A/N: You guys are amazing! Aimee, as you already know this chapter is an apology to you, this chapter is also largely dedicated to the wonderful person who noticed my Ender's game cross over! You're amazing; unfortunately, I don't know your name, Guest, but you're awesome. Also, Basil and Dill, (check out their stories they're great) this chapter's finally up!

Simon POV

Simon hadn't expected the mage and Armand to go with them, and honestly, it was getting annoying. The two men constantly argued, and wouldn't give the couple one moment to themselves. Worst of all though was that Simon had to watch as Baz got worse and worse. The mage always insisted he knew where he was going, but every time they took a wrong turn, Simon could practically feel Baz's life slipping through his fingers. Luckily, the mage insisted there was only one more day of travelling as they settled down that night. It was Baz's first watch, as they all figured the first one one watch would have the least disturbed sleep, but Simon still hated having to sleep while Baz was awake.

With the poison running through his veins, it allowed Baz to sleep which- to Simon's amazement- he looked slightly happy about.

Lying in his bed roll, he could hear the crackling of the fire, and above it, a soft voice,

"Bonne nuit cher tresor,

Ferme tes yeux et dors,

Laisse ta tete s'envoler,

A creux de ton oreiller." Was that Baz? Singing a French lullaby? Simon wondered. But somewhere, hidden deep inside, he felt he knew the next line. He sat up, and sat next to the fire across from Baz.

"Un beau reve passera," He sang next, falling into the melody as if he knew it by heart.

"Et tu l'attraperas," Answered Baz.

"Un beau reve passera," Simon continued

"Et tu le retiendras." Baz finished. They stared at each other.

"How did you know that?" Whispered Simon, trying not to wake their companions.

"I think... That my mother used to sing it to me." Baz answered. Silence fell. Were they really brothers? Neither one of them voiced what they were thinking. Instead Simon just said,

"Get some sleep, I'll take next watch."

Xxx

Armand POV (Weren't expecting that were you?)

The next morning, Armand awoke feeling as if he had run a marathon. His bones ached, but he knew it was just because he had only gotten one hour of sleep between his watch and getting up again. One hour wasn't enough to make you sleepy, but just enough to make you feel tired like you needed rest. He looked across to see that no one but Baz was awake, and so he walked carefully over to the young vampire.

"What's on your mind?" Asked Armand.

"Do you think Bean, Petra and Alai are alright? I can't help thinking it's my duty to stay with them. If anything happened to them I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

"Of course they are, you know Bean. He's a smart kid, incredibly smart, and you know that they're in great hands." Reassured Armand.

"I don't want us to go to war." Baz told him.

"Bean will do whatever's tactical." That was the truth of it.

"I know."

Silence followed. Armand didn't know what to see. He surveyed the camp, and his eyes fell on the mage's heir.

"How is he?" He asked, nodding towards the blond boy. Baz smirked.

"You know what he's like. It's as if he can't comprehend what's going on. He either can't believe it, or he's one step behind."

"He's tired of being one step behind." Blurted Armand.

"What?" Asked Baz, confused.

It was as clear as day to Armand. It must frustrate Simon how slow he was. Things were constantly having to be explained, and he seemed to be forgetting things more and more. He could see how annoyed Snow was by his own brain capacity.

"He's sick of being so slow. You can't tell me you can't see it?" Baz looked at him, as if not truly seeing him, and he could see the younger vampire's world being questioned.

"He's forgetting more, he's not understanding things. It's as if-"

"As if my brain is making space for something else by getting rid of less important data, yeah, I know." Said a voice behind them. Armand jumped as Baz smirked. So that's why he hadn't said anything. He had let Armand put his foot in it instead.

"If everybody is awake now we should get going." Said Baz, the smirk still not leaving his face as he stood up and began walking, Simon walking beside him, leaving Armand to imagine a nice punch that would wipe that smirk off of Baz's face for good.

Simon POV

Simon hadn't expected the home of the mage to be so... well... simple. It was just an old style hut, hidden amongst the trees, yet he still felt scared as they hid many, many feet away, preparing themselves, something the mage had insisted they do.

"Why are we waiting let's go in!" Argued Armand, as Baz and Simon were sitting close together against a tree, Baz leaning heavily on it, his breathing laboured.

"Are you ok?" Asked Simon. Baz nodded, not saying anything to interrupt his breathing.

"We have to wait until Baz has another attack, else I doubt he'll believe us." Said the mage calmly.

"Well you won't have long to wait, now help me get him inside!" Interrupted Simon, before going back to whispering words of comfort to Baz, trying to keep him calm. Quickly the argument ended and the two companions hurriedly picked Baz up.

The leant him against the side of the house, leaving them a few seconds to gather their composure.

"Are you ready?" Asked Simon.

Baz nodded.

"Then so am I."

And they knocked on the door. Three times.

A/N: The translation of the lullaby the couple sing is:

Goodnight dear treasure,

Close your eyes and sleep,

Let your mind soar, In the

Palm of your pillow,

A beautiful dream will happen,

And you will catch,

A beautiful dream will happen,

And you abide within.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Stuff's gonna go down next chapter! As always, read, review, and fangirl! Love you all.

Lauren