"Baz?" Called Simon, stepping into the entryway of their house. Simon hung his coat and poked his head into Baz's study. He sat in a large chair, reading a book. In the dark.
"Baz" said Simon again. He looked up, startled.
"Christ Snow, knock first" he said, magically turning on his light. Simon's rules: no fire in the house.
"The door was open, and I had already called your name" said Simon, walking forward and giving Baz a quick kiss.
"Knock anyways, and I was reading" retaliated Baz, returning his kiss. "You know I'm practically unresponsive when I'm reading"
Simon nodded, knowing well that Baz very much enjoyed his books. Simon pulled the desk chair over next to Baz, reading over his shoulder.
"Jekyll and Hyde?" He asked, bending his back to read the cover. Baz nodded and snapped it shut. The two sat in silence.
"Snow, ehrm, Simon, are we really doing this?" He asked, staring at Simon. His usually piercing gray eyes looked dull, tired, and hesitant.
"Doing what?" Asked Simon, staring at the book cover. Baz huffed in annoyance.
"Are we honestly going to go back into the heat of the battle?"
"Do we have a choice?" Simon laughed darkly. Baz looked at him seriously.
"Yes. This isn't our battle. We can sit this out and-"
"And let Agatha die?"
"She left you for dead. When you were fighting the mage and the Humdrum, know what she did? She ran. She left you, alone with the both of them. She didn't even look back" Baz hissed through clenched teeth. Simon shook his head.
"Simon" said Baz, taking both of his hands in his own. "Do you realize that, back at Watford, every night you didn't come back to our room, I would sit up for hours, thinking about how you might be dead. And now I thought we could be happy. We were living a happy, normal life where I didn't have to worry about you dying. And know we're being thrust back into it, into another battle, where you might die!" Said Baz, standing suddenly. He took a few deep breaths and turned back.
"If anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself" he said softly. Simon nodded, eyebrows furrowed.
"I know. And I don't want to go back. I want to be able to live with you, happily, peacefully! But I also can't just sit by and watch my friend get murdered" said Simon, standing. He walked over and hugged Baz, talking into his ear. "I know you don't like this. I don't either. And you don't have to join in" he said. Baz laughed.
"Really? You think I'd leave poor defenseless you by yourself?"
Simon nodded sarcastically. Baz chuckled.
"I'll never leave you alone" he whispered, pulling Simon into a kiss.
The next morning Simon woke up and stood, stretching. He wandered out to their kitchen to get coffee before looking for Baz. He was, once again, sitting in his study. He was at his desk, glaring at a pad of paper. Simon knocked lightly on the door. Baz looked up and smiled.
"Morning" he said, looking back down at his paper. His gaze flicked back and forth from his computer to his notes, focusing hard. Simon rolled his eyes and kissed Baz's head, kneeling to see what he was doing.
"What're you doing?" He asked, not understanding any of Baz's slanted writing. Baz laughed ant sat back, rubbing his eyes.
"Well, we need a game plan, don't we?" He explained, gesturing to his notes. Simon, being half asleep, still didn't understand. He gave Baz a blank look. Baz, instead of answering, grabbed Simon's coffee and took a few long sips before Simon grabbed it back.
"Hey! Geez, you could've just asked" he said, stirring his coffee with a small spoon.
"Simon, love, there are many things I could've done. That was just the fastest and most convenient"
Simon rolled his eyes again.
"Anyways, what is all of this?" He asked, drinking his coffee protectively.
"Well, Nicodemus is back in the game. He's powerful and pissed, and those two don't go well together. Because you insist at us not just giving him Agatha on a silver plate," Simon glared at him. "We need a plan to stop him. Agatha was foolish and paid for a plane ticket with her credit card. That means that Nicodemus could easily track it. That means that he knows that she's here, with us. So, I guess our argument last night was pointless. We're getting sucked into this whether we like it or not" explained Baz, dropping his pencil. Simon stared blankly. Again.
"How did you know she paid width a credit card?" He asked. Baz face palmed.
"It's really not hard to track credit cards, especially if you know where you're looking. I just, well, I hacked the airline" said Baz, glancing at Simon.
"You what?" He asked sharply.
"I hacked the airline"
"With your $200 laptop? You hacked a freaken airline with this thing?" He asked in bewilderment, gesturing at the old laptop, with its faded keys.
"Hey! This laptop has served me well over the years! It's what I used that one time to change all of your grades to F's"
"I knew that was you!"
Baz cackled. Simon joined him.
Here's a quick short chapter. I hope that you're all enjoying this story! I might be posting a one-shot SnowBaz fluff-fic soon. Just a question, how are you guys liking this? Please give me some feedback so I know what to do. Go ahead and PM or review or comment or whatever it is. Thanks so much for reading though!
