Victoria fumed for a long time. He had worked her up and left. She knew he was the dominant one in their relationship, he liked being in control and taking the lead, but that was just mean. It did not make her anger towards everything else better, in fact it made it worse. She paced up and down the small little concrete room.

The longer the night went in the colder she got. Her bed over the stable she was warm and cozy. This was cold and uncomfortable. The ground was uneven and the ground hard packed. The cement walls kept the heat out and the cold in. By sometime in the middle of the night Victoria could see her breath and her teeth were chattering so bad she couldn't stop it she wanted to.

Her hands and feet were numb, and she knew her lips were blue. She knew she had to keep moving it she would freeze even more. Part of her mind knew she was started to get hyperthermia but the other half of her mind was too cold to care. She slid down the wall and huddled as tightly as she could. Her heart was beating so fast just trying to keep her blood flowing, she couldn't feel her hands or feet anymore, they weren't functioning. And her eyes kept fluttering. She couldn't stay away any more. She finally lost the battle and her eyes slid closed and her body was pulled into a dark cold peaceful sleep.

•×•

Gally

He had a hard time sleeping. He kept second guessing what he did. He growled as he lay in their bed and growled. It wasn't long after Victoria woke up with nightmares that he just gave up running across the Glade and moved into her room above the barn. Jeff and Clint moved into his room, so all three Medjacks were available in the Homestead where the Med room was. George was sharing a room with Jack and everyone was happy. He sat up and angerly punched his pillow a few times trying to puff it up. He huffed and flipped back. Bark whined and crawled closer. Gally scratched his head.

"Ya, I know boy. I miss her too. But...rules are rules and she can't break them without punishment. We can't make exceptions because she's cute."

Bark whined again. Making Gally sigh again. He checked his watch 2am. He could let her out at 6am. Four more hours. He threw an arm over his face and tried to sleep. His mind was now wandering back to Victoria and her little Vixen episode. Shuck she can be a little vixen sometimes. Next time I should let her play it out. His stomach somersaulted when he thought back, her moans and the way she begged. He smirked under his arm. He loved listening to her whine and beg, it turned him on even more. He knew he left her worked up and bothered, and he was going to pay for it tomorrow.

He had done this before, and she made him suffer the next few days, it was a dangerous game they played with each other. She would find other ways to get back at him until neither of them could take it anymore. It had been almost a year of them being together, and despite all the teasing and shenanigans, they hadn't actually crossed "that" line. Despite what everyone in the Glade suspected, she wasn't ready and he respected that. That was one he wasn't going to push and take control over, she wasn't ready and he had told her right from the start of their relationship No was a full sentence and if she said no, then he wasn't going to force her. He respected her and her boundaries....yet the way he knew he could make her whine and beg and whimper...being in control, made him feel amazing and powerful. Eventually Gally fell asleep into a restless sleep, his mind replaying their little escapade in the slammer and he was imagining how she was going to get him back.

•×•

Gally stumbled out of bed and down the stairs, he knew it was still early, so he swung by Fry's and grabbed some coffee.

"You're up early." Frypan observed.

Gally shrugged. Yawning he grabbed some coffee, filling up the mug with a satisfied hum. Fry chuckled and shook his head. Alby slid up beside him, holding his mug out. Gally filled his mug.

"Ready to get your girl?" Alby asked stifling a yawn.

"Yeah."

"She wasn't a happy camper yesterday." Fry stated, flipping pancakes.

"Yeah well, Minho has been finding ways to get under her skin." Gally snapped.

"Still?" Alby asked, "I told him to cut that klunk out."

Gally let a sharp bark of laughter out. "When has that slinthead ever listen to ules All? He keeps it quiet during council meetings, but goes at her until he gets a reaction."

"He doesn't get one from you, does he?" Alby frowned, and pulled his eyebrows together. "He goes for you too?" Gally just gave him a what do you think look. Alby groaned.

"He goes for anyone he sees as inferior. He picks on her because she's the only girl. Goes for me 'cause she didn't pick him. Told me a while ago, he was pissed about something and spat that klun at me, how he had no idea why the only girl would pick me. blah blah blah."

