November 1st, 2001

     "I have a problem," Thomas said instantly as he plopped down into a chair in the library.

     "We already know about the man, Newt told us," Kis stated as she crossed her arms over the table.

     "That isn't really it." Thomas looked between Kis and El, feeling his hands start to sweat. "You can't tell Newt okay? Please."

     "Keeping secrets from the boyfriend now are we?" Kis pursed her lips.

     "Please." Thomas practically begged.

     "Thomas, we won't tell him. What's going on?" El looked at him softly. She kinda reminded him of Newt in a way. El was crazy compassionate, she was just more open about it then his boyfriend was.

     "I know who the man is," Thomas whispered softly. "I know who killed Newt's family."

     "There's a catch," Kis said, leaning forward more. "There always is."

     "It was my dad."

     Both girl's eyes widened simultaneously. It was almost comical despite the situation.

     "Well are you sure?" El asked suddenly.

     "No. Well I saw it in my vision, but I don't have any prof."

     "And that's where we come in?"

     Thomas nodded. "Like Newt said, you guys raid WICKED all the time, you have files and you found stuff on me! Maybe you can find some about Newt and his family. There's probably a mission report or something I mean, three people ended up dead."

     The girls looked at each other again before Kis sighed. "Okay, we're in, but for the record I don't think you should be keeping this from him."

     Before Thomas could react El nudged her shoulder and made eyes down to her bag.

     Kid nodded and watched as El grabbed out a small box.

     "Xavier wanted to give you this, but we thought we'd ask you first in case you say no." El laughed lightly. "It's easier to say no to us than him."

     Thomas agreed with that. Xavier was nice and all but he was hella intimidating.

     El pushed it across the table and smiled when Thomas took it.

     The box was blue and cardboard with a black stripe across it. Thomas hesitated but opened it slowly.

     His face softened when he saw a slip with the letter X printed across it, the same one he saw on Kis and El's jeans the first day he met them.

     "Wait does this mean...?" Thomas looked up at them in awe.

     El nodded, her smile widening. "If you want it, there's a place on the X-Men for you."

     "I could be on the team?" Thomas asked again feeling something bubble in his chest. Excitement. Yeah he was excited.

     He looked between Kis and El before the bubble burt and his expression fell. "I can't."

     "What why?" Kid asked, cocking her head slightly.

     "Because of him."

     "Newt would be happy for you Thomas," El said softly.

     Thomas shook his head. "I can't. He would pretend to be happy, but it would crush him. You know it would. I can't do this to him. I'm already lying to him. I can't hurt him more."

     Kis frowned. "I hate that he makes sense."

     "You really care about him don't you?" El asked, her eyes practically sparkling.

     What was it with girls and relationships?

     Thomas nodded, feeling an unstoppable smile tugging at his lips. "He's so perfect how could I not?"

     "Who's perfect?" A voice sounded behind him, making Thomas jump.

     El grabbed the box and slammed it back down into her bag as Thomas turned around.

     "You're perfect." Thomas smiled as he made grabby hands and pulled Newt down onto his lap. "You gotta stop sneaking up on me though."

     Newt shot him a lopsided smile. "Sneaking is what I do best Tommy-boy."

     "Sickening." Kis muttered.

     "You mean adorable?" El was grinning at the blonde girl who just rolled her eyes.

     "I think we should this should be our meet up point," Newt stated as he adjusted himself so he could sit comfortably on Thomas' legs. "Whenever we find information we can call a meeting back here and we'll go over it okay?"

     The three nodded. Thomas ignored the sinking pit in his stomach and decided to press his lips to Newt's temple instead. At least if he was touching Newt he could pretend the feeling was just butterflies.

     Newt grinned and put his hand on Thomas cheek as he looked at the two girls. "I'm gonna steal him now okay?"

     Kis scoffed. "Steal? Please, he follows you around like a lost puppy."

     "I do not!" Thomas protested as he frowned.
Newt just stood up and pulled on Thomas' shirt. "Come on Tommy, you're mine for a bit."

