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Their sleep was dreamless but Newt didn't stop having flashbacks of his past. It started of with memories of the very start where he was with his family and the whole situation wasn't as dangerous as later. It slowly got worse. Memorie after memorie. The flare came and they had to hide. They could still go outside to get food and other stuff needed but soon near winter it got worse. The people that were called WICKED told everyone to stay inside as it would be safer. Newt, his sister and parents his in the basement. It was cold especially at night. They didn't have much blankets and his parents were often gone. He never knew where but he still had his sister, Sonya. The two siblings where always there for eachother. In the winter time they shared blankets and held eachother close to have some warmth. She helped him when he had panic attacks. He often felt like a bad big brother when he had those because he thought he had to be strong for her but she always told him that it was alright.
This night he became a flashback from the worst night he lived trough in his childhood.
It was cold outside and him and Sonya where sharing blankets again but it was still too cold. They where shivering as their mother made something to eat. They never ate much but this evening it was the least they ever had. Their father had to leave in the afternoon and he didn't came back. A knock was heard on the front door. It was silent in the basement but as his mother opened the door from the basement it sounded loud and angry. Their mother told them to stay there and hide in a corner with the blankets. Newt was scared and so was Sonya but she tried to hide it because she didn't want to make Newt more worried. They heard the door fall into its frame with force. It was silent for a minute and then they heard a scream. It was their mother. She came running into the basement and closed the door shut behind her. She locked it and put a stool in front of it so you couldn't move the doorhandle. She went to Newt and Sonya and told them that everything was gonna be okay.
Then in the next moment loud noises could be heard from upstairs. A deep voice shouted something inaudible and then they heard a gunshot. Sonya and Newt were frightened. People where in their house, their dad was gone and they heard a gunshot. Now Newt and Sonyas mother was in front of them shielding them from potential danger. She knew what was gonna happen and she knew who was in their house. She also knew why those people shot her beloved husband. He was infected.
After a minute of unbearable silence the doorhandle rusteled. To their luck the people couldn't open the door because of the stool that Newts mother put in front of it. Newt was scared and he couldn't hide it anymore. "Mum..?" He asked in a whisper. His mother put her finger up to her lips as she looked at him with a comforting smile on her face. She didn't want her children to worry.
Then they heard the people from upstairs talking again. A man began to speak about getting the door open. And a couple seconds later the door swung open with so much power that it hit the wall. The mysterious people had uniforms on and guns and pther weapons where on their waist in their weaponholder and hands. Newts mother tried hiding him and Sonya but the people pulled her away from them.
A man face similar to a rat made his way towards Newt and Sonya. He knelt down in front of them and began to speak. "We will help you don't worry you will be save with us. We are WICKED and we are here to help people. And sadly your father couldn't be saved early enough. But you two and your mother will go with us to your new home. A save and warm place." To Newt he sounded scary and he didn't believe the man one bit. Surely their father didn't die. He just didn't make it out of the shop before it got dark. Yeah... yeah that's it. Newt didn't exacly believe his thought either but he had to be strong now. For his sister.
And with that he woke up sweat on his forehead and breathing heavily. It was still dark and he was scared. The darkness now reminded him of WICKED finding them and their dad dying. That was something he found out in later memories. He was still in shock never had a flashback of his memories felt so real.
As Newt tried to get his breathing to a normal pace again he noticed something wet rolling down his cheeks until it dropped of of his chin. He was crying. He didn't want to cry in front of anyone but he was too scared to be alone right now so he did the most logical thing he could think about. Wake up Thomas.
He made his way towards Thomas' hammock and shook his shoulder hastily. He didn't have time to wake him up softly like he used to. And as Thomas woke up with a grunt he looked confused at Newt after noticing that it was still dark. And then Thomas saw Newts state. He didn't look okay at all. Thomas grabbed Newts hand and pulled him outside. Where they were sure not to wake someone up.
They walked to the beach and sat down in the cold but comforting sand. "Hey Newt breath with me okay. In..... and out.....in.... and out. Great you're doing well." After doing that some time and Thomas drawing shapes onto Newts back he seemed to calm down. Thomas asked if he wanted to talk about what had happened and Newt told him everything. How his flashbacks got realisticer each night and what had happend this night and why he was in such a state.
Newt sniffled while telling Thomas what happened and at the part with his mother getting dragged away and his father getting shot he cried into Thomas' shoulder. Thomas tried his best to comfort him but nothing seemed to help. Newt was overthinking again. He often did that when he was scared. He mombled things about Sonya, his parents, WICKED and even about Thomas. Most of the sentences didn't even make sence and as Thomas noticed Newts breathing picking up again he pulled him up so they where both standing. Newt looked at Thomas with tears all over his face. Thomas stroke those tears from his ckeeks away with his thumbs. He looked Newt deep into his eyes and kissed his forehead and pulled him close.
"It's gonna be alright Newt. We will be fine. We lived trough that shucking maze and now we are here, save. We are save Newt." He said that with glister in his eyes that Newt had never seen before. He looked at Newt full of love, hope, concern and so many other emotion. "Why are you so nice to me Tommy?" Newt whispered out as he put his arms around Thomas' neck. Thomas only smiled with his smile reaching his eyes. He adored Newt. And Newt adored Thomas. How Thomas was always there for him and could make him feel better so fast. To be true it wasn't the breathing tips that helped it was Thomas' soft voice, his look full of love and concern and his hand trailing along his back. He really loved Thomas. He would probably never say it out loud in fear ot Thomas saying that it would be to early but he did and that was what mattered.
Thomas felt the same and he also had the same fear about saying those three words. So insted of saying that he just pulled him in a short sweet kiss full of love and then brought him into a thight embrace. That was what mattered to them, those moments where one of the many reasons that they fell in love with eachother.
They stayed like that until Newt yawned. Thomas chuckled and they went back to the hut with the hammocks in. The both laid down in Newts hammock and cuddled till they fell asleep.
