Sweet, dulcet chirps from outside the living room window slowly dragged her away from her slumber; her eyes fluttered open to meet the small beady eyes of a bluebird just a couple of feet from her face, curiously peaking inside and hopping along the windowsill. She rubbed eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sunlight streaking through the curtains as she sat up on her couch. The gentle sound of Newt's slumber escaped from his throat as he still laid beside her, his arms spread out across the couch where she had been only moments before. She couldn't help the soft smile that spread across her lips as her eyes roamed his face; he looked boyish as ever, his features tranquil, and his faint freckles accentuated in the sunlight, as she absentmindedly placed her fingertips on his cheek.

She first traced along his jawline, admiring its sharp edges; her hand moved down to his chest, as she moved her fingertips over the jagged lines of weathered skin, each scar a testament of the bravery of the peaceful man who laid beside her. She took in a deep breath as she felt each one down his chest and abdomen, feeling an ache grow in the pit of her stomach at the thought of waking up tomorrow morning and looking over to emptiness.

In her vision appeared another hand as it slowly wrapped around hers, and she looked up into Newt's hazy but bright-eyed gaze. Without a word he brought her fingertips to his lips and gently kissed them, closing his eyes as then he brought their hands down to his chest. She placed her other palm against his chest as she leaned forward, and delicately pressed her lips to his; he wrapped his arm around her, pressing their bodies together as they held their kiss for a few moments before she slowly broke away.

"Good morning, love." He whispered, his voice still raspy from sleep. Tina's cheeks turned a gentle pink, a tight smile appearing on her face.

"…That's a bit too much, isn't it?" He also slightly blushed now as he noticed her expression.

"I-I'm not very used to this kind of business."

Tina let out an involuntary laugh, burying her head in his chest until it ended.

"No, no, Newt. I'm sorry. No one has ever called me that before, that's all."

"So you would like me to?"

"Yes." She giggled once more, before she laid her head down on his chest.

"That's an Eastern bluebird," Newt started, as he gazed up into the window above the couch. Tina shifted to see what he was talking about, and there was the same bird she had seen when she woke up. It had stopped chirping, but now sat quietly in the corner of the windowsill, turning its head with jerky movements as it looked around.

"That's your state bird, actually. Did you know that?"

Tina laughed again, shaking her head.

"No, I can't say that I did. So, not only do you know everything about magical creatures, but non-magical creatures as well?"

Newt placed his arms at his side, clumsily sitting up as he kept his eyes on the bird. Tina shifted again, and turned her back to lay against his chest. They now both faced the window, and Newt wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach.

"W-Well, I do like many non-magical creatures, but to be honest, I read a bit about New York before coming here. I didn't want to be too obvious of a tourist."

Tina smiled as she watched the bird, which had now stood up and hopped to the other side of the window, carefully watching as an insect slowly crawled in the its direction.

"I quickly realized, however, how little people are interested in talking about state birds with a stranger."

She chuckled, as she sat up straight and turned to face him.

"So you ended up not only being an obvious tourist, but a bit of a weirdo as well." He subtly smirked, and looked down as he shrugged.

"It wouldn't be the first time."

She leaned towards him and sweetly kissed his cheek, before she grabbed a blanket that had fallen to the ground and wrapped herself with it. She slowly stood up, letting her eyes adjust for a moment again before she started to walk towards her room, briefly waving her wand towards the kitchen as she walked by. Newt stood up as well, and lazily put on his trousers as the aroma of fresh coffee began to fill the room.

He walked over into the kitchen and sat at the table, silent as he patiently looked around the room. His eyes fell upon the flower still sitting upon the kitchen table, still bright with its wild, expanded petals, but the ends now showed the warning signs of withering; he frowned as he traced the subtly browned edges.

"You can help yourself, you know," Tina had emerged from her bedroom, now cloaked in a long, turquoise silk robe that teasingly clung to her delicate curves.

"You're not exactly just a guest at this point." She flashed him a smirk as she walked over to the percolator which sat upon the stovetop, the sound of brewing coffee gently popping from inside.

Newt slowly stood up from the chair, and walked up behind her as she poured a cup of coffee. He gently slid both hands around her waist, as he moved forward so that his lips were within an inch of her ear. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as her skin tingled against his breath; he began planting soft kisses along her ear as he gently gripped her hips.

