Theseus ensured Grindelwald was adequately restrained before returning to his brother, leaving Tina to watch him.
"Grindelwald's there Percy." He admitted, trying not to see the way his brother was rocking against his best friend.
"I'm sorry." Percy answered, and he sounded as though he was genuinely apologizing.

"This is..." Theseus paused slightly, then looked at how Newt was clung to Percy's chest, pressing into the warmth of his body. He didn't look like he wanted to move any time soon. He frowned a little at the noises that Newt was making, some primal part of his brain wanting to chase any other alpha away from Newt. Newt who he had taken on responsibility for for so long, who hated what his body was capable of.

Newt who had chosen Percy. Not in ideal circumstances of course, but he had made a choice, and until he recovered Theseus would have to respect it.
"I can deal with Grindelwald." He said after a moment. "I'm going to leave Tina to supervise you." When Percy almost growled, he held up a hand in warning. "I don't want you to let her touch him. She's just going to make sure that you keep control, if I'm going to leave you with him. I'm ... I'm trying to trust you Percy." He swallowed, averting his eyes from the scene on the bed. "But if you hurt him-"
"If I hurt him when he's this helpless, I will deserve whatever is coming for me." Percy answered, and Theseus nodded.

"I'll be back as soon as I can be..." He said softly, before dropping his own coat onto the bed beside Percy. Newt leaned towards it slightly, and Percy picked it up, gently wrapping it around Newt's legs in order to provide some comfort, enfolding him in a familiar scent.

Theseus left the room once more, and explained the plan to Tina, before taking Grindelwald by both bound wrists and apparating away, aiming towards Percy's office. Most of MACUSA had an anti-apparation spell up, but Percy's office allowed in Percy himself and a handful of others. From there, it was a simple matter to track down the president of MACUSA and explain what had happened. Any doubts that she had were erased when he cast Revelio over the prisoner. As soon as he had handed the prisoner over, he hurried back to his brother.

Tina flashed him a smile, before disappearing back into Newt's suitcase to help with the animals and get out of their way. He looked at Percy curiously, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"You need to eat?" He asked. Percy nodded, and handed Newt over. Theseus tucked Newt's head against his shoulder, shushing him gently and staring at the savage mating mark. Newt whimpered a little at the loss of Percy's scent.
"I'm sorry." Theseus whispered, rocking him gently. "I know I said I wouldn't let this happen. I'm sorry I let you down."

Newt was lost to the world, and Theseus knew that, but it didn't make it any easier to see. He cradled Newt, and when Percy returned he was almost glad to hand him back.

***

Percival fought down anger at the sight of Theseus holding his omega. Newt. Newt had a name, and he had wishes, and he needed his brother. Theseus had taken care of Newt before, and he could do it again.

It was still a relief to take Newt back into his arms, and he felt a perverse kind of victory in the way Newt pressed against him, nuzzling into his throat in a way that presented his bonding mark. Graves nuzzled against it, only too aware of Theseus's eyes on them. It was good that Theseus was watching. It kept him from giving in to his darker desires.
"Any idea how long he'll take to come down?" He asked Theseus. Theseus shrugged.
"Three or four days I'd guess. Maybe a little less. He hasn't exactly had many heats. Normally he uses his suppressants-" Theseus looked at him now, and the expression in his eyes was concern not possession. "You will let... you wouldn't take those away right Percy?"
"No." He said softly. "If he wants to be on suppressants, that's his choice. Theece, you've told me about him our entire life. I've always...cared about him. I'm not going to take his freedom from him now." The relief that passed across Theseus's face at that moment was almost painful, but Percival didn't let him think of it for too long.

"I want to give him a bath later. He needs one. Do you want to supervise?"
"I'll wait outside the door." Theseus said after a moment. "Call me if you have any trouble."

Percival nodded his thanks, then paused as he saw Pickett staring up at him from the bedside table.
"I'm going to do what I can to look after him you know?" He told Pickett. Strangely reassuring Pickett felt more important to him than reassuring Theseus - perhaps because he knew how much Pickett meant to his omega.

"I'm not trying to separate you Percy." Theseus said carefully. "But have you considered that you might need to see a doctor."

"I do." Percival admitted. "But I survived a couple of months. Nothing is going to get worse in the next couple of days, and I want to stay here."

Theseus didn't bring up the idea of Percival leaving again.

***

Newt came back to his mind slowly. For the past few days, everything had been a blur. He had been overwhelmed by the scent of two alphas, one of which felt like safety and the other a strange mix of lust and security and belonging. His alpha was holding him in his arms, and he focused on that. Occasionally something inside of him would twist uncomfortably and he would realise for a moment that this wasn't right, that the man who was holding him wasn't his alpha, but no sooner had that thought formed than it had faded and he was again where he belonged.

He was curled up on the lap of his alpha, strong wand-callused hands running across his back and over the rounded bone of his hip. Soft words were speaking to him, telling him he was safe. It was a kind voice, a voice he wanted to hear more of, and he licked his lips to ask for that. As he did so, he picked up the scent of a second alpha, and that knowledge sent a jolt of tension running through him.

There was food. He was vaguely aware of being given food and drink over the past few days, of being washed and cradled in someone's arms, but this was different. He opened his eyes, and found himself staring into a very familiar pair of eyes.
"Theseus." He whispered, warmth blooming within him as he saw his brother. He was safe. He moved his hands out towards him, and saw the glint of light off of metal. The shackle was still around his wrist.

Memories of the lead up to his heat crashed over him in a wave, and he pushed away from the man holding him, seeing the face that had sentenced him to death watching. He stumbled to his feet and ran. The bracelet might have meant he couldn't leave the house, but he could still hide within it. He ran to the bathroom and closed the door, sinking to his knees with his back against it to stop the other wizard from being able to go in. Pickett squeezed beneath the door, and cuddled up against his hand. With a smile, Newt put the bowtruckle on his shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment.

He could feel Grindelwald's weight on him, pressing him down, leaving him trembling. He could feel the teeth piercing the skin of his shoulder, and feel the pain heightened by how they were on top of an earlier mark, a mark which frightened him nearly as much as Grindelwald's own.

"Newt?" Asked his brother's voice. "Newt, are you okay? I swear, if Percy's hurt you I'll skin him alive."
"He saved me." Newt answered after a moment. "I just need ... just need some time to think." He shivered. “And Theseus, you can’t skin people just because they’ve pissed you off. You’re an auror now.”

Theseus laughed slightly from the other side of the door.
“I can guard the door if you need to bathe.”
“It’s just you two here.” Newt said softly.
“Us, and your friends.” Theseus admitted. “The Goldstein sisters and a Muggle man. They’re in your case. They’ve been looking after the creatures-“
“The case is here?” Newt asked, getting to his feet and pulling open the bathroom door.

“It is.” Theseus smiled, and Newt hurried back into the bedroom, flashing a brief smile at the real Graves. He had taken care of him, Newt knew he had to at least be polite.
“You’re looking a lot healthier.” He murmured, looking at the floor.
“So are you.” Graves replied. “I can try and get someone to come and take a look at that bracelet. Theseus and I have been working on the wards in the house, but we need to get that off of you.”
“No…” Newt shivered and looked away. “No other alphas.”
“There’s a beta in the department. I’ll see if there are any omegas…” Graves offered, and Newt nodded.
“The case?”
“Just beside the bed.” Graves pointed to it, and Newt approached it.
“Do you mind if I….”
“Go ahead.” Graves smiled, and Newt nodded his thanks, disappearing into the case. He looked around, relaxing a little at the sight of his creatures.