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The sound of machines beeping filled the room as Harry was sat in his bed, arms wrapped around his legs. His emerald eyes gazing out softly through the one way window which allowed the doctors to look through at him and see if any progress was being made at all through his recovery. His pale skin shined nearly like porcelain and with the way the light cast down onto him, his mesmeric eyes caught different tones and hues of colour. His silver blond hair glowed like fresh moonlight flowing on his youthful and beautiful face.
In his arms he had a golden faded and stitched teddy bear. One eye was missing and the thing looked as though it had been stitched back together more than just a couple of times, but still Harry clung to it in his arms with all the gentle might that he could. His head lowered over it, breathing in the comfort from it as he was drowning himself in it. His tear splashed against one of the missing eyes and crept down the bear's cheek. It's golden fur was softer and looked taken with time but that didn't matter.
Thomas sighed placing his hand slowly on the door and opening the door with a gentle creak.
Immediately Harry looked up with a smile. His tears forgotten and left behind the mask which now framed his face like a shield readying itself for a strike from a sword. The boy adjusted himself slightly in the light that his eyes caught the gentlest side of it and made his orbs sparkle instead of glisten with the shed tears. His grip around the bear eased up slightly, though one of his hands curled softly through the material. "T-Thomas." He smiled.
He looked just like the boy who had been there to help Thomas. Putting aside what ever it was going on in his head to try and make Thomas feel more at ease. "H-Hey." Thomas whispered softly. Running a hand across his neck as he looked at the silver haired blonde slowly lean forward and rest his chin on his crossed arms. His eyes were soft as always, even if Thomas knew that they were really drowned with some sadness.
"I-I'm sorry." Thomas whispered as the tears broke through the facade he had been trying so desperately to keep up in front of the other boy.
Harry stared at him for a long moment before raising the quilt next to him in invitation, which Thomas took, stumbling slightly in his steps till he was laid next to the blond with Harry's fingers running through his hair. The smaller boy rested his back slightly back as he slid down on the bed, pulling Thomas' head down to his chest as the brunette cried gently, tears falling free as both remembered all that they had seen.
Harry's fingers were soft and precise, gently stroking down the side of Thomas' face, carrying the tears away as the boy let out a gentle sigh. His arms wrapping protectively around Thomas like they could shield him as well from the pain and misery which both shared but only he could truly and deceptively hide. Thomas was something special to him.
Thomas was the only other person in this entire base that was like him.
He let out a soft sigh as Thomas sobbed lightly. He was used to doing this, more or so with himself after a tough mission. But normally he would at least also have the support of his squad. But now they were out there, crushed into the ground, blown apart, filled with bullet holes or left as ash to the wind. "There's such a difference. Between us." Harry sang softly, closing his eyes partly as he gazed down gently at the brunette who half turned his head up, staring at the blond as though he was some angel dropped from heaven.
"And a million miles." He whispered gently, feeling Thomas' head go down onto his bare chest. He ran a hand through his own hair quickly, sleeking it back from his eyes as he felt the notes forming in his chest. "Hello from the other side. I must have called a thousand times. To tell you, I'm sorry. For everything that I've done. But when, I call you, you never seem to be home." He kept singing and humming softly, watching how Thomas' eyes were becoming heavier and more filled with sleep.
For both of them, it was like time hadn't been anywhere over the last month. Sure Harry had been on a drip to get his blood levels back up, even had a blood transfusion after having lost so much. But he had known that all the time he had not been entirely there, Thomas had been at his side.
He turned his eyes sadly to the large glass vase where some roses rested.
He knew Thomas had brought them. The only thing that Daniel ever brought him was news from the front lines and tales of the battles he had been in.
Harry found them about as enjoying as he did having the blood transfusion.
"P-Please don't stop." Thomas whispered gently, staring up at Harry with such soft and yet caring eyes. They were so broken and damaged. So full of pain.
"Okay." Harry smiled but kept his voice soft as he lent his head down, pressing their foreheads together as he held his friend. The temperature of the cool room made the steaming and inferno temperature of his body more bearable. "But then I need you to close your eyes for me." He pleaded quietly. "Just as you did the night that you came to find me when I woke up."
"They want you back and training for some scouting." Thomas said coldly, his eyes glaring over to the one way glass.
"Oh, don't worry about them." Harry just smiled sadly, the years of him serving them seeming weigh heavily in his eyes. The shadows of the room peeled away the mask that he was fighting so hard to keep a grip on but in his exhaustion just seemed to fall further and further apart. "They always want something, but what they want and what they get are two completely different things."