"Tina, I'm… I'm going to miss—"

Tina abruptly turned to face him and placed a finger on his lips, and he silently stared into her eyes.

"Not yet." She interrupted, staring back at Newt for a moment before she lowered her hand to cup his cheek. He smirked in response, and leaned forward to kiss her, lovingly tasting her lips as he brought her body against his. She moved them away from the stove as they kissed, and with a gentle thud he pressed against her into the door of a cupboard. Her hands slid up from his abdomen to his bare chest, feeling the roughness of his scars once more; this time they did not sadden her, but instead prompted a small quiver inside, and she let out a gentle, sultry moan as she felt it grow.

At the sound of her pleasure a low growl escaped from his throat, and his hands carefully began to wander; he slid them up from her hips over the hill to her waist, and further as began feeling the bottom curves of her chest above the silk of her robe. She arched her back subtly to his touch, popping her breasts forward to his caress, and he took them both completely in his hands.

Tina hungrily reached out to his hips and grasped them, bringing his groin against hers; his breath hitched at the feeling of the friction between them, and she bit her lip as she watched his expression begin to twist with desire for her. He met her eyes, bright with playfulness, and her smirk mischievous as she gazed up at him; and his hands were instantly at her robe, tearing loose the tie which held it together, and he crashed his body into hers.

"Newt—" She cried out, feeling his lips lustfully tasting her neck; he groaned as he gently nipped at her skin as he made his way down, all the while opening her robe entirely with his hands. His touch then roamed back to her hips, now bare and her skin warm at his fingertips; she clutched his shoulders as his mouth reached the top of her chest, and with his tongue licked further down her curves.

"Newt—please—" Her nails were now digging into his skin as she held onto him, and she closed her eyes as she felt his warm tongue and the gently nip of teeth. He hesitated for a moment before he broke his mouth away, and then immediately picked her up, grasping her thighs as he lifted her into the air. Her robe slipped from her body and to the ground as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he hurriedly carried her out of the kitchen, clumsily knocking over her cup of coffee.

He removed one hand from her thigh to fumble with the doorknob, and then burst through the entryway as it opened, and she clung to him as he stumbled across her room. He eagerly fell into her as they reached her bed, and like teenagers in love for the first time they desperately touched and tasted every inch of each other's bodies; one more time they escaped into the world that existed only in each other's arms.

The sky was a pale cerulean, perfectly clear and calm; the scent of freshly dew flowed through the air, still clinging from the storm the night before, as they walked down the city street. The city was relatively peaceful, and few people were out and about, save the young children who played in front of their homes and the occasional person or two who were out for a stroll. Tina had almost forgotten what a typical day looked like; there were no magical creatures wreaking havoc through the streets, no dueling in the middle of the square, no sign of Grindelwald or his army. The city had carried on as usual; whereas her life before this week now felt like someone else's.

"Do we have time to visit the hospital? Jacob would probably like to see you before you go." Tina asked, gazing up at the stoplight as they waited for the walk signal. Newt reached inside his pocket and pulled out his watch, and twisted his mouth as he looked down at it.

"U-Uhm, sure. Yes. That's a good idea." He put the watch back into his pocket, and Tina looked over to him, smiling softly at his inability to mask the nervousness on his face. Always putting everyone else before yourself. She shook her head, and slipped her hand inside his as they continued walking.

A few blocks down stood the hospital, which looked much less dismal in the daytime; although the building still appeared very weathered with time, the vibrant stained glass brightened in the sunlight, and the front doors were now held open, exposing the reception they had stood in the night before. Tina squeezed his hand as they looked up and through the doors for a moment, before Newt led her up the steps.

The hospital was much busier than it had been the night before; medical staff could be seen walking between rooms in the hallway, and patients in their gowns were also out and about, some sitting around the reception area, and others steadily, carefully walking with the support of a nurse. Tina immediately glanced over to the couch in which Queenie once sat, but had been replaced by an older man, dressed in a tattered suit, his eyes tired as he coughed into his hands.

She then looked over to the reception desk, which had a line formed in front of it; mothers held their children's hand as they clung to their legs, men and women stood with their head bowed as they waited for their turn, appearing to be in various stages of illness. Newt walked up beside her, and discreetly leaned towards her.

"Let's just go." He whispered. Tina turned her head to his voice.

"We can't—"

"Follow me."

