This chapter is a little fluffy I guess, I have a couple more chapters to go..hope you still enjoy where it is going. Look forward to hear what you think. Thanks so much to everyone who has read it and reviewed so far. This is my first attempt at a story, so I'm glad it's generally gone over well :)

It had been a little over twenty-four hours since the incident in the subway, and maybe three days since all this madness had begun. In all that time, the only rest that Jacob had gotten was a brief unconscious stint resulting from a Murtlap bite. He rubbed the back of his neck tiredly, his hand grazing his occamy's soft scales, unsure of what to do next.

Newt seemed to be sleeping peacefully, it was hard to equated the powerful wizard with the still form on the bed. Pickett was still nestled in his collarbone, glad his giant was safe and sound, while Dougal had decided the only way to truly keep an eye on Newt, was to remain by his side. With Dougal firmly secured under one arm like a plush toy, and his rusty curls plastered to his clammy forehead, Newt looked young and fragile.

Tina had just finished making sure everyone was tucked in properly, her hand lingering on Newt's cheek as she turned to face the Jacob and Queenie.

"I think sleep is the next order of call, " she said softly, not wanted to disturb Newt.

"I'm going to keep an eye on Newt..just in case..we have beds in the apartment, or we can all sleep down here?"

Jacob had quite honestly forgotten that the case was still lying on the floor of the girl's apartment, it almost felt more real in here than the real world did.

While he was trying to get his head around worlds within worlds, Queenie and Tina had decided that it would be easier for all just to stay down in the case. The walls of the hut had been expanded to accommodate the extra beds, and Tina had stumbled across Newt's surprisingly well equipped bathroom.

"Honey," Queenie spoke getting Jacob's attention, he had just been standing there, staring into space.

"Huh..yeah," he mumbled unintelligibly as he looked at her. Queenie smiled, and gestured to the bed in front of her. It was frankly a work of art, Jacob could feel himself sinking into the downy innards just by looking at it.

"I think it's time to turn in," Tina spoke up, standing beside her sister, "We'll give you some privacy to get ready for bed."

"Uh, okay thanks," he managed, as they left the hut. He made the mistake of sitting on the bed before he got changed, as he sank into the soft mattress he let out a sigh of ecstasy. Within ten seconds Jacob had uncaringly kicked off his shoes and was lost in the embrace of the soft quilts, with the reassuring weight of his occamy settled on his chest.

Queenie and Tina stood side by side on the great plains of the case, the sky had now changed to night, and they watched in awe as the drama of the milky way unfolded above them. If they had been English they would have found it reminiscent of Hogwart's great hall, as Newt had taken much of his inspiration from the castle and a certain transfiguration professor.

"Amazing isn't it," Queenie breathed, know that Tina's mind was more focused on the owner of the case that it's contents.

Tina nodded in agreement, continuing to marvel at the moving stars above her, she suddenly felt overwhelmed, barely able to understand what had happened since Newt had bumbled into her life. Tearing her eyes away she looked at her younger sister,

"I couldn't have done any of this without you Queenie," she said sincerely, taking her hand.

"I hope he'll be okay," she sighed, almost to herself.

Queenie squeezed Tina's hand comfortingly, "He'll be alright, we'll make sure of it," and the two sisters stood hand in hand, in silent solidarity as they processed the turbulent events of the last few days.

Tina broke the silence, "We should try and get some sleep."

When they entered the hut, they were greeted by the sight of the two men who had stirred up so many unknown passions in the women, fast asleep, surrounded by beasts and snoring softly.

"They have the right idea," Queenie laughed quietly, "I'm going to take a shower, you should go to sleep," she said steering Tina towards the bed closest to Newt.

At the sight of the bed Tina felt leaden, so she nodded in consent, slipping off her shoes and blazer, she slid between the sheets. From here she could see the rise and fall of Newt's chest, engrossed by the hypnotic movement, she was quickly asleep.

Having settled Tina, Queenie made her way to the bathroom humming quietly to herself as she turned on the shower. She was rewarded with a stream of hot pungent water, the blooms of steam smelt of sandalwood, leather and Newt. She stripped quickly, letting out a groan of joy as the hot water pounded her aching muscles. Queenie had always found that water quieten the constant hum of voices in her mind, she often used showers as means of escaping for a few minutes. Alone with her thoughts, she took pleasure in slowly wiping off the grime of the subway, allowing herself to completely relax. Finished she dried herself with a flick of her wand, and slipped back into her silk undergarments, leaving her dress hanging on the door. After a brief scan of the other inhabitants she was satisfied everyone was sleeping peacefully, and within minutes she joined them in slumber.

Newt cracked his eyes open, staring at the familiar wood panelled ceiling of his hut, he felt stiff and dried out, like he'd been asleep for a long time. Not entirely sure how he'd ended up in his own bed, he sat up with considerable effort. This movement jolted Dougal and Pickett, who'd been sleeping on him. Pickett squeaked at him, and took up residence in his hair, while Dougal regarded him with happy eyes, patted Newt's face clumsily, and rolled over back to sleep.

Newt smiled at tenderly at the pair and slightly out of breath he surveyed the room, to his surprise his friends were still here, all three of them lay fast asleep in beds clustered around his own. Newt's heart swelled with emotion at the foreign feeling of someone caring about him. Unsure how to deal with this, he decided that checking on his beasts was the best course of action. Swinging his legs over the bed, he braced himself as he hoisted his lanky frame upwards. The world tipped slightly and grey dots swam over his vision, but as he took deep breaths this unpleasantness began to fade. Barefoot he padded his way over to the door, and careful not to make any noise he exited the hut. He was greeted by a glorious sunrise and the dawn chorus, and as Newt stood in the same spot the sisters had the previous evening, he felt at peace.