A/N: Aimee, stop reading my author's notes. Seriously. Just go read the chapter. It's dedicated to you! Hey the rest of you guys! So if you read my previous author's note you'll hopefully be glad to hear that the project is officially happening, so if you search this profile's name you-know-where (laurenathalasa) you should find me! Please give me a thumbs up and comment! Thanks guys. I'm limited as to what I can say about it on this story, but hopefully you guys know what to do, if not you can PM me. Also, if you would leave in your review what you've done on YT, then I'll give you a shout-out next chapter. Ok?

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Simon POV

Simon felt numb as the mage and Armand lifted the young vampire into the infirmary. He looked so fragile, whimpering, eyes shut, as if he could shut the world out with just his eyes. The guilt as excruciating.

"This is exactly what I feared." Muttered the mage angrily, his hands sweeping over Baz's body in magical gestures. Baz seemed to be responding to them, which was good, but Simon couldn't help feeling very far away, as Baz writhed on the bed, helpless. Armand was the only one to notice his discomfort it seemed, putting a friendly arm around him, muttering soothing words.

"Can the mage save him?"

"I think so. We just have to be patient. Besides, I'll have to find another heir if he keeps it up, and he knows I won't like that." Joked Armand. Simon- as usual- didn't get it.

"What do you mean another heir? What are you talking about?" Asked Simon angrily, who had had just about enough of not knowing things.

"Calm down Simon. Come and sit down with me. I'll explain everything." As if noticing Simon's longing look at Baz, he added, "I promise he'll be fine. You need to sit down, your magick is drained." And with that, Simon allowed himself to be lead to a group of chairs, and Simon wasn't the only one to crowd round to here Armand's tale. Many began to crowd around, most of them inhabitants of the infirmary. One girl in particular settled herself next to him and Amy. She held out her hand.

"My name's Petra. Are you the famous Simon I've heard so much about?" She asked with a knowing grin. Amy giggled.

"For Crowley's sake, enough with the 'your destiny is in the stars' stuff." He begged her. Those who heard him laughed.

"No, no I meant from Ty!" She exclaimed. He looked at her, puzzled.

"Who?" He felt his head turning to the side a little like a dog.

"She means Baz." Amy told him kindly.

"Oh. So are you one of Baz's friends then Petra?" He asked, knowing the answer. Spelling it out for her just meant he could be sure in getting his facts right. She nodded.

"And the best damn shooter in the whole army." She said smugly.

"Yeah right Petra." Said a small boy, throwing a sock at her. Where had he gotten that from?

"You know it's true." Retorted Petra.

"Army? What army?" Asked Simon suddenly. Petra shifted uncomfortably, but before she had a chance to reply, Armand hushed them all and began his tale.

"So we all know Baz's past. The boy's mother was a young, pretty thing, with dark hair and blue eyes, and one day, she found she was pregnant with a young boy. Our very own Tyrannus."

"Can you call him Baz? That's what Simon calls him, and I think it would be best if we stuck with one name." Interjected Amy.

"Alright. Anyway, once the baby was born in Telrain, she didn't know what to do. And that's when I found him, several days later, he was dying. She had left him outside her doorstep for me, after sending me a letter with her news begging for help. I didn't turn him just then, in fact I only turned him just before he met you Simon, because that was when he decided he was ready. Of course, as you know after that she met the mage, and then she had you Simon."

"I refuse to believe we share our mother." Sounded a voice behind Simon. He whirled around and gasped. Baz was on his feet, leaning heavily against the doorframe.

"Baz! You have to get off your feet you're not stable yet!" He objected. Baz looked at him with open begging and desperation.

"There isn't time Snow. My people need me. I have them to think of." Once that was said a group of adolescents stood up next to Simon to object, Petra one of the strongest against.

"Guys you know as well as I do that there's barely enough magick in the wards to keep them up. Even after we've re-established them they're only going to get weaker."

"But Baz-" Objected Petra.

"No Petra! I have to help you or you'll die!" He said forcefully. Glaring at her so she had to try not to shrink down under his gaze.

"And if you do you'll die." Whispered a small kid. Everyone turned to look at him.

"You have to go with Simon and find your father to reverse the poison. Petra, Chen, the others, and I can keep things alive until you get back." He reassured Baz. Simon could only watch as Baz relaxed with pure astonishment. Who was this kid who spoke like he was Baz's best friend? Like the little brother you couldn't help but listen to.

"Thank you Bean." Said Baz, and disappeared into the infirmary, presumably to pack stuff for their trip. Crowley only knew where the humdrum actually lived.

"Keep an eye on him. Be on your guard. And whatever you do, don't trust everything you hear. Or it'll destroy you." A voice behind him warned, but when Simon turned back, it was gone.

Damn vampires and everything they stood for. Who was this Bean kid? He seemed to be as smart as Baz. And maybe- did he dare say it?- even smarter.

A/N: So this is a set up for either part of this story or a spin off. They'll be a shout-out for anyone who notices what I did with Baz's friends!