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TMR- Newt makes his way home

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Ship- Newtmas

Third person's P.O.V~

"Come on! I already told you there's no one left alive here! Let's go!" The two boys walk past a dying Newt lying on the burning ground of The Last City. "H...hey! Help me!" Newt's throat burnt as he shouted out to the voices. "Woah! Wait. Paul there's someone over here!" Two feet stopped infront of Newt. "What do you mean there's someone... Oh shit! Kenny get him onto a stretcher!" A second pair of feet stop infront of him. "Got it."

As Newt is pulled up his eyes land on the two boys. His body burns he can feel the blood pooling around the knife. Suddenly the only thing he could think about was Thomas. His Tommy. The boy he had fallen in love with. The boy he loved with his dying breath and still loved now. Newt was beginning to black out from blood loss. But as he passed out, his rescuers heard his name fall from his lips. "Tommy..."

The two boys looked towards each other. "Who the hell is Tommy?" Paul looks up from Newt to Kenny, who just shrugs. "Either someone he lost or got like this protecting." Paul nods slowly before lifting Newt into their stolen Berg. "Can't believe we found this thing in one piece." Kenny rolls his eyes before getting into the pilot seat. "Don't jinx it. Anyway, start putting pressure on that wound until we can get him some blood." Nodding Paul picks up a long piece of bandage wrapping it around his torso above his wound.

Once the bandage was tied he starts trying to clean up the wound to see what the damage was. "Shit. Kenny, this guy took a knife to the heart. It must've missed it by about 4 centimeters." Kenny nods from the seat. "Guess I better hurry it up then. We're about a 40 minute flight of the nearest safe spot. Can he make it that long?" Paul checks Newt over quickly before looking up. "Yeah, just move quick." Kenny nods before speeding up. "You got it."

A week after the two had found Newt, he had made an almost full recovery. But he spent most of his time in silence. Despite how often Kenny or Paul tried go get him to talk, to tell them what had happened, he stayed silent. One day though, he gave up and told the two what had happened.

Paul was doing a check-up on Newt's stitches when he spoke. "Can I have that Berg?" His throat burnt as a result of being silent for so long. "What?" He points over the fire. "That Berg. Can I have it?" Paul looks from Newt to the Berg a couple times before asking, "What for?" Newt looks away quickly. "I need to look for my friends. They think I'm dead." Paul sighs heavily. "What makes you think you could find them? Or that they're even still alive?" Newt looks back to Paul as Kenny walks towards them. "I don't know. But I know they're alive. I have to find them. You could come with me." Kenny crouches next to Paul.

Newt's P.O.V~

After a couple seconds of silence Kenny speaks. "Why would we go with you?" I look between the two of them, "Because we found a safe place. Which we unimaginativley, called the Safe Haven. You'd be safe there. I don't exactly know where it is which is why I need that Berg." Kenny nods slowly as I talk.

Paul however is silent and still. After a minute or so, with the two talking between each other, they both turn back to me. "Alright. You can take the Berg. As long as we can come to the Safe Haven." I nod quickly. "Thank you, and yes of course you can!" Kenny stands up helping both me and Paul up after. "Well then. We best get moving. Don't want to keep you're friends waiting do we?" I smile at him as the two walk towards the Berg. "I'm coming home guys." Paul turns around to me slowly. "You sau something?" I shake my head quickly. He nods slowly in response before turning back around.

Hang on Min, Fry, Tommy. I'm coming.

~Time skip 1 month~

It's been a month since we left. We passed back over the remains of The Last City about 2 weeks ago. We land each night so that we waste as little fuel as possible and camp out instead.