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Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (21/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Percival woke slowly, two realisations hitting him in close succession. The first was an awareness that his bonded mate was asleep nearby, comfortable and contented. The second, rather more concerningly, was that there was a full-grown nundu with its paw on his chest and its teeth an inch from his face.

He tried to remember the beast's name. The previous night he had been able to rattle off each creature's name and diet, along with other tips for their care. But then, last night he hadn't had one of the most dangerous beasts in here looming above him.

Percival knew that if the nundu chose, it could bite his head off. Or poison him in a second - it might have been wounded and unable to produce toxic gas, but its saliva was still strong enough to burn the cow carcasses that were thrown its way.

Percival was a proud man, and good at his job, but he was able to recognise when he was beaten entirely. He hoped that the nundu wouldn't attack Newt - that its sudden shift in behaviour was aimed towards him, and not towards the world at large. He closed his eyes again, blocking the creature from his sight, and focused on the terror that he felt. It would be a harsh wakening for Newt, but it was also the only solution he could come up with which meant he lived.

He felt Newt jolt awake, and heard his footsteps approach.
"Now really Snug, that isn't appropriate at all is it-" He started, his voice soft and low. "Has she hurt you?"
"No." Percival whispered back, trying not to move as he spoke. "Thought you said she was tame."
"Never." Newt answered perfectly casually. "I mean, it would take a hundred wizards or more to tame a nundu. Snug just respects me as the leader of her pack, that's all.."

"Can you call her off?"
There was a pause for a few seconds, in which Percival couldn't quieten the fear that Newt would say no and let him be devoured. But then Newt spoke, picking his words carefully.
"Do you want to be responsible for her if she's ill?"
"What?" Percival paused. "I mean, I'd help but... no. You're the expert. Please get her off me-"

"Your scent will have changed." Newt explained. Percival saw him drop to his hands and knees out of the corner of his eyes and then watched as Newt crawled closer to him. "She encountered Grindelwald while he was wearing your face when he searched for the obscurus, and I believe she thinks she is protecting me." Newt crawled over with purpose, moving surprisingly quickly, his body low. It reminded Percival of how the nundu moved.

Newt reached him, and licked a stripe across his face, from his chin to left eye. He repeated his action on the other side, and growled softly before nuzzling Percival in the chest. This was more physical contact than Percival had had since the heat, and he wanted to lean into it, but the weight of the paw on his chest kept him still.

Newt growled softly, turning his attention to the nundu and hissing softly before crawling back a little, teeth bared.
The nundu considered for a moment, before lowering her head and whimpering softly. Newt moved forwards, nuzzling his face against her shoulder, brushing against those razor sharp teeth. He pulled back and growled again, quieter this time, then made a soft trilling sound which the nundu echoed. She turned and slunk back out of the cabin towards her enclosure.

Relief flooded Percival, and he smiled up at Newt in amazement.
"You saved me."
"She likes me." Newt shrugged. "Sorry, I know that was probably demeaning for you, but she'll only allow the most senior member of the pack near her when she's ill and I thought you probably wouldn't want that. Plus it would have been hard to explain..." He squirmed a little, gaze down. Percival wondered if Newt expected to be reprimanded. That thought made him angry - Newt had just saved him.
"You did good." He mumbled. Percival was aware of how close Newt was, how he was still panting slightly, his skin soft to the touch. It was only natural to desire his omega, but he knew he couldn't let that show.

"I'd best go and give her breakfast." Newt explained, scurrying back a little. Percival hoped his emotions hadn't managed to sneak out despite his best attempts to the contrary. He watched Newt retreat, and realised he wanted him. Feeling a little sick, he went to wash up and work on breakfast for the humans.

The two of them were eating together in companionable silence when a small paper mouse appeared, running between the two of them before recognising Percival as the intended recipient of the message. Percival picked the message up, turning it over in his hands a couple of times before opening it. He suspected it was Seraphina's wandwork that he could see there.
"Graves?" Newt asked softly. "What's there?"

Percival unfolded the paperwork, and saw three words written on the paper in Seraphina's beautiful script.
"Grindelwald has escaped."

***

Newt felt the wave of terror which swept through Graves. It wasn't like the fear he had experienced first thing in the morning - that had been fear, but there had been a sense the kind of fear that you could run from. The emotion seeping through their bond was the kind of fear you felt when there was nowhere to run - it was a fear Newt knew only too well after all of his time in hospital.

It took a few seconds for Newt to manage to gather up the strength to speak, and when he did his voice shook slightly.
"What is it?"
Wordless, Graves passed over the note.

Newt glanced at it, then looked into his eyes.
"We... we'll be okay." He mumbled. "We've got a nundu."

That at least made Graves smile a little, although the fear was still almost crippling through the bond. Newt reached out to squeeze his hand.
"He'll be looking for us?"
Graves nodded.
"Then we... we have to find him first." Newt swallowed. "He's expecting us to run."

Graves frowned a little but didn't say anything so Newt made himself continue.
"If we run, we are vulnerable. We need to be ready for him..."
Those words seemed to snap Graves from his terror, and he nodded before starting to talk.
"I can go into the office. Talk to the aurors. Will you be alright in your case today? I... I don't want to let you out of my sight." Graves sounded almost embarrassed to admit that, although Newt knew that it was common for alphas to be protective of their omega - even if they hadn't done anything the previous night.

