Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Twenty-Three - Confessions

Word Count: 2,087 words. 

Warnings: None. 

Third Person POV

Theseus stood at the large table, knuckles turning white against the hard wood. He had arrived in Paris once he heard that his brother had broken his travelling ban. He was expecting to have to chase him around the old cities, but Newt Scamander found him first.

He had expected for him to argue with him, in his usual Newt fashion, but he didn't. Instead, he assured him that Natalia Clayton had it handled on finding Credence.

That stopped his heart. "Where is she?" Theseus asked his little brother.

They were almost alone in the room. Newt and his muggle friend – with no idea how he had gotten past security – stood on the other side of the table, and Leta Lestrange at the window behind him. They were on rocky grounds.

"She has a way to find Credence..."

"And what is that way Newt?" He was angry now, worried. He knew that she could handle herself, she always could. Theseus only feared that she would lose control. He knew that she only cared about one thing in that moment, and that was to find Credence. Her determination would stop at nothing, and that terrified him.

"I trust her, Theseus."

"As do I, but if she's going where I think she is, it's not her that I'm worried about," he muttered, not missing Leta's scoff behind him. She would do anything to find the boy, even work with who she hated most in the world.

"Regardless," Theseus began, stifling his worry. "We need to find her. If she's in trouble, we need to help her and if she's managed to find Credence or Grindelwald, we need to get to them as soon as possible."

Newt could agree with that as his brother approached his side. The pair hurried from the large room and down the corridor. Newt and Theseus rarely agreed on anything, and they stuck to different people, or no people at all. Nat brought them together, and neither of them knew who they were without her.

"I cannot believe you let her wander off on her own," Theseus argued quietly.

"When have you ever known Nat to listen to me, or anyone for that matter?" his brother returned.

"The only difference is that I would follow her anyway."

Newt shook his head. "I haven't been in love with her for years."

"You always run after her, don't you?" Leta commented. She was several steps behind, unable to hear their hushed conversation.

Theseus stopped to turn. "She's my friend Leta and a valued Auror – "

"She is a lot more than that," she cut him off. "I know it, no matter how many nights you lie to my face."

He hesitated. "Now is not the time for this argument," he tried.

"Well then when is it time?" Leta returned, "because we never seem to finish it."

"Leta..."

"Just tell me. Stop with you honour and your self-hate. Be honest with me Theseus, because if I am being honest with you, it has not been love between us for a long time," she admitted.

"Alright, fine, you want to hear the truth?" he asked, frustrated now. "Do you want to hear that I've been in love with Natalia Clayton for almost two decades and I didn't know it? That every time I close my eyes or spend a second to myself, that all I can think about is her? I did love you Leta, but how can I ever truly love you when she exists, when Nat lives and breathes? When she smiles, it's like the world smiles with her and you cannot understand how hard it is to ignore the constant want for her, but I cannot have her. How could I? How could she ever love me properly when I have repeatedly made her my second choice? How could she ever accept me when I've been pushing her away since the moment I met her?"