✨Newtmas Oneshots✨

Artfulness is required

I'm now obsessed with the Artful Dodger so I have decided to use the dodgerfox scenes and 'newtmasify' them, so to speak. I'm going to start with the scene from the first episode. After Charlie's surgery (my artful dodger fans will know (hopefully))

"My rubies! They're gone! I've been robbed!" Captain Gaines' wife is shrieking from her position on the stairs.

"SEARCH EVERYBODY" Captain Gaines bellows, the red coats storming into the room

Fagin is sauntering down the stairs. He has a please look set across his face. God what has the old coot gotten us into now. He ambles over to lord Thomas and I. 

"A bloody good show there, dodge." He winks and pats my waistcoat pocket. He didn't.

Lord Thomas has a look of discomfort. He gasps quietly and doubles over slightly. He grabs onto my arm with urgency. "Newt." He gasps, clearly in pain. 

"Woah, are you alright? Are you well, sir?" I grab his shoulders, trying to support his weight. 

"Take me to my room, newt, please, doctor." His voice is breathy and he is panting, struggling to breathe. 

"Ah, dr. Dawkins, mind if we search you?" Captain Gaines has proceeded down the stairs, having searched the others already. At his side is a redcoat, ready to search. 

"Oh umm," I glance towards Thomas, still in pain and relying on me to support his weight. The look in his eyes is slightly unreadable, foggy with pain. He looks up at me, signalling that it would be wise to. I look back at the redcoat and raise my arms slightly as to invite him to search; but as to still hold Thomas' weight. The redcoat starts at my ankles and proceeds his way up my legs.

Thomas gasps again, tightening his grip on my arm. "Captain Gaines, please move." The redcoat is almost at my waistcoat, where I suspect fagin has placed the goods.

"Well now, sir, we need to search ever-"

Thomas inhales, glaring at him. "Captain Gaines, please move. I am unwell and dr. Dawkins is escorting me to my room. Please move before I have to get my father involved."

Gaines moves aside and I hurry lord Thomas to his room. 

Thomas hurry's into his room, removing his jacket, and clutching a back of a chair and breathing unsteadily.

"Are you ill? Thomas are you alright?"

He starts to nod his head before vigorously shaking his head. His breaths are more uneven and forced.

"Take off your shirt," he side eyes me, looking at me knowingly. I sigh. "Take off your shirt I need to listen to your back." He obliges this time, unbuttoning his waistcoat. I walk the room, looking for a stethoscope. Upon finding one, I walk back towards Thomas, who is struggling to unbutton his shirt.

"Here, let me help." I move my hands to unbutton his shirt. He is remarkably attractive, very handsome. You can't help a bloke not to notice. He removes his shirt and drops it to the floor. With his bare skin now exposed, my heart rate increases. He really is quite handsome.

I place the stethoscope on his back, listening to the rhythmic thump. "Breathe in with me. In, and out. Good, good." His breathing is starting to regulate again. "In aaand out. Good." 

My hand is gripped on his bare arm. "Now the front," I move the stethoscope so it's on his chest.

"In and out" my head is beside his, his back against my chest. He sighs and leans back on my chest. 

"Thank you." He whispers tilting his head towards me. "Really."  

"You need rest, Tommy."

"Oh so I'm not 'uptight lord whatshisface' anymore?" He smirks, looking up into my eyes. 

"Off to bed Tommy" I pick him up bridal style, and carry him to his bed. 

" thank you, Newt. Really" he looks at me with his big doe eyes. Really handsome...

"Anything for a patient." And I kiss him softly on the lips.

"You need rest, tommy. Contact me if this gets worse. You were to find me."

I leave him in his bed to sleep.