't process his words. "Y/n, look at me."

Y/n's eyes traveled up, but instead of looking at Zebedee, her eyes met His. Jesus'. And his comforting, patient smile, met with a very small, watery one of her own. Her brown eyes traveled to her Abba, who was still scanning over her for harm.

"I'm okay....James needs you." She whispered, as Zebedee's eyes searched her face for a second, before slowly nodding, leaving her alone once more.

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Zee slowly moved from his spot at the makeshift bed, towards Y/n's shaking form.

"Beauty, look at me." Zee lowly said, grabbing her attention. "James will be alright, we'll all be alright. Just a scare."

His large hands gently rubbed her arms, keeping her gently grounded to earth.

You could strangle Peter. The second he found out that you liked John, his childhood friend and fellow follower of Jesus, he made it his mission to set you two up. But that's obviously not what you want, with your glaring and smoke almost coming out of your ears, as you watched him from across the camp.

"Hey," you flinch at Andrew's voice, "You alright?" You couldn't help but vent to him. It was Peter's brother, after all, and you hoped Andrew could talk him out of his 'plan'. "I tried." Andrew sighed, "Being the rock seems to go to his head." He tried to give you a comforting smile, but it was weak and full of frustration. You got left alone with your thoughts as Andrew got called away.

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You found yourself sitting on the edge of the camp, plucking mindlessly at the blades of the rough grass. Why was Peter trying so hard to set you and John up? It didn't make sense in your mind. But, your thoughts got interrupted by John sitting on the grass next to you.

"Shalom," he greeted with his signature smile, and you felt a flush creep up your neck. "Peter said...you wanted to talk to me."

Your eyes drift over to where Peter was quietly getting scolded by Andrew, who was tugging at his hair with dismay and frustration.

"H-He did? I-I....I do?" You stammered, your cheeks flushing lightly from embarrassment, and the look on John's face. His kind smile made your stomach do a flip.