(The name Lilac was from a beautiful fic with therapy animals that I can't find the link to! Sorry to whoever's headcanon I stole!)
Today, Newt was being quiet and sad. Most trees got like that if they didn't have enough sunlight, but Newt was a human so Pickett thought that probably wasn't the problem. He couldn't be sure though. "Oi!" He shouted, clambering onto Newt's shoulder. The human was sat on the small bed in the habitat Newt had purchased for the trip. It was small but that was alright because there was the suitcase.
In the two years they had been travelling, they had been to lot of places, but not America. Something about creatures being illegal, about the risk of Newt's case being taken. Pickett didn't see why Newt was so worried. None of them were going to let some silly human take them away from their Newt. "We won't let anyone steal you Newt." Pickett informed him, as confident as he could be about anything. Every creature in the case loved Newt. Anyone who tried to hurt Newt would answer to them all.
Newt looked over and smiled at him fondly. "Hey Pickett, you feeling okay?" Newt's finger brushed over his leaves, and Pickett smiled up at him. Newt looked brighter when he was with his creatures. Pickett climbed so that he could look Newt in the eye, feeling proud that he had made him look happier. "I'm just worried about... about America." Newt admitted. "Theseus says his friend is nice, but... people don't like me." "That's because they are even more stupid than you are." Pickett explained, wishing Newt could understand Bowtruckle. Newt smiled at him anyway. "At least I've got all of you. I wouldn't change you for the world you know? I'm lucky to have all my friends with me..." He sighed. "I'm going to miss Frank a lot." Pickett frowned at that. His human wasn’t meant to be feeling sad again.
"You can visit him. And he's loud. You'd be better with something quiet." Pickett pointed out, and Newt patted his head gently. "I'm going for a walk up on deck for some air. You want to come?" Pickett nodded, and let Newt conceal him in his pocket. Newt picked up his case and headed out. "Nearly there." Newt told him, leaning in so he could whisper and raising his hand. He pointed at a distant shape through the fog. "That's America."
It didn't look very impressive. Pickett nuzzled back against the warmth of his Newt, only to tense as three men walked up. They looked angry. "English?" One of them addressed him, and Newt looked up, seeming to be surprised that there was anyone there. "Yes?" Another lunged for the case, as the third punched Newt hard, knocking him backwards. They turned to run off as Newt was fumbling for his wand, but Pickett was faster.
Heroically, he threw himself forwards, landing on the case. He scurried across the letter to the man's hand and bit his knuckle, making him release the case. Then he ran up his arm, scratching at his face with his long thin fingers. "YOU BASTARD DON'T YOU DARE HURT NEWT!" He screamed, and he heard an answering growl from the case. The other two men looked at him in horror and went to run, only to have Newt petrify them both, then the one Pickett was attacking. Pickett dodged the spell and Newt picked him up and patted him on the head.
"Great work there Pickett..." He murmured. "I know! Don't worry. I will keep you safe no matter how many times people try to rob you." Pickett promised, then took the woodlouse that Newt held out to him. It was a tasty woodlouse, made better by the knowledge that he had saved Newt yet again. Saving Newt meant you deserved a lot of woodlice.
Newt jumped slightly as the case growled. "Oh..." He blinked. "They must have realised they got grabbed..." “No. They were worried about you.” Pickett tried to explain, but his human wasn’t listening. He returned to the habitat on the ship, and then climbed into the case.
Newt was immediately swarmed by the creatures who were not contained, Niffles burrowing against his leg as Dougal patted his hair, and Frank soared around in concern. He greeted each with a hug and a treat, and each offered Pickett another chance to explain his heroics to the inhabitants of the case. A few hours were spent reassuring the creatures and then Newt went up as the boat moored, to catch a proper view of the city they had come to. It would be a long journey to Arizona, but that was alright because Pickett would be beside Newt every step of the way.
Newt stepped off the boat, the case at his side, and Pickett kept watch from his pocket. He got the sense that their trouble was only just beginning. At least life with Newt was never boring.
