{Third person}
Newt's face was creased with worry.
"What is it, Tommy?!"
Thomas looked away, knowing what Newt's reaction would be. Even when y/n was with him, he would worry constantly, overprotective. If he knew that W.I.C.K.E.D had taken her, he'd never shut up.
"Bloody tell us what it is!" Newt's voice had risen. "Where is y/n?"
Thomas swallowed, sick to his stomach.
"She's gone."
"What?!" Newt gasped, his voice choked. "Where?"
"I don't know. I think it was W.I.C.K.E.D-"
"No." Newt sunk to his knees, despair etched across his face. "No. No, please, no."
"Dude, come on," complained Minho. "We're not going to be able to-"
"NO!" The anguish in Newt's cry was clear. Even Minho backed away, pain drawn on his face as he watched his friend collapse.
"I don't know where they would have taken her, but it's my guess that she's been taken back to where we came from-"
"We have to go, then," Newt said instantly, shoving a few things into his backpack.
"Newt, it's the middle of the night-"
"Please." Newt's eyes were shiny with tears. "I can't live without her."
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TMR Imagines
FanfictionJust random TMR imagines I found on the internet and expanded.