"I was going to come more often but-"
"Hey, you don't have to explain it at all to me." Harry smiled weakly, resting his hand on Thomas' cheek. "Just know my guardian of stone. That for as much as you promise to protect me, that I will always be there to fight for you. I will fight Daniel, Jonathan, all of them. I will fight every single one of them because they cannot change me. We're survivors Thomas, living at the edge of the world, trying to find peace and solace in what we know. I will not let them be the reason that I cannot find mine in my friend."
"Your friend." Thomas said softly. Lowering his head back down to the boy's chest. Harry's slim fingers, carefully stroked through the locks of dark hair.
"I will always be with you Thomas." The boy said gently, his eyes far too heavy to keep open. Even as he glared up towards the frowning shadow of a boy behind the glass, knowing who was stood behind it. "And I don't care who it is. No one will be taking you away again."
His voice became weaker, even in his exhaustion as he tried to sing the soft words for Thomas.
"N-No one-"
Newt's eyes slammed open as he sat up in bed, holding his head as a slight throbbing ache pounded between his brows like a fresh scolding spike of metal. D-Damn it! He snarled, the images and the pain reeling freshly through his mind as he held his other hand over his racing heart. The feeling like someone had been standing on his chest and throat was slowly lifting but still it took a couple of minutes to regain himself, brushing the lose fringe of his hair out of his eyes. He was covered in a light bristle of cold sweat from the dream, but he didn't care.
"N-Newt?" A soft voice whispered as a hand began to crawl out across the blanket, searching for his.
"It's okay Kitten." He whispered gently, pausing for a minute before staring back down at the large bed which took up the majority of the room.
Originally the bed hadn't taken up much space, but now with an added single pushed onto the double, there wasn't much else room in Newt's humble room. Man, we really have to get a bigger place. He thought to himself.
I'm with you on that one. Fox's voice yawned in his head.
"We're really going to have to talk about all this-" He pointed between their heads then paused as he realized the golden pair of eyes which were locked onto his chest belonged to Fox. In his exhausted state and waking so quickly from his slumber he had-
"Don't worry." Fox waved his hand lazily in front of his face, grabbing Newt and pulling him back down. "You did me a favour anyway waking me up Blondie. I was having the weirdest-" Fox let out an exhausted yawn. "Weirdest...dream." He whispered softly, before letting out a soft breath and slipping of back into slumber.
Leaving Newt to smile to himself as he watched his Kitten turn over in bed and whimper slightly till Thomas who had joined them in their trio of beds, now held onto Fox, embracing him into his arms and holding him as though he could keep him away from the rest of the world. Sure the sleeping boy's other hand reached out, feeling the slight gap between Newt and Fox, but quickly corrected the situation when it curled around Newt as well and brought him back into their tight little hold.
"Figure me to get the cuddliest two people as mates." Newt chuckled quietly, feeling his Tommy squeeze his hand brief before he watched Tommy slip back into just as equally deep sleep as their Kitten had.
But even so, lay there he stared off at the ceiling of the room, mostly looking back down to stare at his Kitten's exhausted face. They had sent a message back saying that they had returned and brought Fox back with them. They hadn't mentioned yet that the boy was blind. After all, that wasn't their business to tell. Even so, they had spent no time in collapsing into bed. The day's journey had worn heavily on all three of them, both emotionally and physically.
"Fiance's." Newt mused with a slight smile but mainly thinking about what he had just seen.
Harry. He had just seen a memory of Harry and Thomas. He didn't know how. He didn't know why. It may have been that weird mental connection that he and Fox shared? Maybe something from Fox's subconscious had bubbled over, just as Newt couldn't sometime really control what went between him and the red head, maybe this meant that Fox couldn't really control it either, but instead of a loose thought escaping, this time it had been a memory? A dream? After all, Fox was covered in the same slight shine that Newt was.
"Well I had to come and see it for myself to believe it." A voice grunted.
Newt snapped his gaze up to the entrance, he let out a sigh before gritting his teeth. "Not in here. Let them both sleep. Or at least try and be civil to them."
"Oh don't worry about getting yourself up. You will be doing plenty of that for both of them. I won't be staying long. Just like I said. I had to see it to believe it."
"For shuck sake Alby."
The dark skinned boy slowly took a step forward, glaring down across Thomas and Fox. "I see he wen't savage out there? What did he think he was some human doodle pad?"
"He didn't do it." Newt snapped, his eyes hard set and serious as he saw what Alby was remarking about.
The black brand marks on Newt's little Kitten.