FILL: Fantastic Humans and How to Keep them Safe (Part 2/6)
Today, Newt was being quiet and sad. Most trees got like that if they didn't have enough sunlight, but Newt was a human so Pickett thought that probably wasn't the problem. He couldn't be sure though.
"Oi!" He shouted, clambering onto Newt's shoulder. The human was sat on the small bed in the habitat Newt had purchased for the trip. It was small but that was alright because there was the suitcase.
In the two years they had been travelling, they had been to lot of places, but not America. Something about creatures being illegal, about the risk of Newt's case being taken. Pickett didn't see why Newt was so worried. None of them were going to let some silly human take them away from their Newt.
"We won't let anyone steal you Newt." Pickett informed him, as confident as he could be about anything. Every creature in the case loved Newt. Anyone who tried to hurt Newt would answer to them all.
Newt looked over and smiled at him fondly.
"Hey Pickett, you feeling okay?" Newt's finger brushed over his leaves, and Pickett smiled up at him. Newt looked brighter when he was with his creatures. Pickett climbed so that he could look Newt in the eye, feeling proud that he had made him look happier.
"I'm just worried about... about America." Newt admitted. "Theseus says his friend is nice, but... people don't like me."
"That's because they are even more stupid than you are." Pickett explained, wishing Newt could understand Bowtruckle. Newt smiled at him anyway.
"At least I've got all of you. I wouldn't change you for the world you know? I'm lucky to have all my friends with me..." He sighed. "I'm going to miss Frank a lot." Pickett frowned at that. His human wasn’t meant to be feeling sad again.
"You can visit him. And he's loud. You'd be better with something quiet." Pickett pointed out, and Newt patted his head gently.
"I'm going for a walk up on deck for some air. You want to come?"
Pickett nodded, and let Newt conceal him in his pocket. Newt picked up his case and headed out.
"Nearly there." Newt told him, leaning in so he could whisper and raising his hand. He pointed at a distant shape through the fog. "That's America."
It didn't look very impressive. Pickett nuzzled back against the warmth of his Newt, only to tense as three men walked up. They looked angry.
"English?" One of them addressed him, and Newt looked up, seeming to be surprised that there was anyone there.
"Yes?"
Another lunged for the case, as the third punched Newt hard, knocking him backwards. They turned to run off as Newt was fumbling for his wand, but Pickett was faster.
Heroically, he threw himself forwards, landing on the case. He scurried across the letter to the man's hand and bit his knuckle, making him release the case. Then he ran up his arm, scratching at his face with his long thin fingers.
"YOU BASTARD DON'T YOU DARE HURT NEWT!" He screamed, and he heard an answering growl from the case. The other two men looked at him in horror and went to run, only to have Newt petrify them both, then the one Pickett was attacking. Pickett dodged the spell and Newt picked him up and patted him on the head.
"Great work there Pickett..." He murmured.
"I know! Don't worry. I will keep you safe no matter how many times people try to rob you." Pickett promised, then took the woodlouse that Newt held out to him. It was a tasty woodlouse, made better by the knowledge that he had saved Newt yet again. Saving Newt meant you deserved a lot of woodlice.
Newt jumped slightly as the case growled.
"Oh..." He blinked. "They must have realised they got grabbed..."
“No. They were worried about you.” Pickett tried to explain, but his human wasn’t listening. He returned to the habitat on the ship, and then climbed into the case.
Newt was immediately swarmed by the creatures who were not contained, Niffles burrowing against his leg as Dougal patted his hair, and Frank soared around in concern. He greeted each with a hug and a treat, and each offered Pickett another chance to explain his heroics to the inhabitants of the case. A few hours were spent reassuring the creatures and then Newt went up as the boat moored, to catch a proper view of the city they had come to. It would be a long journey to Arizona, but that was alright because Pickett would be beside Newt every step of the way.
Newt stepped off the boat, the case at his side, and Pickett kept watch from his pocket. He got the sense that their trouble was only just beginning. At least life with Newt was never boring.