Simon snow and the ninth poison

by Lauretania

Snowbaz! Set after Simon and baz get together, quite sad and very twisty and plotty. You might cry. My idea of what Gemma T Leslie would have wanted to write and what Cath would have written after the eighth dance. Reviews more than welcome and I cant tell you much of the plot- it would take forever. Just know, there will be a whole lot of feels.

1. Chapter 1

Simon had not known when he had woken on thursday how hectic the day would be. Scratch that, hectic wasn't a good enough word. How about insane? And painful, now that he thought about it. Baz had been awake before Simon, not that he was happy about it. He had taken his potion last night, and though it had quenched it's thirst, it had kept Baz up half the night as the fire of the poison put his vampire insticts to rest. Simon had been woken in the middle of the night by his screams, but could do nothing to stop them. He had simply cradled Baz in his arms and spoke softly to him. He had tried a sleep spell, but it hadn't worked as usual. That morning Baz was incredibly irritable, but there was something about this that Simon found adorable.

"Good morning Baz." He had muttered when hhe'd woken. He had expected a muttered reply, but what he got was,

"Good morning? Good morning? It may be morning but there's no such thing as a good one!" Simon had just chuckled and tried to drag Baz out of bed, but Baz simply put the duvet back over his head. But the end Simon was exhausted and Baz was broken out of his reverie and got out of bed.

"I told you I'd get you out of bed!"

"Oh shut it Snow I though you were above 'I told you so's!'" Baz said, rolling his eyes, as he finished getting dressed. Just as Simon was trying to remember his first lesson of the day, there was a loud, incessant, beeping sound. Crowley, it was irritating. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...

"Baz what is that?" He shouted irritated, throwing his hands up in the air before taking them down again. He saw Baz hide a laugh. That sort of gesture was something the dramatic Baz did all too often, and it was scary to Simon how much Baz was rubbing off on him.

"I could be wrong Snow, and hey, you're the mages heir, but it sounds like a fire alarm." He said, his hands over his ears to try and stifle the noise.

"And I could be wrong when I say that we should probably get the hell out of here!" The alarm on Simon's face so perfectly matched the BEEP BEEP BEEP of the alarm that Baz had to let out a laugh before running out of the room, of course he had to slow down for Simon, so really it was like slow motion running.