March 24th 1998

9:45 pm

     They were at the bar again for god only knows what reason. Apparently Thomas' "final day of life" was supposed to be spent drinking cheap alcohol and making inappropriate public displays of affection. And Newt was really happy to dangle Thomas in front of Alby's face as some ultimate petty move.

     "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not dying?" Thomas asked as Newt glared at him before going back to sucking that spot on his neck. Thomas felt hot all over as Newt straddled his lap in the flimsy wooden chair they were perched in by one of the tables. For some reason the blonde boy was all over him, of course Thomas wasn't complaining but he had a problem in his pants that couldn't be satisfied in the shitty pub.

     "We're in public," Thomas hissed out as Newt kissed over the spot of skin that he just molested with his mouth. Thomas hissed a bit, it was sore from Newt's mouth and teeth, but it was kinda hot so he didn't complain much.

     "And?" Newt looked up at him and cocked his head. "Alby used to blow me behind the bar, that was super in public."

     Thomas made a low sound in his throat and held Newt's hips tighter.

     Newt smirked at that. "Jealous much Tommy-boy?"

     "Fuck you," Thomas said as he rubbed his thumbs in a soothing way over the parts of Newt's hips that he grabbed too hard. He was terrified of hurting him even though he knew very well that Newt didn't mind a little roughness.

     "Let's change that to fuck you and I did that last night."

     El was right, Newt was more of a little shit when he was younger.

     "You suck," Thomas huffed as Newt grabbed the collar of his shit, letting his fingers brush across the soft skin there. It was pure torture. All his little touches and kisses, Thomas pants were way to tight and he knew if Newt got off his lap everyone in the bar would know it too.

     Newt was smirking again. "I do if you ask nicely."

     Thomas groaned and let his head fall back which of course Newt took advantage of and went back to his assault on his now better exposed neck. Newt was sinfully good with his mouth, it wasn't fair. Thomas was sweating, it was like Newt's goal was to get him painfully turned on.

     "YO PORNSTARS!" Minho called as he approached them and hopped onto the table they were sitting by. "Quit with the PDA and entertain me."

     Newt rolled his eyes as he pulled away from Thomas. "I thought you weren't supposed to cockblock me?"

     Minho shrugged. "Gotta spice it up every once and awhile."

     Newt pouted but hopped off Thomas' lap and sat back down the other way so his back was pressed to Thomas' chest. Thomas, deciding it was his turn for revenge, slipped his hands under Newt's shirt and rubbed the soft skin under it, he dipped down to the spots above his pant line and didn't miss the way Newt bit his lip. Newt was squirming relentlessly but tried to keep himself collected to make Thomas believe it wasn't having any effect on him. Thomas knew Newt was a fucking sucker for it tho.

     "Now that you're bum fucking Thomas instead of Alby do we still drink for free?" Minho asked as he adjusted himself on the table. They was literally a chair right next to him, Thomas had no idea why he felt the need to sit on a table, but whatever, it was Minho he was talking about. No matter what time period they were in Minho was still slightly insane.

     Newt shrugged. "Probably not, especially because I keep bringing Thomas back here...also don't mention Alby around him, it brings out his super irrational jealousy."

     Minho snorted out a laugh. "What does dumbass have to be jealous over? You're wrapped around his finger."

     "Uh you know said dumbass is sitting right here?"

     Minho rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I wish he couldn't talk, can you turn your toy off Newt? Is there like a power off button."

     Newt smirked as he pressed back into Thomas' chest. "I don't know, I've only figured out how to turn him on."

     Minho gagged loudly and dramatically. "Fucking gross...hey are future Newt and Thomas this fuckin gross too?"

     Thomas shrugged. "We're probably worse."
Minho crossed his arms, looking like a pouting child. "Great, I lose my free illegal alcohol and have to choke down vomit whenever I see my best friend and his boy toy flirting and sucking faces. I really got it the worst out of this situation."

     Newt grinned and reached over to pinch Minho's cheek. "Awe babe don't pout, maybe if you suck Alby's dick too he'll give you free drinks."

     Minho rolled his eyes as he swatted away Newt's hand. "Please, Alby's only into twinks."

     "Newt's not a twink," Thomas said before he could even think about it.

     Minho snorted out a laugh. "Goddamn Newt he's already your knight in shining armor, rushing to your defense. That's kinda hot."

     Newt stuck out his tongue at Minho before craning his neck back and lightly kissing Thomas' lips. "You're so cute."

     Thomas gave Minho a look as if to say 'ha'.

     Minho rolled his eyes again. "Relax, I'm not competing with you for Newt's attention, and I'm definitely not competing with you for his mouth. You can have both."

     Thomas just held onto Newt tighter and pressed a kiss in that place of exposed skin above his shirt collar. Thomas smiled when Newt shivered.