"He said that klunk?" Fry asked, looking shocked.

"Yeah, of course he would. The shank is as aragonite as they come! He had been picking n her all day, ya she lost it at supper."

"Damn. Had I known that, I'd have thrown his ass in the slammer too!" Alby grumbled.

"There's still time." Gally suggested.

Alby and Fry snorted in amusement. They waved good bye to Fry and started towards the slammer. Newt passed them heading towards the wall doors, looking deep in thought, and only gave a half hearted wave when they called good morning. Gally tried stifling another yawn.

"So what else does Min say to you guys?" Alby asked.

"He'll slid up to Tori and whisper klunk like he's a better kisser, a better ride, he'll show her how a real man can tret her. He asks why she's with a coward. He constantly finds any opportunity to jab at me, calling me a coward and sissy all because I choose not to run around like a shuck chicken without a head in the halls of death."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. I can't believe you don't know this!"

Alby was frowning even more, and was now rubbing his head angrily, "I guess George, Jack and Winston know?"

Gally hummed with a nod. Alby cursed under his breath and then sighed heavily. "I guess I got an apology to make."

Alby pulled the keys out and knocked on the door, "Hey Girly! Rise and shine!" There was no answer, he looked over his shoulder to Gally, "She a heavy sleeper?"

"Nah, she's a light sleeper, any sort of noise and she's awake."

Alby undid the lock and with a grunt, yanked the door open. There was no answer or movement in side. Alby and Gally peered into the gloom. Gally shivered.

"Damn its cold in here!" Alby grumbled. He jumped down inside followed by Gally. Still no movement. It took him a few seconds to see her sleeping form huddled in the corner. He smirked, was this how she was going to get back at him for yesterday? He would have to treat her like the shuck princess she was? Carry her around, breakfast in bed...

"Hey Freckles." He called with a chuckle, stepping up and crouching down. She still hadn't moved, not even a flinch. He frowned and leaned closer. "Tori?" He moved some of her curls from her face and let out a long string of cures. Alby was beside him in a second.

"Shuck!"

Gally slid his arms under her and picked her up as gentle as he could, but also as fast as e could. Her skin was ice, her lips were blue and she was hardly breathing.

"We gotta get her to Jack!" Alby said, already climbing out of the Slammer, holding the door open for Gally. They raced across the Glade, flinging the door open, Gally was yelling for Jack. A door down the hall flew open and Minho came stumbling out, looking like they woke him up.

"Aww poor little princess have an owie?" He smirked. "Did you try kiss her better? I'd do it if you are too much of a coward to do it-"

"Minho!" Alby appeared behind Gally, "Shut up."

He held his hands up, "What ever you say admiral." giving Alby an innocent look. Gally shoved passed him into the med room, where Jack had just thrown the door open.

Alby had stopped and poked Minho roughly in the chest. "This wouldn't have happened if you just kept your shucken trap shut!"

"How is this my fault?" Minho cried.

"You're a shucken slinthead who never knows when to close your mouth, and pushed her over the edge yesterday." Alby growled, "Had I known about the shucken comments you throw at her, I'd have thrown your shuck ass in the slammer too! Next time she flips Imma let her and you're ass is going in there. We clear?"

"Whatever. Take her side 'cause she's the shucken princess, and everyone does whatever, and she gets away with it all." Minho snapped and slammed the door in Alby's face. Gally's attention was on Jack and Victoria.

"She's got hyperthermia, just needs to warm up.." Jack finally said.

Alby and Gally let out a sigh. George kicked the door open, looking panicked. Jack turned around and soothed him.

"She needs to warm up slowly. Gally...this is the one time imma tell you, shirt off and get into bed with your girl. Body heat is the best way to warm her up." Jack said, he kept a serious face, but his eyes danced with amusement.

"Don't gotta tell me twice."

Gally pulled his shirt off and slid onto the bed beside her, pulling her onto his chest, Jack pulled the blanket over them. Everyone sighed and the panicked tension in the room disappeared.

