A/N: He guys, I'm sorry this was so late! Also I recommend that you really don't skim this, you really need your wits about you for this one, because I hint, and I outright say things, but if you're not paying attention you won't know things that are VITAL. So, to recap, DO NOT SKIP ANYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE IT IS INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT TO THE STORY. IF YOU DO, DO SO AT YOUR OWN PERIL!

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Simon POV

Simon would have been lying if he had said he wasn't angry and jealous at Penny. Why Jealous you ask? Because Baz and Penny were always having these educated conversations that Simon couldn't even begin to understand. Penny was so clever and pretty and just so interesting everything Simon wasn't. He was worried too, so worried about Baz that he couldn't sit still and was pacing like crazy, which only saddened him more because if Baz were really ok he would be out here telling Simon to 'stop or I'll magick you to the floor'. Penny was wringing her hands together in a nervous gesture, and watching Simon as one would watch a very heated Tennis match. Back forth, back forth, until he couldn't contain himself any more- feeling like he might burst.

"What do we do Penny? We can't just stand here outside the room and do nothing! What if he's- What if he's not alright?" Penny stopped wringing her hands together and came over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Simon, Baz is going to be alright. He's always alright isn't he?"

"Yes but-"

"Then he'll be alright this time. You just have to have faith Simon." She said gently, in the sort of voice that said 'Don't argue with me, that is all we shall say on the matter'.

He took a sharp intake of breath.

And out.

"Mage. Are we really going to do nothing for the Basilton boy? You know as well as I do that-"

"That his days have been numbered, yes immortal boy, I know. But that doesn't make any difference to the fact that he is a distraction for Snow."

"He is also Snow's rock. We can't just let... Him take Basilton away!"

"You care too much for the Pitch boy."

"You and I both know he isn't a pitch."

"You should also be careful in what you insinuate, boy. I am not helping him. Don't you think if there was anything I could do I would have done it?"

"No. Because you've never come across anything like this."

"Ha! Boy you know me too well. It is my own doing. I hadn't known when young Snow was born what... Side effects the curse might have caused."

"Clearly, but the side effects are there, as shown in the Basilton boy."

"I never expected the curse to have been enacted you know."

"You never expected the mage's heir to love?"

"Of course I did, I just never expected that love to give him true love's kiss."

"The curse said that he would receive true love's kiss. When the mage's heir receives the cursebreaker (AKA true love's kiss) then the one who bestowed it on him shall be-"

"Poisoned. I know. But it's worse than that. So much worse. Every time they touch Armand."

"What are you talking about Mage?"

"Now that the kiss has been given, in fact perhaps before then, when they each held each other's hearts, as they do now, every touch Simon gave caused the young Pitch pain."

"How would you know?"

"Remember that night, seems so long ago now, when young Snow woke up shaking from a nightmare. I pulled them apart and talked to Baz before coming to see young Snow. We had a little... discussion."

"Whilst the boy was sleeping. What did you tell him?"

"Nothing. He knows nothing about Snow's curse. I only used magic to see any pain the mage's heir had caused."

"How bad?"

"Not too much. I put a numbing spell inside Pitch's brain. Any pain caused by Simon would be forgotten, but now its starting to cause him to unravel."

"What do we do?"

"There's nothing we can do. There's only one person who could undo the spell. And I highly doubt he will."

"He hates you you know."

"Who?"

"Simon."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Nothing. You just need to understand, that Pitch may have a terrible father, but at least his hasn't ruined his life for him."

"What are you talking about?"

"You have been trying to break the boys apart ever since they got together. You have dedicated your life to your son but it has only made him hate you. Now you let his one true love die, when you know who could save him."

"I don't know what you're-"

"You're Simon's father."

"How did you-"

"Does he know?"

"No. He thinks his parent's were non-magick."

"Couldn't have thought up a better lie."

"There's a reason I've been trying to break them apart you idiot vampire."

"I don't care about your petty reason. Who can help the boy?"

"His own father, who was apparently better than I am, but I ask you, who do you think cast the curse? The humdrum of course, because his wife was truly in love with neither of us, only we were each too blind to see it, and so tried to shield our sons from her hatred."

"You mean Baz-"

"Armand you silly man. Baz is Simon's half brother."

Baz POV

Baz had felt as if his heart were burning, and that wasn't a figure of speech. It heart so much for about 15 minutes, then it would stop for just as long. It was like being on a bungee cord that just. Wouldn't. Stop.

But then it did. Just a few minutes after Simon had stopped touching him, and had got up and left the room, the pain stopped. He breathed in slowly, experimentally, and let it out. Why did he suddenly feel fine? A minute ago a rat could have beaten him in fight.

"How do you feel now?" Asked Henry calmly, as if anticipating the answer.

"Fine." The younger boy frowned.

"I doubt it was the stress of Penny and Simon being in the same room as you." He muttered.

"You know about Penny?" Baz asked in surprise.

"Of course I do, the whole school knows, apart from Simon of course."

"Of course." He repeatedly fondly. Henry made a gagging noise to him. Baz smirked.

"So what's the diagnosis doc?" Asked Baz in a sort of make fun voice that only Baz could get away with.

"I'm not a doctor you smart-"

"Language. That's uncalled for." Muttered Baz.

"Look, I just need to try something before I can actually take anything seriously, because this is sort of... crazy."

"Welcome to our world." Said Baz with a wink. Henry glared at him.

"Don't move." Henry told him, pointing a finger at him as he moved to open the door.

"It's rude to point." Said Baz. Henry didn't dignify that with a response.

About thirty seconds later Henry was accompanied by a very worried Simon and an equally flustered and overall scared Penny. She had her hand on Simon's shoulder, but he shrugged it off as Simon ran to him. Simon immediately knelt before him and took his hand.

In an instant pain hit him, but not so much that he didn't hear Henry's breath which he took in through his teeth. The sort of thing you did in apprehension. Simon reached forwards as if to hold him close.

"Don't!" Warned Henry, and Simon froze. Baz wrenched his hand out of his grasp, and the pain stopped. Baz took panting breaths in recovery.

"What just happened?" Asked Penny. Instead of answering, Henry reached forward and was about to take Simon's hand. Simon tensed.

"May I?" Henry asked them both, and they both nodded reluctantly. But when Henry took Simon's hand, nothing happened. Henry sighed, before turning to them both.

"I don't know what's happening, or why, but I don't think you can touch. At all."

"Why not?" Asked Penny, and Baz saw Simon grow angrier by the minute. Baz knew that look.

"Simon don't." He warned. Simon growled.

"Uh that is it!" He shouted in annoyance, and Penny was flung against the wall. She cried out, and as she did Baz saw Simon pale.

"Simon. Calm down." Henry begged.

"Since when did you become reckless and I wise?" Baz asked.

"About the same time that I learnt we could no longer touch." Simon answered.