Newt Scamander never cried, it was as simple as that. On occasions, maybe over the loss for one of his creatures but that was nothing more than a few tears. Newt stood in front of his bed, not caring he was drenched. He stared at the wall, in disbelief. It wasn't real. None of it was. This all had to be some kind of nightmare that he just hadn't woken up from yet. He looked down into his breast pocket, almost half expecting Pickett to be in there, happily chirping, but he wasn't. The case was gone.

And it was at that conclusion he lost it.

He threw himself down on the bed and began crying, the sheets muffling his sobs. He gasped for air as the tears came faster and faster. He had never cried this hard in his life. His chest was already starting to hurt from it, but he couldn't stop. He covered his head with his arms, and tried to control his crying, but it wasn't doing him any good. He shook his head, not in a million years could he believe it, but he had seen it happen. He watched his creatures all die, and he didn't do anything about it to help them. Goes to show how useless he really was.

"No, no this isn't happening, no- I-It can't-" He whispered in between the racking sobs, wreaking havoc on his body.

He must've stayed like that for a good thirty minutes, lying on that bed crying before noises from downstairs sounded. He looked up from his position, the air cold on the tears still spilling down his face. There was just a small hope inside of him, maybe they got his case back? No. It was gone forever, they couldn't of gotten it back. There were voices, but they seemed very hushed. He imagined Tina, one of the people he cared most about in the world, falling to the ground in front of him in agony. Did he help her? No. His case being crushed and burned, and the thought of what happened to the creatures inside was too much to bear. He didn't save one. Another sob escaped him before he could catch it. Why did this happen to me? To them? He thought miserably before another fit of crying overcame him.

Tina's Third P.O.V.

Tina stood at the bottom of the stairs, incapable of keeping herself together upon hearing Newt's loud sobbing from upstairs. She wanted so desperately to go up there, to comfort him and tell him it would be okay, but he needed time alone. Anyone would know that. She couldn't grasp it. All of his life's work was just lost right in front of him, all those creatures he loved, that he had cherished. Gone. It couldn't be real. She couldn't help but let tears sneakily slide down her face as well. She felt so incredibly dreadful for him and useless she couldn't do anything to help him through it, but it barely felt real to her. She turned around and walked to the door, not thinking much about her plans.

"Tina? Where are you going?"Asked Queenie from across the room. Tina noticed she didn't call her by her usual nickname.

"I just, need some air." She replied, turned away.

She walked out without further argument from her sister. She walked down and out onto the street, staying next to the building. It had to be around 4:30 in the morning by now. She leaned against the brick building, shivering. It was real smart of her to come out without a coat, but that was one of the last things on her mind. More tears threatened to come as she thought back and forth between the events that had unfolded the past two days. Newt had come to New York to bring her his book about the animals he cared for, and he ended up losing all of them.

"Newt, you shouldn't of come back." She whispered to herself in a wobbly voice. As much as it killed her to admit it, none of this would've happened to him if he hadn't come back. She obviously wanted to be around him, but at this price she would never of guessed. She looked up, the sky was full of stars. She stared heavenward, lost in the night. She had always loved the stars, it was so soothing, so relaxing. They were what she loved, but why had they come out on a night like this? On such a awful night, were such terrible events had unfolded, and ruined Newts life. They had promised to help him, protect him. She failed him though, and he probably hated her for it. She wouldn't blame him if he did.

"Teenie?" Said a silvery voice through the door. Tina didn't respond to her. Queenie walked out the door, ignoring the fact her sister didn't reply.

"Is everything alright?"

"I don't know, you tell me." Tina replied coolly, still not looking at Queenie.

"Teen, don't be that way." Queenie leaned onto the side of the building. "Don't blame yourself for what happened."

"What else can I do?" Tina said, throwing her hands in the air. "I shouldn't of gotten in the way. If none of us ever met Newt would still have his case, and everything would be like before. All of this was because of me, and that's it."

"Don't say that, none of this was 'cause of you. It was an accident. None of us could'a predicated this." Queenie said, wrapping Tina in a hug. Tina didn't resist it, she really needed it actually. After she pulled away Tina asked

"How's Newt doing?"

