One Shots ~ Newtmas

Wedding...s? (Part 2)

Kyle was looking at Thomas expectantly, surely everyone else heard him, saw him, he wasn't crazy.

If anyone else did see him, they didn't say anything. Thomas started at Newt, who was stood in the middle of the aisle, speaking to someone without making noise.

But Thomas had heard the words, they seemed very real not some crazy hallucination. Thomas looked back at Kyle and tears were uncontrollably falling down his face, he couldn't do this.

Thomas turned to the people watching and shouted. "I can't let go! I won't let go! I am not going to marry Kyle when I still love someone else!" There was collective gasps around the room and Thomas' family understood what he meant.

Deciding he should confront Kyle, Thomas turned his head slightly to the side, sure enough Kyle looked at him with a mix of awkwardness, sadness, understanding and he looked almost relieved.

Thomas approached Kyle and whispered an apology to him, Kyle looked up to Thomas and smiled, he knew that Thomas would never be over Newt, no matter how long it'd been.

After the exchange Thomas saw Newt again, walking away back towards the entrance, Thomas muttered a sentence that Kyle only just made out. "I've got to get him."

Just then, Thomas sprinted to catch up to Newt, but he'd already slipped through the ajar doors. Thomas sighed and slipped through the door, aware of the eyes that followed him.

Looking left and right Thomas couldn't see Newt, but then he looked ahead and saw blonde hair on the head of a walking figure that had a slight limp, Newt.

This was impossible and shouldn't be real, Thomas was either hallucinating or could somehow talk to the dead. Nothing could prepare Thomas for that moment when he heard those words, but Thomas somehow knew that they were coming, like deep down he already knew his future and he wasn't going to be with Kyle.

But even if he could see the future, no sign or hint showed it to be with Newt, even though Thomas was following him into the woods and to their favourite spot.

After reaching their favourite spot, Newt stopped and stood still, no indication of him being there apart from his almost lifeless body. He was there, Thomas could probably reach out and touch him, he decided to do so.

Slowly, Thomas lifted his hand and cupped Newt's cheek, his skin was deathly pale and when Thomas' hand was fully cupping Newt's cheek he felt the icy chill run through his own body from Newt's.

This was not real, this was all fake and Thomas new it, Newt was dead and wasn't coming back, ever. Why did Thomas have to think about Newt now of all times, he thought that piece of his life was over, his soulmate dead and Thomas' heart shattered.

But, Thomas knew what had happened, he'd followed the wrong piece of his heart and it lead him here. It wasn't his fault, he couldn't help following the one piece that flowed with hope when all the others were dark and dangerous with hidden secrets that Thomas wanted to know and follow.

Newt almost spring into life and brought his own hand up and touched Thomas'. It was colder than his cheek and Thomas thought his hand had been trapped in a freezer.

Their eyes met and Thomas had tears falling down his face, Newt had tears running down his cheeks, the only difference being Newt's tears were stained with blood that looked almost black, rotten and dead.

Every wound that Thomas had tried so desperately to mend re-opened and spilled everywhere. Pain flooded through Thomas' chest and made his legs turn to jelly, he sat on the grass and Newt followed.

"Why're you here? How come I can see you and no one else can?"

"They can see me, they choose not to believe." His voice was hoarse, as if he'd not used it for years, which Thomas guessed he hadn't. But Thomas still picked up on the British accent, the thing he treasured most.

"What?"

"I'm going to explain everything, from the day of the crash, okay?" They say the first thing you forget about someone is their voice, but Thomas never forgot Newt's voice after so long and hearing it ñow was music to his ears.

"Okay."

"Well, on that day, I got the groceries from the shop just fine, I decided to surprise you with a bottle of wine because I was going to treat you to my cooking when I got home." Thomas had a small smile that played on his lips when Newt told him that.

"Really?"

"Yeah." There was a pause and Newt took a deep breath, talking once more. "I was on my way home when someone cut me off, I was shouting at them for being so stupid and I didn't see the car pulling out and ran straight into the side of them, the force made me crash onto the steering wheel and I felt immense pain. Later, I was taken to the hospital and I could hear them talking, but I knew I was dead so I didn't understand why I was hearing their words."

"Wait, you weren't dead."

"I was."

"I don't understand."

"You will." Another deep breath. "Tommy, I wanted to tell you so much, about how much I loved you and I wished you were okay, I heard the phone call when they told you I had passed, I wanted to jump up and shout that I was okay, but I physically couldn't. It broke me. Later, when you came to visit me, you told me how you found the note I had written, what I had forgotten to mention is that this could all be fixed. WICKED found that out."

"What, why didn't you give me a sign that you were still alive?"

"I did."

"No you-oh." The realisation dawned on Thomas, back when he'd visited Newt to see if he was really gone he squeezed Newt's hand and he thought he felt him squeeze back but Thomas thought he'd imagined it. Newt's finger also twitched whenever Thomas said certain words, but Thomas thought he was just imagining things to try and cope with the emotional pain and trauma.

"Yeah, it was real Tommy." Newt stared right into Thomas' eyes. "Do you wanna know how I'm in front of you now?"

"No."

"Well-wait what?"

"I already know."

"How?"

"I've put the dots together, you're patient A5. I get it now." Happy tears now streamed down Thomas' face, he understood.

"Wait, how did you know that?"

"I decided to get a job at WICKED, I became a therapist, that's where I met Kyle, he was one of my patients, but he didn't actually need to be there." Thomas felt more than saw the confusion in Newt's face. "Long story short, I heard a bunch of stuff about how a patient, A5, had survived after death and lived."

"My heart stopped beating, but they put me on a special drug."

"You got amnesia but then you regained your memories after a certain amount of time."

"I wanted to see you."

"I quit after they told me something I didn't want to hear."

"What, you're fired?" Thomas chuckled slightly at Newt's humour, at least he tried to lighten the mood.

"No, they told me that I was being controlled by a chip implanted in my brain, I didn't believe them but I had them remove whatever they were talking about and left."

"Oh my-you're A2, the therapist who WICKED was trying to control because all your patients seemed to get better miraculously and they wanted to see how you did it and control your brain waves. Tommy, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Newt. That was a bit random." With that Newt just rushed into Thomas' arms and whispered something that made Thomas all warm and fuzzy.

"You're still wearing your ring. So am I."

A/N: This is extremely confusing, but I didn't know where to take it and this is what I came up with, I might end up deleting this or something because I don't really like it.

It was good until it got to the whole Thomas is a therapist thing...yeah, sorry. Originally I was going to make Newt a vampire but then I was like, nah, cba.

And the fire alarm went off again today, it kept going on and off in the space of half an hour, I got to miss maths so it was good, my class almost stayed behind again when we thought it was an intruder alarm but then I was like, nope this is definitely the fire alarm, let's go.