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Re: FILL: Fantastic Humans and How to Keep them Safe (Part 1/6)

[(Anonymous)]

(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!)
Keeping Newt safe from trouble was a full time job. The other bowtruckles were happy with their home trees, but Pickett had known for a long time that Newt needed to be looked after. He had chosen to make Newt his home human, even if he was a lot more trouble than most trees. Trees tended to behave, Newt did not. But they had had a lot of adventures over the years.

For now, he was settled into his human's pocket, nuzzling against his warmth to remind himself that Newt was here, and was safe. The nasty man had tried to kill his Newt, and Pickett was not alright with that at all. No one was allowed to kill Newt. Not on his watch. His Newt needed to be looked after.

Pickett had saved them both, yet again. Well, Lilac had helped, but without Pickett both his human and his human's new friend would be dead. Pickett really was not sure about the new friend. She had nearly got Newt killed, and had yelled a lot. But she had given Newt nice food. Her house had been worryingly tidy, and there had been no woodlice to eat, but Newt's pocket always contained a few snacks, so for now he was willing to tolerate it. Proud of himself, he glanced up at his human.

Newt had done something funny to the ribbon at his neck. Rather than being long, it was twisted up. Newt looked a little worried, his face doing a squishy thing. Pickett wanted to reassure him. He was determined to take good care of Newt. Newt didn't need to be scared while he was there.

The place they were in was dark and smoky, and there was loud music playing. Twisting underneath the collar, he could see Newt's new friend. Her face looked a little worried as well, which wasn't a good thing. Last time she had looked worried, Newt had ended up in a bad room and nearly died. He needed a better look.

He clambered up so that he could see what was going, and narrowed his eyes when he saw that there was a goblin facing them. The goblin looked straight at him, and smirked nastily.
"Wait a minute. That's a Bowtruckle right?"

That question scared Pickett, bringing back memories of Before Newt. He didn't like thinking about that. He curled back up in the pocket, feeling safer there. Newt was holding the pocket closed, and he heard Newt say "No." He wasn't going to be given over. Newt knew how important Pickett was for being safe.

"Come on, that's a Bowtruckle. They pick locks, am I right?" The nasty bad goblin was still talking, and Pickett squeaked in fear, before relaxing a little when Newt refused to hand him over. Newt was a good human. The goblin left, and Pickett relaxed a little, only to hear Newt agree to surrender him.

He tried to cling to the fabric of his pocket, screaming at Newt as Newt pulled him out. He tried to clutch at Newt's hand.
"NO!" He screamed. " Don't! Don't hand me over you idiot you'll get killed..." He tried to squirm away, struggling and scrambling at him.
"Pickett..." Newt pleaded, and then the clawed hand of the goblin closed around him.

He reached out towards Newt, but Newt looked away.
"No! Don't, you're my human, I have to keep you safe... you'll get yourself killed!" Newt didn't listen. He was too busy talking to the nasty bad goblin. Then screaming started and there was chaos.

The muggle, the nice friendly man who was a much better friend for Newt than the shouty woman, approached, and hit the nasty goblin. Pickett cheered, and he scrambled to the nearest table, clinging onto it. It was made of wood, so at least for now it felt like some shelter. He was delighted as Newt dived towards him.

He gripped Newt's hand even tighter than before, yelling at him.
"You idiot! What were you thinking you would have been in trouble! I have to keep you safe! Dougal and Lilac would be so angry if they knew..." He tried to shout, then went quiet as they disapparated. He was returned to Newt's pocket, and he curled up there protectively, eating the woodlice that remained and sulking.

He remained in a terrible mood, only too aware of the horrible things that could have happened if he wasn't there to keep Newt safe. He was relieved when he heard Dougal's chatter. Dougal was another one who would look after his human. Then they went back into Newt's case.

He pinched Newt, trying to get his attention.
"OUCH!" Newt yelled, grabbing him out, and Pickett curled up on his hand.
"I think we need to talk. I wouldn't have let him keep you Pickett. I would rather chop off my hand than get rid of you."

Pickett turned away.
"You'd probably lose your hand if I wasn't there to watch over you." He muttered, but Newt definitely didn't understand. He carried on trying to reason with him, as though it was Pickett who had been silly.
"After everything you've done for me..." Newt continued, and Pickett felt a slight sense of warmth. It was nice to know that his human understood that he was important for Newt's safety.
"We've talked about sulking before, haven't we? Pickett, come on, give me a smile."

Newt might not understand Bowtruckle language, but Pickett had a much simpler way of letting Newt know he wasn't forgiving him quite yet. He blew a raspberry at Newt. Newt put him down on his shoulder, and Pickett cuddled up on the fabric of his coat, trying to monitor his human. He wasn't going to forgive Newt yet, but at least Newt seemed to have learned his lesson.
"Don't ever do something that stupid again." He yelled at Newt, and ate the woodlouse he had been offered. He knew Newt would be in trouble again soon, but for now he could relax.


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.

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[(Anonymous)]

Sorry. Accidentally posted whole story rather than last chapter
Thanks
Rather embarrassed anon