A/N- 11-15-18 (I'm putting dates on these because these chapters aren't written in a day, and I don't want to confuse you guys, lol.) Hello! Well, I was sort of disappointed today because I actually did not get to see FBTGOG (stupid winter storm). So I will either get to see it tomorrow and if not, then definitely Saturday. Really made me sad, but oh well. Another day to write some fanfiction. Who knows, maybe the movie will give me inspiration? I'm just hoping for school to be canceled, that would be absolutely amazing! Anyway, let's dive into it, yeah?

11-18-18 I SAW THE MOVIE AND AHHH! I won't have any spoilers, don't worry, children. I'm too shaken.

Chapter 7-

Newt wrapped his collar around his face as the bitterly harsh wind threw pellets of ice at him. He was so sure it would work, so sure he could fix things. Now? He's walking alone through a blizzard. He couldn't help but think about how it all happened. He had gotten non-allergenic flowers, hoping to present them to Tina to make up for the things he had said. As he had gone to give them to her, however, he heard his name. So, of course, he hung around the corner and listened. Right away he knew it wasn't good, as Tina's voice was raised.

"I'm just, done, Queenie. I can't do this!" She said. Newts heart had dropped. He had anticipated the worst at that moment.

"Teen, please don't say that."

"I don't even know why I agreed to this. It's obvious he doesn't care about any of us, or himself. If he wants to go by himself, let him. I just want to go home…"

Newt had heard enough by then. He set the flowers down gently and left without a word. He never even said goodbye to Oianek in person, which gave him the initial idea to write the note he left on his bed. It read:

Dear friends,

I have left on my own accord in pursuit of my case. Oianek, I kindly appreciate your generosity in letting me stay here. I only regret I could not properly say goodbye. To everyone else, I ask you all to have a safe trip back to New York. as I will regrettably not be accompanying you. I would like to formally apologize for the inconvenience I may have caused and insist this will all be for the best. Thank you all for everything, and I'm sorry I could never return the favor.

Newt

His hand had shaken over so slightly as he wrote the note. When he was done, he gingerly placed the piece of wrinkled paper on the bed and slipped out. Now, here he was. He couldn't help but wonder if they would look for him.

Queenie-

Queenie stood in silent shock as she held the frail piece of parchment in her hands. Of course, her first thoughts were about Tina. She knew for a fact Tina truly didn't mean what she had said about not wanting to continue the journey. She debated telling her right away or working out a better plan to break it to her. When Tina entered the room with a bundle of wilting flowers she knew she no longer had a choice.

"Queenie, what are these?" She held the slowly dying flowers in front of her. "And where is Newt? I've been looking for him all-"

She cut herself off as her gaze traveled to the note. Queenie knew she recognized the handwriting. She handed Tina the note.

"He's gone, Teen," She said softly.

Tina put a hand over her mouth as her eyes scanned the paper. When she was done, a sob escaped her and she threw herself into Queenie's arms.

"What- what did I do? He's gone..."

Queenie rubbed her sisters back soothingly.

"Shh shh, it's alright. We won't let him get too far." She whispered.

"What do you mean?" Tina asked, pulling away. Her face was wet with tears.

"We're gonna go after him. He ain't doing this by himself, no matter how much he protests."

Suddenly Jacob entered the room, who looked up, both surprised and almost fearful at the sight of Tina crying.

"Hey listen, I can't find Newt nowh- " His face fell. "What happened?" Queenie assessed his internal thoughts.

"No, Grindelwald didn't kidnap him," Queenie chuckled. Jacob seemed to de-stress, but not completely.

"Then why-?"

"Newt's under the impression he won't wanna help him anymore, so he left by himself." Queenie quickly packed her things into a pink and white suitcase using magic.

"He overheard me saying-"

"-Things she didn't mean." Queenie interjected, knowing what Tina was about to say. Tina gave her a dark look.

"So we're leaving right now?" Jacob asked, "I never even got to say goodbye to-"

"Oh, that Scamander!" Oianek marched into the room, hitting his cane on the ground heavily. Jacob yelped.

The three watched incredulously as Oianek threw open the front door flap, looking out into another incoming storm.

"He just can't seem to escape his own mind, I'm afraid," he sighed, "I assume you have already found the note."

"You knew?" Tina asked. Oianek nodded solemnly.

"Ay. You must find him quickly. He is in great danger"

He motioned for the trio to come to the door. As they stepped outside, the landscape was blanketed in an unnatural darkness.

"It's dark, but how you know?" Tina asked, eyeing the older man suspiciously. He pointed up at the sky as a group or birds flew to the east.