"I heard the reports." Alby said, raising his chin and folding his arms as he shot Fox a slight glance of respect. "Three Wicked and two Betrayed, not including those trapped inside a fallen building and that's just from two or so months ago. Apparently he went blood crazy on the battle field last time, killing everything in sight, like he had some point to prove-"
"Yeah about that." Newt glared. "Time to cut the act out." The blond gently ran his hand through Fox's hair, mirroring what he had seen in the dream which in both the red head and Thomas had been so calmed by the affectionate touch. "I know Thomas enough to know when he's hiding something and I'm smart enough to know that Fox wouldn't take orders from anyone. If he was being threatened like I had heard he was, then the threat to be used would be one against me and Thomas-"
Alby said nothing but just looked away, glaring out the doorway.
"And I mean, someone who could actually pull through with it. You're the only one who could get that close to either Thomas or me. At least while we're still here that is."
"What is that supposed to mean-"
"Well here's a little thing that worked last time I used it. A truth for a truth." Newt glared, looking the towering boy down into his eye as Alby had taken a step back towards the doorway. The entrance seemingly the unpainted line which meant if crossed, then neither would be coming back to the other. "Deal?"
"Newt-"
"I'll go first. I've seen what life away from this camp could be like." Newt began, cutting Alby off quickly. "I've finally found something which might mean that I can find my happily ever after. If that means getting away from this camp and leaving with my two mates, then so be it."
"You're leaving?!" Alby barked, rage flinching through his eyes as he took a step forward, then doubled back when the blond shot him a foul glare.
"Only the friendship which we had. Made me return to make sure that I said goodbye before we left for good." Newt stated, looking into the deep of Alby's eyes. "Now, answer me. Who ordered you to blackmail Fox into leaving."
Alby paused, visibly freezing in his steps as he looked back at his old friend. His words as solitary as he was.
"I see." Newt stated, visibly already shutting away Alby as he gently stroked his hand along Fox's cheek and placed a kiss on Tommy's.
"Look, I'm sorry that the kid is blind." Alby stated, shooting a guilty look towards Fox. "I never meant for it to get that far out of hand. But Newt this is far more complicated that you understand. This goes way beyond-"
"Beyond you being jealous?" Newt barked then paused as a cold smile slid along his face. "No actually, I should thank you. If you hadn't have been so jealous and sent Fox out there into the battlefield, then I would never have gotten Tommy back as well. I would have only been partly complete with my Kitten. But now I also have my Tommy back. Within a day the three of us will be leaving this camp." Newt stated with a stone tone.
He looked Alby square in the eye as the stronger boy took a step back across the line of the doorway.
The sign that even he was walking away from this now.
"And we won't be coming back." Newt said softly.
"I hope... I hope you find everything that you want together." He said coldly, slamming the door of Newt's hut behind him before he left.
Fox flinched awake, looking around wildly as he sat up. His shoulders tensed, while Tommy was still only lightly stirring. Mumbling and cursing slightly under his breath about being awoken like that.
Newt reached out and hushed their Kitten softly as he wrapped an arm around Fox's shoulder. "Hey, easy there." He said softly. "It was just the wind is all."
"The wind?" His Kitten frowned slightly.
"Yeah. Just the passing of something." The blond said a little sadly, earning a puzzled look across the Kitten's face. "I think that you were right about this place." He lent forward, gently laying Fox down against his chest so he could rest his chin on the red head. His fingers stroked softly through the locks as the dream had showed him.
"I hate to say I told you so." Fox yawned, still completely drained, his eyes half shut as Thomas finally stirred and sat up, joining their embrace to soothe the Kitten. "But I told you so." The red head muttered beneath a stilled yawn.
"Now, now Kitten." Tommy said softly taping Fox on his nose as though he was telling a small kitten off, though his voice was drowned in amusement at the small boy.
Newt reached out carefully to his side, making sure not to knock anything with his fingers, at least until Fox had slipped back under. "Rest now, we will wake you when we're ready to leave."
"Come back just to sleep and leave again. We should never have come back, there was no use to us coming back." Fox muttered as his breathing once again became softer and lighter.
"Oh I don't know." Newt said gently as he thought about one massively important fact which he hadn't confronted Alby on. "I think that there was a lot of use coming back here."
Thomas rose an eyebrow, not saying anything but only earning a slight indication of Newt's head to look over at a small piece of paper which he was quietly scribbling away onto as the blond held and rocked Fox gently.
"What good could have possibly come from coming back here?" Thomas said gently, pulling the blanket around Fox once more and easing the boy back into the comfort of resting against both Newt's and his chest.
Newt just raised the piece of paper, making Thomas' heart pound and anger to glare through him as he looked at Newt's writing as the piece of paper caught slightly in the soft breeze.
'I finally figured it out. I know who truly threatened us and blackmailed Alby into making Fox go into the battlefield.'