One Shots ~ Newtmas

Now We're Even

Edit: none of the plot has changed, just fixed the spelling and grammar mistakes.

Thomas opened his eyes and immediately noticed he was in a small room, but then he realised the small room was vibrating and moving...upwards?

Carefully, he took a look around. Laying about were clothes, shoes, what looked to be cans of food and water bottles. Thomas decided to stay where he was, he didn't want to get up and trip over anything and get knocked out.

Suddenly, Thomas realised he didn't remember anything, except his name. Thomas. He found it strange, why couldn't he remember what food he'd eaten? His family? The people of the earth? He remembered certain activities and remembered going to a form of school and learning things and he knew English but faces, names and places were a mystery.

One thing sprung out to him all of a sudden, but all he could grasp was a few words.

You nee...find...Newt...important for t...go.

He didn't know what the words meant and he didn't hear half of them properly, but he recognised a word, Newt, sort of like the animal or maybe a name?

From what Thomas could gather, he assumed he had to find this Newt and either help him or be helped by him or something.

Thomas decided to look up and realised immediately that that was a huge mistake, he noticed a sort of glowing red slit that was growing closer and closer.

The tiny room jolted to a stop and sent things rolling across the floor and made Thomas bang his head against a box and then the floor, he started seeing two of everything and felling slightly dizzy.

Then a big light engulfed him and he moved his head to see the source, this made him even more dizzy and all he could see was a blurry mass of brown, then a big slab of blue and finally a sort of orange globe.

Before he blacked out he heard a boy with a British accent saying two three-worded sentences.

"We need help! This one's mine!" He couldn't make sense of the words and their meaning so he let the pain and tiredness take over and closed his eyes to meet a warm darkness.

—|—

When Thomas opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a bed, he looked to his left and saw a boy asleep in a chair pulled close to the bed.

The boy in question had blonde hair and looked a little skinny, like he hadn't been eating loads, his eyes were closed and mouth hanging slightly open, he was leant against the back of the chair.

It was then that, after Thomas had studied the boy, he noticed they'd been holding hands, the mystery boy's hand was laid on top of Thomas'.

Out of instinct Thomas snatched his hand away and this seemed to awaken the boy, at first he did nothing, then his eyes widened in surprise, his eyes were a sort of honey brown that Thomas could get lost in for years on end, they held hints of desperation and loneliness but also joy and excitement.

Thomas opened his mouth to say something but then the mystery boy interrupted his unsaid words with a sentence of his own. "Oh my god, you had us all scared, what's ya name, Greenie?"

"What's a Greenie?"

"You'll get it soon enough shank, but what's your name?" Thomas got confused at the new words he'd never heard before, they obviously weren't English.

"What's yours?"

"Names Newt, Greenie."

"Okay, my name is Thomas, so now stop calling me Greenie."