     "I haven't seen Kis since she got into that fight, she okay?" Newt asked Minho as he tried to make his squirming unnoticeable.

     Minho snorted out a laugh. "She's more than okay, she's wrapped up in El heaven over there."

     Newt shook his head. "Crazy kids."

     "Yo lemme tell you tho," Minho started as he leaned forward. "I know we all think El's this little innocent sweet thing...it's all an act!"

     Newt was laughing at this point. "The fuck you goin on about?"

     "I mean your neck is lookin pretty rough right now, like vampire Thomas went at it, but you should see Kis' neck." Minho shook his head. "Insane."

     "Hm. I didn't think El had it in her."

     Minho shrugged. "Probably from years of built up sexual tension and wrongly believed unrequited love...I mean look what you turned into when I kissed Thomas. He looked like you tried to eat him."

     "Gotta claim my territory."

     Thomas was silent during their conversation, he kept his forehead pressed to the back of Newt's neck and his eyes closed. Tomorrow was the day he was supposed to meet his parents. In reality he was a little scared but he knew that he had the upper hand. This time he could control himself. This time he had actual power. This time he was ready.

     Suddenly, Thomas didn't feel too good. His head hurt and his stomach twisted. It was like his mind knew something he didn't and his body was reacting to it. He felt weird and panicky and sick at the same time.

     "Hey," Thomas said softly as he kissed the back of Newt's neck.

     Newt stopped his conversation and turned around, running his fingers gently through the back of Thomas' hair. "Yeah?"

     "Can we go back?"

     Newt furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah are you okay?"

     Thomas shrugged and tightened his hold on Newt's waist. "Not feeling too good I guess."

     "Okay yeah we'll go." Newt got out of Thomas' bear hold and stood up, intertwining their fingers. "You coming with us Min?"

     Minho nodded as he got up grumbling how his horny gay friends prevented him from getting drunk, or cockblocked from alcohol or something like that.

     When they were in the car, Thomas laid down in the backseat and realization finally hit him. He knew how his parents knew where he was. He knew how they found him. It was Teresa. Teresa wasn't in love with him this time. In his sped up conquest to win Newt back again he made the girl resent him.

     Teresa told them, Teresa told him and now his parents were coming.

11:34 pm

     Newt fell asleep soon after they got back to the room. As soon as he could hear him snoring, Thomas slipped out and made his way down the hall. He banged on the door he was looking for, not caring about the time or who it would wake up. He was beyond upset and didn't know how to deal with it.

     The door swung open and Teresa answered looking like she just rolled out of bed, in reality she probably did.

     "You don't get it do you?" Thomas started as soon as she looked at him. "You just don't get it! I'm trying to save lives, even yours!" Thomas felt himself getting angry already. "You think you're doing the right thing but you're not Teresa. We're people! People who were born with something different about them but that's not a bad thing! Being different isn't a bad thing! I risked everything to be here, I lost everything and now you're taking it away from me again!"

     Teresa looked beyond confused as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

    "You don't know what they can do!" Thomas screamed. Some more doors were opening now, trying to see what type of drama was going on. Nosy kids, Thomas paid them no attention. "You don't get it! They're dangerous, they kill us! You're killing us!"

     Teresa tried to shush him and she looked up and down the hall. She was startig to catch on, good. "I-I don't..."

     "I know what you did," Thomas said harshly. "I know what you did and if it gets Newt hurt I'll keep coming back to kill you again and again and again no matter what it takes. If he gets hurt I'll make your life a living hell."

     "Thomas I don-"

     "No!" Thomas snapped. "No! You always ruin everything! Everything! You're so stupid." Thomas took a deep breath. "Why? Why did you do it Teresa? Why do you stay here? Why do you live with us?"

     "Do what?! I don't know what you're talking about!" Teresa snapped back sounding frustrated now. She was playing dumb and Thomas knew it.

     "Why did you tell my parents, why did you tell them where I am? Why did you tell them I'm alive?"

     Teresa's face turned white as a sheet. "I didn't, I don't even know the-"

     "I know you work for WICKED Teresa. That's a fact. I'm asking you why."

     "You know why," she said coldly, her entire expression changing.

     She was right. He did know why. He knew why she did it. She did it for a false misconception that mutants are evil and incapable of love. She did it because she thought they were a problem, a stain on her perfect vision of a society. Teresa lived among them for weeks going on months going on years. She even fell for one of them but Thomas not loving her back just supported her belief that mutants and humans can never be equal, that they never will be equal. He took deep breaths to calm himself, he couldn't risk a power surge right now. Thomas considered himself a reasonable person but he hated Teresa, he hated her with all his heart and he wanted nothing more to watch the life drain from her eyes, to kill her like he had accidentally done in the invasion just this time he would mean to do it.

