ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

an impossible cure

Newt and Minho sit in Thomas's room, books and papers spread out in front of them. Thomas lays in the bed, asleep. 

"This is impossible!" Minho says, slamming down a book. "What are we even looking for?"

Newt shakes his head. "I don't know. But be quieter. Thomas is asleep."

"Aw." Minho mocks. 

"Shut up." Newt says, picking up a piece of paper. "This one says we need a blood sample."

"How the shuck are we supposed to get a blood sample?" Minho asks incredulously. 

"I don't know." Newt says, putting the paper down. "I guess that's probably not the best idea anyway." 

Newt sighs, looking at Thomas. 

"He'll be fine." Minho says, following his gaze. "We'll find a cure."

Newt nods. "Yeah, I know."

Minho picks up a small pile of papers. "This seems stupid." Minho scoffs.

"Oh, give it here." Newt says, snatching it from Minho. He scans the paper. "Yeah, this is stupid."

"I told you." Minho says. 

Newt puts his head in his hands. 

"Newt?" Minho says. "Newt? You okay?"

Newt doesn't respond. He presses his palms against his eyes, making them hurt. 

"Newt, you have to talk to me." Minho says, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

Newt just shakes his head. "He's going to die or he's going to be powerless and Janson will have the power to control time and we'll all die."

"Newt, that's not going to happen." Minho says. 

Newt takes his head out of his hands. "You don't know that." He stands up. "Just go."

"Newt, this isn't even your room." Minho points out.

"Just go!" He says. 

Minho walks out of the room, shaking his head. Newt sits back down and straightens the piles of books and papers. He sits on the edge of the bed and puts a hand on Thomas's arm. 

"Please don't die, Tommy." He whispers. "I don't know what I'd do if you die." Thomas doesn't wake up. Newt looks at him, tears in his eyes. He sighs. "I should go." He kisses his forehead. "I love you, Tommy."

Newt stands up and walks out of the room, to sleep in his own bed for the first time since Thomas arrived.

That night, Thomas wakes around 2:30. He blinks. He pushes himself upright, panting from the effort. He leans back against the wall. He desperately wants to find Newt, but he can barely sit, nevermind walk. He sighs. Then, he feels something wet fall down his face. He brings his hand to his cheek and pulls it away. Some kind of golden liquid rests on his fingertips, glinting in the moonlight. 

"What the hell..." Thomas mutters. 

Now he really needs to get Newt. Thomas puts a hand on the wall and makes himself stand. He nearly falls over from the pain. 

Somehow, he makes it to Newt's room and falls down beside his bed. 

"Newt..." He breathes. "I need you to wake up."

His eyes flutter open. "Tommy? What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry." Thomas says. "But it took a lot to get here and I just...need to show you something."

Newt rubs the sleep from his eyes. "What is it?" He looks at Thomas. "Why is your face all glittery?"

"I don't know." Thomas says, breathing heavily. "That's kind of why I came. It's some kind of golden liquid."

Newt doesn't say anything but his face changes.

"What?" Thomas asks. "What is it? You know what, tell me later. I think I might pass out."

"Tommy, come here." He says and helps him up onto the bed. "Just sleep here tonight."

Thomas lays down. "Thanks." He mumbles. "Night."

"Night." Newt says, brushing away the golden tears from his cheek. 

Newt lays down too, somehow falling asleep.

The next morning, Newt wakes up with Thomas's arm over his side. He smiles and moves it.

"Tommy, wake up." He whispers.

Thomas opens his eyes reluctantly. "Why?" He asks. 

"I think I know what the gold shit is." Newt says. "Sit up."

Thomas does, wincing. He blinks and more of it falls from his eyes.

"Tommy, open your eyes all the way. Wide." Newt instructs.

Thomas does. Newt gasps. The color in his eyes is draining, becoming duller and duller. More grey. 

"Oh no." Newt says. "We really have to hurry."

"It's okay." Thomas says, his chest falling up and down with every breath. "I can be powerless. It's fine."

"It's not fine." Newt says. "If you are powerless, Janson will find a way to extract it from the golden stuff." 

Thomas looks at him. "Why...does it matter?"

"Thomas, if he has that power, I don't know what he would do with it, but I know it would be bad." Newt says. "Really shucking bad."

Thomas nods, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall. "Do I have to help?" 

Newt shakes his head and brushes some of Thomas's hair out of his eyes. "No, love, no, you don't. Just stay here."

Thomas nods. "Sounds good to me."

Newt nods. "I'm going to go find Minho."

"Bye." Thomas says.

"Bye." Newt says, walking out of the room.

He wanders out to the courtyard.

"Hey, Min." Newt says, sitting down next to him.

"Call me that one more time and I'll snap your neck."

"Love you too." Newt sighs. "Anyway, there's something wrong with Thomas. I think his power is leaving him."

"What do you mean?" Minho asks.

Newt explains. Minho nods.

"Yeah..." He says. "I guess we better shucking hurry. Or he'll die."

"Yeah, thanks." Newt says dryly. "I know. But he won't."

"Where is he now?" Minho asks. "I want to see it for myself."

"My room." Newt says.

Minho sighs. "Of course he is. Let's go."

The pair walk back to Newt's room.

"Hey, Thomas." Minho says. "How're you doing?"

Thomas looks at him. "I'm great. Just dying a little is all."

"Alright, smart ass." Minho says. "Show me your eyes."

Thomas opens his eyes and Minho furrows his eyebrows. 

"Weird." He says.

"I know." Newt says. "What do we do?"

Minho looks at him. "I have no shucking clue."

A/N: I would just like to say that my kitten is constantly upgrading in cuteness. Yeah. No actual things to say. Love y'all. :3