With that Newt was already ahead of her, and she nervously caught up to him. She kept her eyes straight ahead as they walked forward, and to her surprise, nobody stopped them as they walked past the reception desk and into the main hallway. Newt glanced at each name on the boards that hung on the side of each doorway, but Jacob's name was nowhere to be found. They reached the end of the hallway, and Newt turned to Tina, then gestured with a nod towards the staircase behind them.

"Let's try—"

"Excuse me? Can I help you with something?" A nurse approached them, an irritated look on her face as she glanced between the two. Her chestnut hair was pinned beneath her broad, white hat, and her white dress was stained, with what neither of them cared to imagine.

"Y-Yes, apologies, I—and my sister here—w-we're trying to find Jacob Kowalski. We just arrived from out of town, w-we just heard the news, and…"

"Second floor, down the hallway to your left." She interrupted, and left almost as quickly as she had appeared. Newt glanced back over to Tina, before they both quickly made their way up the stairs.

Tina gazed into the room through the window as they approached it; along both sides were rows of beds, many occupied by patients in their long gowns, as nurses walked back and forth between them and wrote notes on their clipboards. Within a couple of moments Tina spotted Jacob, lying in his bed with his eyes closed. The curtains were drawn beside his head against the outside window in order to block the sun as he rested. She felt a small smile creep up on her face as she watched; beside him, sitting in a chair, was her sister, her head resting on his hand that was flat against the bed. Her eyes were closed as well, and for the first time in days she appeared peaceful and calm. They both did.

Newt placed his hand on her shoulder as they both watched, and she leaned into his touch.

"I had to let the poor thing in," Another nurse had approached them now, and stood beside Tina as they all looked inside.

"The ol' woman at the front desk kept her out all night. I come in an' she's shakin' like a leaf on the couch. All just to see Mr. Kowalski. I take it you know 'em?"

"Yes, ma'am." Tina answered, looking over to the nurse.

"She's my sister. Mr. Kowalski is our friend."

The nurse warmly smiled.

"Well, I wouldn't wake 'em, they both need their rest by the looks of it. I'd get outta here soon, too, so ya don't get in trouble."

Tina smiled back and nodded, before the nurse turned away. She looked over to Newt, who quietly still gazed inside.

"Well, at least we know he's okay." Tina sighed in refief. Newt simply nodded, unable to break away just yet as he watched his friend on the hospital bed; the top half of his body was almost completely covered in bandages, some patches of dried blood spread throughout, and he looked frail as he laid there in recovery. Newt did all he could not to blame himself, to think of what he could have done better, or how this all could have been avoided.

Tina reached down and squeezed his hand, breaking him away from his thoughts; he abruptly looked over to her and met her doe-eyed sympathetic expression. He cleared his throat, and looked down for a moment before he met her eyes once more.

"You'll tell him I said goodbye?"

"Of course I will, Newt. I promise."

The roaring sound of ship horns blared throughout the area, and the clouds from their smokestacks billowed into the air; Tina took a deep breath as she spotted his at the end of the port, and watched as passengers walked up across the platform. Newt glanced around him, feeling a rush of déjà vu; it had been mere days since they stood here before, but it felt like a past life. There stood curious strangers, only having been given a taste of learning each other, but being torn apart before it could begin. Now stood two lovers, still curious, but deeper in their discovery of each other than he ever dreamed he would be with another person; a piece of him now permanently resided with her, and he could feel the emptiness inside of him start to ache as the ship sounded its horn once more.

Tina admired his features as she gazed up into eyes; the icy blue shined bright against the sunlight, contrasting with his boyish freckles that danced around them and across his cheeks and nose. She prayed to remember every single one, and every crease and angle of his face, so in the night she could return to this moment; standing in the sun, the scent of burning coal and salty sea in the air, as his tousled hair moved subtly with the breeze.

"W-Well, here we are." Newt started, suddenly overcome with nervousness as he looked over to the ship beside them.

She reached over and took his hand, holding her gaze for a moment before she looked down at their hands, now intertwined.

"Hurry… Hurry up and finish th-that novel, okay?" Her voice broke, and she closed her eyes as she struggled to compose herself. Newt instantly brought her to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her as she rested her head on his chest. She felt a calm wash over her as she felt the warmth of his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his waist underneath his jacket.