     Thomas just rolled his eyes and faced Kis and El. "He has sharing issues."

     "We know."

     "You both suck." Newt glared back at them before looking at Thomas and smirking. "And I kinda hope you do."

     Thomas felt his cheeks flush. He pushed Newt quickly. "Okay goodbye we're leaving now."

     When they were in the hallway Newt laced their fingers together, sliding his palm against Thomas'. That always felt nice.

     "Why'd you pull me outta there?" Thomas asked as he watched him carefully. Something was off, he could tell.

     Newt just looked at him lovingly. "You're cute Tommy. I ever tell ya that?"

     "Maybe once or twice."

     Newt ushered him into his room, pushing him to sit on the bed and straddling his lap immediately.

     "Tommy," Newt said softly as he cupped his face. "Don't reject the X-Men because of me."

     Thomas let out a sigh and frowned. "You saw the box?"

     "El is crazy powerful but stealth isn't her strongest area." Newt smiled before his expression turned serious again. "Tommy, really. I don't want you to do that for me."

     "I don't care about the team Newt, but you do. It'd be wrong of me to take it."

     "But you want to. I saw your face when she put it away. You wanted to take it."

     Thomas shrugged. "I guess it would be cool."

     Newt was quiet for a moment as he fiddled with Thomas hair. "I bet you'd look sexy in the tight little uniform."

     Thomas rolled his eyes, huffing out a laugh as he did it. "Of course that's what you think about."

     Newt was smirking then, his hands trailing down to Thomas' chest. "Seriously. Blue is definitely your color and they don't leave much to the imagination. I'd get to see every little dip and curve of your se-"

     Thomas cut him off by flipping them over so he could hover over Newt. "Are you done lusting over the thought of my body?"

     Newt looked up at him, his expression softening. "Tommy I'm being serious. I don't want you to do this for me. If you want it, then I do too."

     "I don't wanna be on the team without you."

     Newt paused, just looking at him before he quickly flipped them over.

     "Will you at least take a picture in the uniform so I can have wanking material."

     Thomas huffed out a laugh. "Seriously?"

     "No." Newt grinned. "But you're so precious, I don't deserve you."

     "That's not tr-"

     "I think I should thank you." Newt stated as he started pulling at Thomas' shirt.

     "Wha-"

     "Tommy stop taking for a sec." Newt put his hand on his face, lightly rubbing the skin with his thumb. "Do you know what a blowjob is Tommy? I wanna give you one."

     Thomas froze, his mouth open and his eyes wide. "I'm sorry you wanna what?"

     Newt snorted out a laugh, letting his head fall onto Thomas' chest. "Bloody hell Tommy, your face."

     Thomas didn't even know how to react, he was probably in shock.

     Newt lifted his head to press kisses to Thomas' cheeks.

     "Uh." Thomas choked out, his eyes meeting Newt's eventually. The blonde boy was grinning, looking absolutely amused.

     "You make it too easy for me to pick on ya Tommy." Newt pecked his lips softly and patted his cheek. "More serious talk because we're being lame today, if you ever do want me to touch you Tommy all you gotta do is ask."

     Thomas' stomach flipped and his skin felt hot all over as the blood in his body rushed downwards. "Don't say those things when you're on top of me."

     Newt blinked once before shifting his eyes down to Thomas' pants. "Want me to get off?"

     Thomas was quiet for a second, he could hear his own heart beating in his chest. "Not particularly."

     Newt sat up and rubbed small circles on Thomas' thigh. "Hey, pretty boy, look at me."

     Thomas met his gaze and bit his lip. Newt made him feel weird things, thing that Teresa never did. Just looking at Newt got him all worked up inside which was something he'd never felt before.

     "We're goin at your pace here. I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. I want to do stuff with you but I don't need to."

     "Yeah."

     "What?"

     "Yeah if you want to...ya know...I want you too."

