A/N: My first foray in Carry On, hooray! Just a short little crack-fic. Note: I don't usually like to 'undo' something an author has done, but I couldn't pass this one up.


Baz

The sun streaming in through the window wakes me up. Moaning, I turn away from it and get a mouthful of golden hair for my efforts. I can't even get up because of the wing draped over my back.

Wings.

Simon.

My dream comes rushing back to me. Thinking about it now, it seems so obvious. I can't believe neither of us thought of this! Technically, I could let him sleep and wait until he wakes up but...

"Snow. Snow, wake up." His tail is wrapped around my wrist, stopping me from leaving. Not that I want to. I poke him again. "Snow."

His eyes are still closed but I can see a faint smile form on his face. The sunlight lights his hair perfectly and that, along with the wings, makes him seem positively angelic. All of a sudden he mumbles "Not unless you call me Simon."

"Crowley, Simon, really?" He sits up almost instantly. I wasn't expecting him to be that much awake. I try to hide my shock, but I know he sees it. I'm practically bouncing on the inside, but outside I seem totally calm. I hope.

He smiles, and that along with his curly bronze bedhead is enough to kill me all over again. His tail is still wrapped around my wrist and he uses it to pull me closer. His face is just inches from mine. His eyes are nothing special, just your everyday blue eyes, but I feel like they're reeling me in. My body leans towards him without my permission. He moves closer and I take a deep breath and ... push him back.

The words come out in a rush. "I want to try something with you. I've never done it before, but if you get scared I swear I'll smack you." For good measure I add, "Simon."

He nods and I take his hand in mine. Before he has a chance to react, I pull out my wand, point it at our joined hands and say "Sharing is caring!"

I can see the realization at what I've just done in his eyes. Then he frowns. "I don't have my wand. I don't even remember where I put it. " The sadness he feels is visible for a moment on his face (though it doesn't seem to overwhelm him) before dropping his head down and out of my line of sight. There was a time where the thought of losing his wand would have been devastating, but now it was simply a fact of life for him. People often lose things they have no more use for.

I reach my hand under his chin and tilt his head back up to face me. "You think I'd be dumb enough to let you lose it?" I pull the wand out from underneath the bed and hand it to him. Before he can grab it, I pull back slightly. "One catch: I don't think you can let go of my hand."

A slow smile spreads across his face. "I think I can work with that."


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