Protective

Chapter 14

Newt wakes up slowly, he's warm and he can hear Frank purring still. Pickett is squeaking at him, but Newt isn't really sure what he's saying. He's in a fuzzy state between awake and asleep, he isn't too sure he wants to get up, but Pickett's squeaking is becoming instant. Newt groans and slowly sits half upright, catching Pickett before he can slip down his chest.

"What's the matter Pick?" Newt questions softly, he's a bit thirsty now that he thinks about it, Newt rubs at his eyes and stretches his legs out a bit.

Newt sits up abruptly almost whacking his head on one of Frank's wings, now that he thinks about it, Queenie and Credence were down here with him, and he fell asleep. They must be worried sick, they also probably haven't been able to find him, what with Frank's wings covering most of his body.

He pushes gently at Frank's wings till Frank lets him up. Newt rubs at his eyes again, trying to get rid of the crustiness in them, he looks around trying to see if he can spot Credence, or Queenie. He doesn't have much luck, but Frank's habitat is closer to everything, he hopes no one's hurt anyone.

Newt stands slowly still clutching Pickett close to his chest, his body still aches from the curse, he sends Frank a smile and pats his neck gently. Frank curls his wings up, and continues to purr, Newt smiles at him. He should probably go find Queenie and Credence, the medi witches are probably fretting over where Newt has gone. Newt groans as he walks toward the hut where he last see them, Pickett squeaks at him again.

"Yes Pick, I know. I shouldn't have slept under Frank's wings. Yes, you little worry wart, I won't do it again." Newt responds with a fond smile, he pulls Pickett closer to his chest.

Newt finds Credence with the Occamies, one of them has taken a liking to him and if the little one had the choice she would stay with Credence no doubt. Newt wonders if she's already tired to convince Credence to take her out of the suitcase.

"They can be very affectionate when they want to be, can't they." Newt states softly, Credence jumps and Newt instantly feels bad. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you." Credence turns slowly with the Occamy wrapped around his wrist.

"Oh, no that's already. Queenie just went looking for you. You sort of disappeared, we were a bit worried." Credence smiles, taking in Newt's ruffled appearance and spotting Pickett in his hand. "Where's the Swooping Evil?" Credence asks, trying to find him.

Newt smiles, "He likes sleeping in my sleeve." Newt lifts his arms and pulls his sleeve up a bit so Credence can see the Swooping Evil's body poking out a bit. "As for my disappearance, I do apologize for that by the way, but I believe I'm still healing. I went to see Frank and fell asleep with him." Credence frowns in confusion.

"I checked that half, I didn't see you with him." Newt smiles softly.

"I was underneath his wings. He likes to cover me like I'm his chick, it's actually quite sweet. It also means he trusts me." Newt explains and Newt smiles.

"That does sound sweet." Credence replies with a smile.

"We should probably go find Queenie and then do one more tour before going back up." Newt decides, and Credence nods. "That little leech hasn't been bothering you has she?" Newt gestures to the Occamy around Credence's wrist.

"No, she's been pretty sweet. She became attached after I feed them a couple of times." Credence explains, Newt smiles.

"I'm glad, normally they get nippy, or cranky when you don't feed them fast enough." Newt smiles, and wonders where Queenie wandered off to. "We should probably go look for Queenie." Credence nods in agreement.

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Queenie had gotten lost, at least she thinks she's lost. She doesn't think it would be hard to get lost in this suitcase, it's way too big and she can't seem to back track. She also has no idea where Credence and Newt are, she's pretty sure Newt wandered off to see some of his other creatures and make sure they were all okay, but she can't say where exactly he is now.

She'll figure her way back eventually, although at this point she's not sure how long she's been wandering, for all she knows she's been going in circles. Queenie sighs, at least it's a small break from hearing so many thoughts, it gets overwhelming at times, hearing everyone's inner voices speaking all at once. She wishes it had an off switch sometimes.

Queenie turns around and tries to back track again, she ends up in the Bowtruckle side of the case. Queenie isn't sure how friendly the other Bowtruckles are, or how welcome they are to outside attention. Although, she doesn't think they're harmful or frightening, she wonders how Newt works with these creatures all the time. She wonders if there's ever been any creatures that frighten him, not to mention where he learned how to care for all these creatures.

Queenie hears the barest hint of what sounds like voices, she turns wondering if it's thoughts she's hearing or voices. She follows the sound and comes across Newt and Credence.

"Oh good, I was lost there for a second." Queenie smiles brightly, Newt jumps a little.

"Ah Queenie, you scared me. I'm glad we found you though. We were wondering where you'd gotten to." Newt smiles, looking past her shoulder.

Queenie smiles again, "And here we are, so we should probably head back up. The nurses probably want to do another checkup now that you're awake." Newt flushes a little after her statement.

"I almost forgot about them honestly, alright I guess we better go." Queenie can hear his thoughts, knows that he doesn't want to leave just yet, but also knows that he needs to be checked over, cause he's no use to his creatures if he's hurt, or dead.

"We can leave the case here if you're feeling better, that way you can visit them whenever you want. Even if we don't Pickett, and the Swooping Evil will probably refuse to let you go." Queenie suggests and Newt smiles blindly at her, meeting her eyes for a second.

"That would be awesome." Newt beams, Queenie and Credence exchange fond looks.

They head to the exit of the case and head back into the hospital, Newt appears much happier after seeing his creatures.

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Gellert paces, he's becoming restless in this cell. Tina came back yesterday, but she won't give Gellert anything useful on how Newton is doing. She refuses to keep their questioning going, citing that she barely knows anything about Newt and that it's not her right to say anything.

Gellert's fingers itch for his magic, they itch to wrap around her throat and squeeze, he's going crazy. He just wants to know if Newton is okay, is that so hard to ask, he's thinking maybe he should break out of here after all, even if it means exposing his little spies.

Albus is probably laughing at him right now, he probably knew Gellert would like Newton. Gellert sighs, his empathy for Newton is unfortunate, but Gellert isn't sure if he regrets it. He does wonder if he should alter his plans or not.

He's not too sure, he'll have to think long and hard about it before he escapes.