"I'm going to murder that shucken shuck face!" George grumbled.

Alby and him left and Jack came back with a hot water bottle. He helped Gally get her shirt off, and pulled the blanket back up over them, and then laid the hot water bottle on her back.

"Just gotta wait until her body warms up and then she'll wake up."

Gally nodded and tightened his arms around her, letting yet another yawn out.

"Sleep ya shank. She'll be awake soon." Jack turned the lights out and left them in the quiet med room. Gally gently ran his hands through her hair and closed his eyes. He was asleep in minutes, feeling better that she was back on his chest in his arms.

•×•

Tory:

Her eyes fluttered open and it took her a while to figure out where she was and why she was in a different place. She felt a gentle rise and fall under her, and a familiar rhythmic thump of Gally's heart. She was shivering but couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Morning Baby Doll."

Her stomach summersaulted. His rough sleepy voice made her weak kneed and her mouth water.

"Where am I?"

"Med room. Alby and I went to let you out, but you had passed out, your body was shuttin' down with hyperthermia."

"Who's fault was that?" she snapped, between her chattering teeth.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't know it would get so cold!"

"Whatever Gally."

She was still really pissed at him from doing her dirty like that. He was going to have payback. And right now she was cold, hungry and angry. She was still worked up, but she wasn't going to give in that fast, he needed to work his way back into her good books. She shifted, so she had a knee on both sides of his hips and slowly sat up. Using way more hip then necessary. His eyes shot open and she heard him suck in a sharp breath. She now sat straddled his lap. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing her shirtless top half. She knew Gally was staring. She yawned and stretched dramatically, arching her back, tilting her head, giving him a wonderful clear view.

Before he could do anything, she flattened her hands on his bare chest and slid off his lap, grinding her hips a bit more, making him groan slightly. She got up off the bed, bent over and grabbed her shirt from the ground, Gally took the opportunity to dmach her butt. She slowly straightenrd up and turned around. With eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched she stepped closer to the bed pulling her shirt on and then leaned over so her lips were just brushing his.

"You don't get to touch." She whispered seductively.

She straighted up and spun away, slamming the med guy door behind her. She stormed down the hall and down the stairs. She was storming past the main floor bedrooms when a small little meow. Victoria stopped and looked at the door. The meowing and whining was desperate. She could hear the cat scratching on the door. Victoria knocked on the door. No answer.

"Hello?" She called.

No answer.

"I'm going to open the door..."

She slowly and cautiously twisted the handle and pushed the door open. A fluffy orange cat booked it out of the room. Frowning in confusion the cat circled her legs begging for attention. She bent down and picked up the cat.

"Morning Peaches. What's the matter today? Huh?" She scratched the cat's head. "What's wrong?"

She glanced back into the room and gasped. His room was distroyed, every drawer was pulled out, his bed was disheveled, close pulled out and left all over the floor. Like she was drawn into the room like a magnet she stepped closer.

"What the shuck? Gally isn't enough for you now, your going for Newt?" A snarky voice said from behind her.

"Minho, have you been watching Newt?"

"What the shuck does that mean? Have I been watching him! He's a big shucken boy, why do I gotta watch him?"

"Because I'm positive he's got depression and it's bad. Look!" She finally turned to face the arragant Keeper and pointed to the destroyed room.

"Okay, so he's messy...what's the point?"

"No, he's not messy. I've been here to help with Peaches, and his room is always perfectly organized and cleaned. His cat is always happily sleeping on his bed. Somethings wrong Minho."

"Uhg. Here we go again. Raging girl emotions. Get over it sweetheart. He's fine." Minho waved a hand and walked away. Victoria growled in frustration. Still holding the cat which was purring now, she slowly stepped further into Newt's room. Glancing around her eyes landed on a small piece of paper stuck to the wall. Her heart stopped and dropped into her stomach and then immediately jumped into her throat and started to hammer over time.

She ripped the paper off the wall and sprinted to go find Alby. Fear and panic flooding her system.