"I will do everything in my power to return to you, as soon as I possibly can." He remained surprisingly calm as he spoke, as he raised one hands to stroke her hair.

"I made a promise to you. I'm going to show you everything; we're going to see the world, Tina."

She let out a deep sigh, and then took in a deep breath to steady herself. She wiped her tears away before slowly backing up from his hold, and took another moment before she looked up at him once again.

"I-I can write to you, right?" She asked, unsure how long she would go without any communication at all.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure how this whole… ordeal going on here right now might affect communication between our countries. The Ministry has undoubtedly heard, and they might try to distance themselves. Especially since you've been directly involved, both times, I…" He paused, watching her face fall.

"B-But, actually, I think we can get around it. J-Just don't use a return address and, uhm… use a pen name, perhaps."

She furrowed her brow. "A pen name? Like what?"

The ships horn blew louder and longer than before, signaling a last call for passengers to come aboard.

"You'll think of something. I-I do need get going, though." He now was glancing between her and the ship, not wanting to rush their goodbye but not wanting another confrontation with MACUSA, either. Tina nodded, smiling softly as she looked into his eyes; she moved towards him, and firmly pressed a loving kiss upon his lips as she held his jacket. He leaned into her and wrapped his arms around her one more time, his body and heart fighting his mind; but after a few moments, he slowly pulled away, and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I love you, Tina Goldstein."

She smiled, closing her eyes as she selfishly paused to give herself a few more seconds with him.

"I love you too, Newt Scamander."

He hesitantly backed away, his eyes lingering on her as he stepped backwards towards the platform. She delicately raised her hand to her lips and blew him a kiss. He shyly smiled, and turned away to walk aboard. She silently watched as he ascended; he briefly stopped in front of the entryway for a moment, making her heart skip a beat, but he then stepped inside as the platform lifted behind him.

She took a deep breath as the final horn sounded, and the engines began to roar; not wanting to torture herself anymore, she slowly turned away, and made her way back through the port. She absentmindedly touched her mouth with her fingertips as she walked, the tingle of their last kiss still lingering on her lips.

Night time had now fallen, and the city was cloaked in dark, peaceful quiet; Tina now sat at her vanity in her bedroom after having spent the day with Queenie at the hospital. Jacob hadn't woken up yet, but the doctors told them they could expect a full recovery, though it might take a month or two. Queenie refused to leave his side, however, so Tina went home by herself.

The usual melody of trumpets on the radio danced through the air as she sat in her room, helping her feel less alone. She had finished what felt like her hundredth cup of coffee and now sat gazing out the window; the moon's glow was gentle and subtle, partially hidden by clouds but still taking the spotlight in the calm sky. Tina sighed to herself as she slowly stood up, and tiredly unbuttoned her shirt as she prepared to go to sleep.

As she slid the shirt down her arm she heard a mellow, dulcet sound come from her window; she glanced over to see the bluebird from that morning at the windowsill, hopping anxiously as it asked permission to come inside. She let out a soft gasp, and she walked over towards it.

"Is that—really—" As she approached it, a sad smile spread across her face; without hesitation she lifted her window, and the bird cheerfully hopped inside and onto her vanity. It glanced around the room with jerky movements, chirping as it observed, before flying over and perching on a top of her canopy bed. She gasped once more as an idea popped into her head; she opened her dresser drawer and clumsily searched through it, before finally finding a piece of paper and a pen.

She hurried over to her vanity, and placed the paper gently down as she began writing.

Newt,

It has only been hours since you left… and as ridiculous as it might seem, I miss you so much already.

As I sit here in this room, the ghost of everything we shared together here is haunting. I still feel your hands, your lips, your body on me, our whispers in the night as you talk about your passions and past. It's going to be hard sleeping here without you.

Part of me knows you're still here with me, though. And I hope you know, that part of me left with you.

I went to the hospital today, and I thought you'd like to know that the doctors are saying that Jacob should fully recover. It will be a long journey, but by the time you're back, he should be completely healed. He will be so excited to see you.

I'm already dreaming about the day.

Love,

Your Bluebird

A/N: And here concludes the story! I want to thank you all who read, left feedback, followed, anything. It has been so unbelievably encouraging and helpful, and I appreciate it so much!

This was my first go at writing fanfiction for the first time in a very long time, so I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

Please let me know what you think, and again thank you for reading!