     "Okay, you know, so what?" Teresa asked as she folded her arms over her chest. "What are you gonna do to me? Kill me? Hold me hostage? They're still coming for you Thomas no matter what. You can't un-agree to meet them. They'll come anyways. What's done is done, even if I wanted to take it back I couldn't."

     Thomas rolled his eyes. "No. I'm not going to kill you, I'm not the monster."

     "What are you going to do then?"

     Thomas clenched his fists. "I'm going to kill my fucking parents."

12:06am

     When Thomas snuck back into the room he threw himself around Newt, burying his face in his shoulder. He knew he would probably wake him up but Thomas needed to cry. He pressed his face against his skin and finally let himself break down. The first tear turned into a full blown sobbing attack. Thomas was gasping for breath as the tears rushed fast down his face. Newt's back was probably wet from how hard he was crying but he was dealing with bigger issues than where his tears were going.

     "Tommy?" Newt mumbled sleepily as he tried to turn in his embrace. "Are you cryin?"

     Thomas nodded against his shoulder and just let it all out. He honestly couldn't really pinpoint why he was so upset but he knew he needed to cry and he knew that he needed Newt in his arms.

     Newt finally succeeded in turning around and let his fingers run through his hair as Thomas' back shook with sobs.

     He hated himself for waking Newt up, he hated himself for fucking up again, he hated himself for not being able to do anything right.

     "Tommy," Newt said softly as he kept running his fingers through his hair. "What happened?"

     Thomas shook his head and held himself closer to Newt. Newt made everything feel better even though he was one of the main reasons that they were not.

     "I can't help if you don't talk to me." Newt tried again.

     Thomas could feel his heart pounding, Newt was scared. Of course that only made Thomas cry harder.

     "I'm making it worse," Thomas choked out as he pulled back a little and wiped his eyes. "I'm making it worse Newt but I tried. I tried so hard."

     Newt gently cupped his face and wiped under his eyes with his thumb. "Hey what are you talking about?"

     "I'm fucking up." Thomas leaned into Newt's gentle touch on his face. "I'm fucking up and I don't think I'm going to be able to fix it a second time."

     "How'd you fuck up?" Newt asked as he sat up a little and leaned his back against the wall.

     "My parents...Teresa." Thomas took a shaky breath. "I should have known. She told them, she's working with them." Thomas wiped his eyes. "It was selfish. If I would have dated her again she wouldn't have done it. They're all gonna die again and it's going to be my fault. You're going to die again and it's going to be my fault..." Thomas' voice cracked. "I just missed you Newt. I really fucking missed you."

     "Hey," Newt said softly as he cupped Thomas' face in his hands. "What Teresa did wasn't your fault. It was her choice. It's unfair to ask you to date someone you don't love so the future can be altered. You can't change what she did Tommy. She's her own person, just like you're your own."

     Thomas felt his cheeks heat up, he couldn't tell if he was upset or angry anymore. "I'd marry the bitch if it meant you'd be okay."

     "Hey," Newt held his face so even in the dark Thomas could see his eyes. "I've never been happier than when I'm with you. I haven't been happy since my parents died, you changed that. Maybe it's fucked up, but our whole lives have been fucked up since the moment we we were born. Just like Teresa can't change what she did, we can't change who we are Tommy and I'd die a hundred times if it meant I still get to meet you." Newt took his hand and placed it on his chest. "Whatever happens, it's you and me okay? Promise you won't forget."

     "How the fuck could I forget you?" Thomas asked.

     Newt grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and kissed him hard enough to bruise. Thomas grabbed onto him desperately, pouring every single ounce of emotion he had into the kiss. He and Newt both ignored the slight salty taste it had to it, they were probably both crying.

     Thomas put his hand in the middle of Newt's back, holding him steady as he kissed the air out of his lungs.

     Newt pulled back and rested their foreheads together, panting a little.

     "I'm gonna marry you," Thomas said intently as he bumped his nose against Newt's. "I promise you."

     Newt swallowed hard. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

     When Thomas opened his eyes he saw Newt staring at him with a soft expression.

     "I know, I plan on keeping it."

     "You're making this feel like goodbye," Newt's voice wavered a bit so Thomas just held him tighter.

     "I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow," Thomas said honestly. He got a major flashback to when he cuddled Newt before the invasion and they kissed and made up from their fight. Why did they always chose the worst times to be emotional? "I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know what they know, I barely know what we know. I lost you once and I didn't get to tell you I loved you before. That's a mistake I'm not going to make twice."

     Newt clamped his hand over his mouth. "Tell me after then. When you're still alive and okay."

     "N w," Thomas mumbled from behind his hand.

     Newt carefully removed it. "Tommy. Don't."
Thomas dropped his head down to kiss him again. If he couldn't tell him he could show him.

     Newt guided him back down so he was laying down and Newt could curl on top of him.

     "I love you too," Newt whispered in the dark. "And I'm so fucking scared of losing you."

     Thomas just held him tighter as they drifted off to sleep.