"These birds up here, still perplexes me how they do it, but before every attack of Grindelwald's, they fly away from where it will be. No matter how far." He directed their focus to imprints in the snow, just barely covered. He waved the fresh snow away, revealing footprints going west. "Unfortunately, Newt seems to have headed the exact way they fleed from."

"We need to go. Now." Tina decided, walking back inside. She put all her belongings in her bag, nearly taking out the back of Jacobs' head as they floated quickly into her open case.

"Do ya know where he's at? Like, right now?" Jacob asked.

"Alas, anything I could've used seems to be set off by the storm. I do, however, have a good idea of where he might be…"

Newt-

The last thing Newt wanted to see was complete and utter destruction. He fell on his knees at the sight. The entire village had been decimated, and not long before he had arrived. The smoke still billowed from the rubble of what had been. Newt, after walking through the storm finally was able to apparate to the village in Arizona Oianek told him about. Now as he walked through the ashes, he looked for anything that may have survived. No matter how carefully he sifted, he found nothing. Not a piece larger than a pebble. No longer able to be near the site, Newt eventually apparated to a nearby area and sat down on a rock to think. Pickett carefully emerged from his pocket.

"Hey pick," He smiled at the Bowtruckle who climbed on his fingers. "I envy you sometimes. I would do anything to live in a pocket," He chuckled, but his amusement was quickly replaced by sadness.

He could honestly say he absolutely no idea what he was doing except blindly running. Running from everyone and everything. He could hear his brother now, telling him he needed to face things instead of trying to run and hide. Until now he had never really considered that advice.

"Newt?"

A voice echoed through the dry landscape. Then another of the same nature. Without thinking, he sank down to the ground on the other side of the rock. He had to almost chuckle at the fact he was just thinking about not hiding. He pulled his knees to his chest and put a finger to his lips at Picket, who was madly chirping.

"Hey? Newt? Buddy?" Jacob called out. Newt closed his eyes.

"Newt!" Tina called out now. She sounded scared. Scared of what?

He went to stand up when he came face to face with Queenie, who stood with her arms crossed. He inhaled sharply at her resigned expression.

"I'm sorry- I…" he trailed off, realizing Queenies expression had softened. She knelt down.

"It's all so much," he said quietly. "I don't know what to do about this."

"Start by not pushing us away," she offered, smiling. "We're here to help you Newt."

"But Tina, she-"

"She was just homesick, honey. We ain't never been away from home before, it's a lot for her too. She feels just horrible about it."

Newt hadn't even registered how this all would be affecting Tina. He nodded and stood to his feet.

Queenie smiled.

"Come on, everyone's been looking for you."

She led him to Tina and Jacob who greeted him warmly.

"Jacob? You wanna help me put up the tent?" Queenie asked.

As Jacob walked away to help Queenie with the tent, Newt and Tina faced each other in an awkward silence. Newt for once decided to break it.

"I'm sorry, Tina. I shouldn't have left like that," he said. Tina smiled a bit.

"And I'm sorry for saying those things. I didn't mean them, I was just…"

"Homesick." Newt finished for her. Tina nodded.

"I.. I also saw those flowers…" she added awkwardly. Newt his the palm of his hand on his forehead.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about those-" he read the look on her face. "I was... I was just trying to- you know, surprise you. That must've been a horrible thing to find, I'm sorry." He finished quickly.

"Newt, you apologize a lot, you know that?" Tina laughed.

Thankfully, Newt has been around the block a few times with being told this. It only took him until the sixth time to not apologize a second time. As he was about to respond, he realized Tina was standing fairly close to him, closer than usual. He also noticed he was breathing very shallowly. He looked at her. It always struck him incredible how she was so beautiful, but now standing so close it made his heart pound. In the moment, he decided she ought to know.

"Tina," he said, looking into her eyes for just a moment. "I don't know if people tell you this enough- which they should- you… you are very beautiful. I.. I remember actually when he first met…"

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, seeing he was already tripping over every other word.

"I couldn't help but stare. I've never met anybody quite like you, I doubt I ever will, to be honest." he chuckled. "I found myself calling your name quite frequently, thinking I would see you back in London, I- erm, I don't think I ever quite managed to get you off my mind."

He looked back at Tina, who was smiling widely. Her eyes shimmered in the light of the sunset.

"Newt, I-" She had started to say something when they heard Jacob yell.

"I think they need help with that tent over there," She laughed.

Newt agreed, laughing, but desperately wanted to know what she was about to say. As they helped Queenie and Jacob pitch the tent, he realized it was all he thought about.

A/N- Okay, so I've been pretty heavy on the angst, so the next chapter is going to be all fluff and happiness. One part will actually be based on a song I love, and I bet you've heard. I always think of Newtina with this song, and I've been DYING to write a chapter about it. Anyone have an idea of what the song is?