Thominewt imagines

Blind-Newtmas AU

This has no relation to the Glade story of Blind|Newtmas|(If you've read it!), so I'm not plagiarizing; I wasn't even thinking of that one when I got the idea. But if you want to read it, it's by newts-limp. Anyway, enjoy!

He paced the halls until something caught his ear. It was a woman's voice; soft and sweet. Something he hadn't heard in a long time.

"Thomas? It's Mommy," the woman said. The boy outside the door heard another voice. This one belonged to a boy and shook as he spoke.

"M-Mommy? Wh-where are you?" How could the boy not know where his own mother was?

"I'm right behind you, Thomas. I'm going to sit down, okay?"

"O-okay." The woman sat down next to the boy, Thomas, as the blond in the hall peeked into the room.

"What happened, Thomas?"

"It's just...all those voices and not being able to see them at all. It scares me," Thomas whispered. Was the boy blind?

"I know. I should have gotten you enrolled earlier. I'm sorry," the woman apologized, rubbing her son's back.

"It's okay, Mommy," Thomas answered. The woman paused.

"Hello, Isaac," she said. The blond scampered away and around a corner; embarrassed that he had been caught eavesdropping. He watched the woman lead Thomas back to his class. She walked over and knelt in front of the blond; gently taking his shoulders.

"Isaac, I need you to help me." He nodded.

"Okay."

"Thomas is going to need your help, do you understand?" the woman asked.

"Yes, ma'am," the blond replied.

"You'll know when you have to do something."

"Yes, ma'am," Isaac whispered.

"You'll help Thomas, and someday, he'll help you in return. I promise, okay?" the woman told him.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy. I'll see you." Then she left.

-9 years later-

"Ow!" Thomas yelled.

"Are you okay?" Thomas' mother, Norma called.

"Yeah, I'm okay! I just must've misplaced something!" Thomas called back.

"Okay! Be careful, alright?"

"Alright!"

-Time Skip-

"Alright, class. Today we'll be learning about-" the teacher stopped and Thomas' head snapped up. He heard the door fly open and loud footsteps echo off the walls.

"Sorry I'm late. I forgot to set my alarm clock," a boy said. He had a strange accent; unknown to Thomas. There was a soft crash, as if the boy had dropped his notebook and all of the papers fell out. Thomas heard the boy drop to his knees and shuffle to pick up his papers.