Dylmas & Newtmas oneshots

He called me Tommy

A/N **This isn't really Newtmas more of like Newtmas in a best friend way rather than in lover way**

I walked into my little girls room to find her on he bed crying. "Whats wrong, hun"? I asked sympathetically. She turned around with her eyes red and bloodshot. "I found some...notes". I coked my head to the side in confusion. "What kind of notes"? She sniffled. "Sad ones..they were in your drawers.

~Flashback~

I sat at the table looking through a magazine. I saw an advertisement about shots for the flare. A salty tear escaped from my eye as I stared at the page. "Why are you crying, Daddy"? The voice of Shaylen, my daughter filled my ears. "I'm fine, thank you sweetie". I replied as I wiped the water away. She shook her head, brown locks of hair swaying from side to side. "People don't cry when their fine, what happend"? Nothing I'm just thinking.

~End Of Flashback~

"What do they say"? She wiped her tears. "Oh it's just awful daddy! Things about if your really friends you kill someone, or he got taken to the crank palace, I thought that didn't exist"! She sniffled. I almost fell back into the wall. "Daddy, you look pale. Are you okay"? I sat back into a chair. "Those notes were written by the most amazing person daddy ever knew." Shaylen walked over to my side. "Well, what happend to them?" She asked. "The flare consumed his brain, he asked me to shoot him. That's why I was crying when I read the newspaper a while back, I saw an advertisement for flare shots." Shaylens eyes were getting teary. "What was his name"? She asked. My cheeks were wet from the tears that fell.

"Newt."