Queenie looked at her sadly.

"Not so good, I can't even go upstairs to see if he had been hurt."

"Why? Did he lock the door?"

"No it ain't that, just everything that he's feeling, I can't handle it. If I even try going up the stairs I feel like...I.." She trailed off. Tina couldn't believe what she was hearing. Queenie never had a problem with that.

"You need to go up there, try talking to him.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

Tina looked down at the ground.

"Because, he hates me."

Upstairs

Newt stayed silent, listening to the conversation from from outside. He took a minute to try processing the facts. Tina blames herself for what had happened and also thinks he hates her. He couldn't accept it, that she felt that way. He could never hate her, and it wasn't her fault. How could she think that? Newt rested his head against the back-board. How in Merlin could he convince her it wasn't her fault, and he didn't hate her in the least bit? He tuned back into the speaking, which had turned more to yelling at this point.

"He does so hate me! He has every right, I ruined his life, remember?"

She never ruined his life, she made it better.

"Tina! You did not!"

"Yes I did Queenie! I doubt he would ever want to see me again after what I did to him!"

"Yes he does! He loves you!"

Newt held his breath and thought deeply. A tear, just one, slid down his face. He had a hard time distinguishing what type it was, but whatever type, it was there.

I do love her, he thought wordlessly.

"No he doesn't." Tina was speaking in a very low voice now, he could just barely hear her. He heard the door open and close without any further argument, he couldn't tell if it was both of them or just one. He exhaled, closing his eyes. How could he tell Tina he didn't hate her? He was god-awful at expressing how he felt, so it wouldn't be easy, but he couldn't live with himself knowing that's how she felt. He clenched his teeth, he had just now registered the pain which was now pulsing in his head. How did he just now notice it? He shrugged it off and slid back down into a laying position to ease the throbbing. There was more yelling from downstairs. He pulled the pillow over his head, trying to drown it out and think about something else then the sisters fighting. At that moment in time, he really wished he had his case.

His case.

His throat tightened at the thought. No, don't think about that. He scolded himself, but it didn't do anything. Warm tears spilled over, he made sure not to let his breathing get to fast He felt unnaturally weak, like he had nothing. He took off the pillow, there were footsteps coming up the stairs. He quickly shifted, still on his stomach. He rested his head on top of it, facing the wall and quickly wiped away any access tears. The door opened, he closed his eyes, trying to fake sleep. Soft footsteps walked over. Newt had no idea who it was. The footsteps stopped right next to him.

"Newt?" Tina said softly. Newt had no idea what to do. Did he just keep pretend sleeping? He decided to just face it and opened his eyes just slightly.

"You awake?"

He nodded his head.

"Okay, I, just came in to see if you felt okay. Anything hurt?" He shook his head.

Idiot! Say something to her!

She sat down on the bed, he felt it sink just a little.

"Are you sure?"

Stop being a moron and talk to her! Do it!

"Yes." he said quietly.

"Okay, well, just holler if you need anything." She said, sitting up.

NOW!

"Uh, Tina?"

He continued looking at the wall next to him.

"Yes?"

"I-I uh, heard you and Queenie speaking outside.."

Tina didn't reply, so he went on.

"I just wanted you to know, I don't hate you. Not at all."

Tina still didn't reply for a second to his dismay, but after a beat she did.

"Oh- I, thought you were, after everything that happened."

Newt thought it was quite an odd time to be crying again. What in the world was he crying for?

"None of this was your doing, it wasn't anyone's."

Just mine. He thought to himself.

"I could n-never hate you."

There were more tears as he finished the last sentence. What was wrong with him?

"Newt? Are you okay?" Tina asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. He tried incredibly hard to suppress the sobs threatening to come out. He couldn't cry, not in front of her.

"I-I'm fine." He said, a little too shakily for his liking. He closed his eyes.

"Newt?"

