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Simon.
He ran. It took him a very short time to reach the group, about 4.2 seconds but he couldn't be sure. He had more important things to think about. Like what in Crowley's name had happened to Simon now? It was only when he had reached him that he realised Simon wasn't with them. Why wasn't Simon with them? Usually when Simon had gotten into a fight they would bring Simon to Baz, make Baz feel bad for being a bad roommate before whisking him away to the infirmary. What was different this time?
"Where is he? Is he alright? What happened?" The questions came out all at one before he could ask any of them coherently.
"Breathe Basilton. As far as we know Simon is alive."
"What do you mean as far as you know?" He was freaking out now. This was not the sort of wording he was used to and more importantly where. Was. Simon. Get a grip Pitch. He told himself. But he couldn't.
"He's missing. Must I remind you that you were supposed to be watching him?" The mage looked angry now, so Baz smirked deliberately. Though inside his brain was going Simon Simon Misssing Missing Missing MISSING! Get a grip Pitch he told himself again.
Ah that brought him back. He rememembered.
It had been the night of the nightmare. Simon had been having one of his frankly terrifying nightmares. Baz had woken him, comforted him, and the mage had seen it as a good time to wrench Simon away from him when Simon most needed him. He had then beaten to a pulp, mostly because he thought the mage really didn't like him. Then there had been the actual information. The whole 'keep him safe or I will end you'. As if Baz gave a damn. He would live forever, as to the issue Simon, what did they think he had been doing? Just kissing him and sitting around all day?
He had to find Simon. He had to. He didn't say anything more to the mage. There was nothing to say. He didn't care what the mage had to say, which was probably absolutely nothing. Baz knew one thing. If Simon had had time, he would have left a message for Baz. This he knew. So he ran to the dormitory as fast as he could.
Penelope sat in the dormitory Simon shared with Baz in complete puzzlement. There was nothing here that seemed to leave any sort of message. She sighed. Come on Simon you're clever enough for this. Give me a sign. Give Baz a sign. She hadn't been surprised at all when Baz had turned up only 20 minutes ago frankly freaking out. It was something new she had never seen on Baz and she wasn't sure she liked it. He was breathing in quick puffs and seemed incredibly angry. He hit the wall forcefully, yet Penny knew it had to have taken restraint otherwise they would have both been buried by Baz's strength. Penny breathed.
"Baz it's ok… It's ok just tell me what you know."
"He's just gone Penny! Just gone!"
"Shhh… Baz It's gonna be ok, just trust me. Who would have taken Simon?"
Baz seemed to freeze.
"I don't think he was taken. Look, there's no sign of a struggle."
"Then what do you suggest happened Sherlock? He wouldn't have just left!"
"This suggests otherwise." Penny hadn't seen Baz take the note off of Simon's bed until it was too late. She looked over his shoulder to read it.
Dearest Baz,
I love you. I need you to know that Baz. But there's something you have to know. I have to go. If I don't, you'll be killed, either by the humdrum or just by being around me. You can try saying it's not true but it is. You know it is. I couldn't live with that Baz. I couldn't live without you, and so the humdrum offered me a way out. Work with him, and your life will be spared. I don't care Baz. I don't care what he does to me. I just need you to live. Please. Salaam.
Simon.
"No. No I don't believe this. He would never-" Baz started. His voice cracked. His hand was shaking.
"But he did."