     Newt raised his eyebrow slightly, looking almost shocked. "You're sure?"

     Thomas nodded, feeling his heartbeat pick up. "Can we kiss for a bit first?"

     Newt nodded, smiling softly. "And you know you can tell me to stop at anytime right?"

    Thomas nodded again, impatiently pulling Newt's shirt so he could reach his mouth.

    Newt kissed him expertly, like he always did. Kissing Newt was like trying to ride a bull, no matter what he was in control and he was almost always unpredictable. It was easily Thomas' favorite thing to do, he loved doing anything with Newt, but kissing him definitely made the top of the list. Thomas pouted when Newt pulled away, already missing the softness of the blonde boy's lips.

     "Oh don't worry Tommy." Newt smirked.
"I'm gonna show you that my mouth is good for much more than just kissing."

November 3rd, 2001

     "Thomas!" a voice sounded from down the hall. He turned around quickly, frowning when he saw it was Teresa. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, it was just that he was slightly scared of her.

     Thomas liked to take more of a "flight" approach to his problems, like ignoring them until they (hopefully) went away. Teresa was a problem that he wanted to go away without interacting with again.

     "Hey Teresa," Thomas said softly.

     "I wanted to talk to you if that's okay."

     "Yeah sure, where to?"

     "We can talk here."

     "Okay."

     "I don't hate you."

     "Well I'm glad tha-"

     Teresa held up her hand. "Let me finish. I don't hate you, but what you did to me was shitty. If you were gay you could've just told me. I mean, I should have known you had a thing for Newt, but I chose to ignore it." Teresa smiled softly and squeezed his arm. "You guys are cute though, I hope he treats you well."

     "He does," Thomas said, shaking his arm out of her grasp. She was kinda freaking him out.

     Teresa nodded, pausing for a second. "Does he know your parents work for WICKED?"

     Thomas felt his blood run cold. "What?"

     "Does he know?"

     "Teresa what are you-"

     "Tom. Does he know?"

     Thomas let out a breath before shaking his head. "How do you know."

     Teresa gave him a lopsided smile and handed him a vanilla colored folder.

     Mission Report: Invisible Boy Extraction was printed on the front.

     "Teresa why do you have this? How'd you even get it?" Thomas looked up at her, his grip tightening on the folder.

     "Call it a favor, or a peace treaty, to show we're cool."

     The look on her face was freaking him out, he wanted to get away from her.

     "You're letting me take this?"

     Then Teresa was grabbing his arm again and looking into his eyes with a weird expression. "Tom, I was infatuated with you. You were the new pretty boy and I wanted a piece. I didn't love you, I just loved." She motioned to his body. "This, which you didn't even let me have."

     "I-"

     Teresa put her hands on the folder as she looked at Thomas. "Don't let Newt see it, it'll break him."

     "I-"

     "Stop thinking so hard Thomas." Teresa smiled before she pressed her lips to his cheek shortly. "He's still my friend. I care about him even though he did steal my boyfriend."

     "I-"

     "I'll see you later, I gotta find Minho."

     Thomas stood there well after Teresa was gone, just staring at the folder. He had no idea what was inside or why Teresa had given it to him.

     He did know that needed to find Kis and El. Immediately.

November 4th, 2001

     "Where the fuck have you guys been?!" Thomas hissed as he pulled the girls into his room. "I've been looking for you for days!"

     Kis had her hair up in a messy ponytail, it was the first time he'd been able to see her whole face. She had a scar across the left side of her jaw which almost made her look angrier.
El sat down on his bed, putting her hands on her knees and looking down at the comforter. "Do you and Newt do things on this bed because if you say yes I'm getting up."

     Thomas rolled his eyes. "No!"

     "One, we were on a mission. Two, why'd you even call us in here, I like the library," Kis said as she scowled at the floor. Okay the room may have been slightly messy, there definitely was clothes all over the floor. He spent all his free time with Newt, he didn't have time to clean.

     "Because I need to show you something that Newt can't see."