After trying so hard, finally the first sob came out, followed by another, gasps for air in between. Without a word he felt Tina's warm hand over his forehead, moving up in a comforting way, gently rubbing with her thumb. His throat felt like it was being ripped from his neck as the sobs kept coming, and not stopping. Tears came non-stop, running down his cheeks accompanying the cries that shook his body. He wished they would disappear along with the rest of him so she wouldn't see him in the state he was.

"Newt, please look at me." She said softly. He wanted to resist, but instead, slowly moved his head to the side, looking up at Tina. A dagger ripped at his heart as he saw the sadness in her eyes. He looked away after a slip-second, not able to handle it anymore. The breathed through his mouth in a shaky manner, trying to at least get somewhat of a hold of himself. He sat up, Tina was now sitting back down on the bed with him. Without thinking, he turned to her and wrapped his arms around her. He felt her return the hug, maybe squeezing a bit tighter. He rested his head on her shoulder, crying again.

"Its alright, I'm here." She said, rubbing his back. He buried his face into her hair, which had a sweet, citrus scent to it.

"T-thank you.." He whispered between the breathless outcries. He just couldn't seem to get a grip on himself. As unbecoming as he felt, he also felt safe in a way in her arms. When he lost the case he thought he had lost everything, that he had nothing left, but maybe he had been wrong. For the next fifteen minutes Newt stayed in her arms, crying until it seemed like forever to him. She kept her hold on him, not letting go. After a while, the sobbing had gradually decreased until he had just had his head on her, with his eyes closed, breathing softly. Slowly she unwrapped her arms, he leaned back, somewhat embarrassed by the outburst. She looked at him, and smiled lovingly. They both sat there for a second in silence. He rubbed his eyes, which were probably red, dried tears still on his cheeks.

"Here" She said, pulling up the sheets, throwing them over him. He smiled and accepted them, sliding back down. He hadn't had much sleep the past few days as it was.

"I guess I'll be downstairs if you need anything." She said, sitting up. Some desperate side of Newt kicked in right then.

"Wait, Tina?"

"Yeah?"

He looked away, embarrassed at what he had been about to ask.

"Uh, never mind, it was dumb."

"No, tell me" She said, a hint of a smile on her face.

He looked back up at her and bit his lip.

"You um- would you mind if you layed here- just f-for a bit?" He faltered, feeling like a 6 year old who just had a nightmare.

"Not at all." She sat down and stretched out next to him on the bed. He felt himself relax from his more tensed position. As unaccustomed as he was to sleep next to somebody else, it felt oddly comfortable. He layed his head next to her shoulder, his forehead touching her arm.

"Thank you, Tina." He whispered, already feeling sleep overcome him.

"No problem." She whispered back, stroking the hair on the side of his head. Not in a million years could he ever see himself doing this, but it felt so right at the moment. His breathing slowed a bit to a more deep and steady pace, unlike from earlier, which had left him tired and his chest a bit sore. He moved closer, nestled right up next her. In his defense, he was already falling asleep. He was now in a very vulnerable position, cuddled up right close to her the way he was, but she didn't flinch or anything like that, in fact he could've sworn she had moved a bit closer too. Newt remained next to her, he opened his eyes and looked up, Tina had her eyes closed, and she was also smiling. He placed his head back down, and layed until he had slowly but finally fallen asleep next to her. He wouldn't of wanted it any other way.

(A/N) AHHH!!!!! YES!!!! Oh, not the part about the loss of the case, it was the ending. Newt became extremely brave all of a sudden, didn't he? Poor guy though... I'm sorry about the non updating, I was sick, then I was busy, then I got lazy, but here it is! I hope you guys like this, this is some hurt, but no worries, this is also comfort. I just love Newt and Tina together, I ship Tewt like a freaking mad-man. Well, I believe that's it, oh one more thing, (I'm sure you guys don't care) but I'm getting a Hufflepuff scarf (I've always been one, but when I learned Newt was one, I became a proud Hufflepuff.) And a Newt Scamander wand, its a exact factory version, and collectors. (Also got a poster and the screenplay and another book from Walmart.) This will be my first valuable merch so I break it, I will die. But anywho, yayyyyy merch!!! Okay now that really is it COMMENT VOTE AND FOLLOW!!! LOVE YOU GUYS! ~K