"I can be. Or I... I can be out and help-"
"What can you do Newt?" Graves asked. He wasn't ridiculing him, merely convinced that Newt could do nothing to defend himself. It was a question asked to protect, and that soothed a little of the bite of the words.
"I can find him. And I have a swooping evil. Anyone who attacks me will get their brain eaten - not...not that it would make much difference for him."
"Find him?" Graves looked confused, so Newt tugged the collar of his shirt to one side.

"A legilimens and I should manage... I mean, I can feel where you are, and I can...I can find him."
"And if he finds you?"
"If he finds me, there'll be nowhere I can be safe." Newt said softly. "Please. Let me try this."

A frown crossed Graves' face but he nodded.
"I don't think I could cope if he got you again." He admitted. “I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to assume you couldn’t but I don’t want him to hurt you.”
"Then...then don't let him get me." Newt whispered. Graves nodded, shooing Newt back into the case for the journey to the office.

Newt spent the journey feeding the creatures and trying to calm the way his heart was hammering in his chest. He didn't want to seem weak or panicked, but he was deeply afraid of what might happen.

He relaxed only when Graves knocked on the door and called him up into the office. He climbed out to find Queenie there. She held out a pastry in the shape of a niffler as soon as he emerged.
"Present." She murmured by way of explanation. Newt shrugged and ate one of the feet, offering the other to Graves.

"Director, if you can try and be calm?" She suggested. "I need to be able to feel his emotions."
"Of course." Graves went to sit at his desk and pulled out some work. Newt smiled a little, surprised that Graves was willing to listen to the beta. She rested her hand on Newt's. "I need you to focus on anything you can feel from him, and look into my eyes."

Newt nodded, cautiously gazing up at her. She stared back intently, a slight smile on her lips. He tried to focus on the emotions he could feel seeping through the bond. There was a sense of fear from Graves although he was trying to hide it. But there was also a twisted sense of victory, which he reached out for, and was rewarded by a sudden image of tunnels, of a cloud swirling through the tunnel in an attempt to escape. For a moment, a boy appeared in the smoke, one that Newt was sure he had seen before.

Queenie pulled away with a gasp.
"Director. I need to get Tina right away sir."
"Do you know where Grindelwald is?"
"He's in the tunnels. And he's with Tina's No-Maj boy. The one she got in trouble over."

"What?" Graves asked, standing and reaching for his wand.
"The boy ...he's a..he's a cloud-"
"He's an obscurus." Newt interrupted. "He's frightened. You need to calm him down and get him away from Grindelwald. Take Tina with you."

"Alright. Good work Newt. Queenie, I want you to stay here with Newt. Keep him safe."
"Yes sir."
"Newt?" Graves asked, eyes shining for a moment. "What happens if the obscurus survives?"
"Bring him back here, put him somewhere safe, and teach him to control his magic." Newt wasn't frightened right now, wasn't worried about speaking out of turn. Graves was there, and in a way the obscurial was just another creature he had the expertise to help.

Graves nodded, and squeezed Newt's hand before walking away, leaving Newt sat with Queenie. She pointed to the pastry.
"You like the niffler sweetie?"
"It's wonderful." Newt answered, then felt himself blush. "I just...I gave an order to my alpha-"
"I don't think he minds that pumpkin, all I could feel off of him was pride. He thinks you're real remarkable you know?" She teased, and Newt's blush only deepened.

"Would you like me to show you around MACUSA while he and Tina are out at work?"
Newt nodded quickly, following her around the building, his case held to his side. He wanted to be distracted from his concerns.

They were just walking along a corridor towards the wand permit office to hunt down some more pastries when Newt felt a sudden burst of anger. He gasped, curling up in a corner and panting. Queenie crouched in front of him.
"Let me in Newt, let me see..."

Newt opened his eyes and looked into her own. It was Graves' emotions that were overwhelming now, and Newt felt a sense of protection even greater than the anger. Then he felt a burst of magic, lights too bright to follow. All he could do was stay still and hold onto Queenie, hoping for the best.

He gasped as relief flooded him, and Queenie embraced him.
"They won." She whispered. "They won."

Newt nodded, too overwhelmed to move further. He stayed curled in the corner, Queenie's hands over his. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, only that he looked up when Graves crouched beside him and kissed his cheek.
"We got the bastard." He murmured. "Come on... let's get back..."

Newt stood, catching a glimpse of Grindelwald. He didn't want to see him, so he closed his eyes and reached for Graves' hand. Graves led him back to his office, and the two of them headed into the case.

Graves walked with him to the mooncalves, then backed off a little, giving Newt some time with his creatures. Only when Newt felt calmer did he approach.
"The obscurial survived." He said. "Tina calmed him."

Newt was relieved. He'd failed the girl before, he couldn't fail another.
"And I spoke to President Picquery on the way back. She said I...I can take a few days off work as I've just bonded with my mate."

Newt shuddered, mind filling with images of what it was expected he would do. Graves shook his head.
"I'm not going to induce a heat Newt. I thought you knew me better than that." He paused. "I thought we could go travelling. You haven't explored America much have you?"
"No..." Newt mumbled. "I did hope to release... to release Frank into Arizona..." Newt gestured towards the thunderbird.

"Would you like to do that?" Graves asked, and Newt nodded. Graves paused. "I just need to sort out some paperwork. You okay looking after everyone down here?"
Newt nodded, and watched Graves climb back up, before walking to Frank and gently stroking his fingers over the bird's beak.
"You're going home..." He told Frank. Frank clicked his beak, then nuzzled at Newt's hand, searching for insects. Newt smiled.