     Kis bit her lip. "I don't like you keeping this from him Thomas."

     El nodded in agreement while crossing her legs and putting a pillow on her lap to rest her arms on.

     "Just-" Thomas sighed and pulled at his hair. "Please just look."

     He handed the folder to El who pulled Kis down next to her.

     He watched as the brunette girl opened it, spreading it across both their laps.

     There was a long sullen silence before El clamped her hand over her mouth.

     Kis looked up, her eyes wide. "Did you read this already?"

     Thomas nodded, feeling a lump in his throat. Of course he read it, he read it ten times over by himself under his blanket with a flashlight. The things they said about Newt, his Newt, made him sick. WICKED really only saw them as animals. To them a mutation determined the entire moral compass of the person. They saw mutants as a parasite, a danger and a target, something to be eliminated. They didn't care that actual people possessed these mutations, kids, they'd killed an entire boy's family just to get a chance of taking him out. The thing was, Newt wasn't dangerous, he was broken and soft and he absolutely melted when someone ran his hands through his hair. Yeah he could turn invisible and mutate images, but how can a boy who adores hugs be so "evil" that he needed to be killed?

     El closed it quickly, pushing it away on the bed and letting out a breath. "Now I see why you didn't show this to him."

     Thomas nodded. There were pictures, of the dead bodies. There was a section on Newt, pictures of him when he was younger taken without him even knowing. There was a detailed description of how they covered up the killings, how they buried the evidence. Worst of all, there was a statement by Thomas' dad himself which was even more chilling. It was horrible, if Newt saw it, it would surely kill him.

     "We need to give it to X," Kis said, still looking at the folder like it had a disease.

     "Teresa stole it from him."

     "Teresa? Why would she help you?" El asked as she scrunched up her nose.

     Thomas shrugged. "I'm not sure, but she didn't show it to Newt so I'm guessing she didn't know it was my dad. The last name isn't on there, just the first letter."

     "You don't think she knows?"

     "I don't know!" Thomas sighed loudly, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "The only thing that I know is that my shitty parents killed the boy I love's family."

     "You love him?" El asked softly.

     "Seriously? That's what you get out of that?"

     El shrugged which made Kis roll her eyes.

     "Why do you always seem so angry at me?" Thomas scoffed, feeling annoyed with the blonde girl.

     "I'm not angry at you, I'm angry at human stupidity."

     "What does that even mean?"

     "You can't keep something like this from Newt, it'll hurt him but it'll hurt him more that you didn't tell him."

     "I hate to say it, but she's right." El glaced at Kis before looking back at Thomas. "You need to tell him."

     "He doesn't need to tell me anything." A voice sounded from the corner of the room.

     Fuck.

    Thomas' stomach dropped as he saw Newt standing in the corner of the room in Thomas' sweatpants and no shirt. Tears rimmed his eyes and he looked downright sad. Thomas wanted to hug him but run away at the same time.

     "W-When did you get in here?" Thomas asked, his voice shaking. Yeah he fucked up, there was no easy way of saying it, he fucked up.

     Newt scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. A tear rolled down his face, Newt probably didn't even know he was crying.

     "Newt I'm-"

     The blonde boy shook his head, putting his hand up to stop him. "I'm done talking to you."

     "Newt, I can explai-"

     "Thomas," Newt said, his words sharp. The name hurt, Newt didn't call him Thomas, ever.

     Newt opened his mouth to say something then he just shook his head and wiped his cheeks. He started walking out of the room, stopping when he was right in front of Thomas.

     "I tried to kill myself. Tried to kill myself because the guilt was so bad. All that, I went through all that and you thought it would be okay to hide it from me." Newt sniffled and wiped his cheeks again. "Fuck you Thomas. Really, fuck you."

     With that he left, slamming the door so hard Thomas flinched.

     He stood there frozen, staring at the wall and feeling like he was going to puke.

     When he turned back around the room was empty and for the first time in months, Thomas felt alone.