After a few more minutes of walking, Simon and Penny came across one last door. This one, instead of being old and rotten and made of wood like the others, was metal and had a light sheen to it. Simon sucked in a breath.

"Are you ready?" he asked without looking back. He just saw Penny nod in the corner of his vision before he reached out with a shaking hand and opened it. Instantly, a wave of chilled air hit them, making their hair stand on end. A girlish chuckle came from inside.

"Well well well, looks like we have guests. Took you long enough" she practically hissed.

Simon took a bold step into the room, sword held forward. His eyes darted about, unable to see anything from the dim light.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..." he heard Penny singing behind him. With a small whistling sound, a small spark flew from Penny's finger tip, soaring into the room before stopping, diminishing, and blowing up large enough to illuminate everything. It was roughly the size of a basket ball. Simon was finally able to look around and gasped, almost dropping his sword. His eyes went wide. Baz was chained against the wall. He was sagging downwards, arms being held high above his head by shackles. He looked dead, for lack of a better word. His eyes were half lidded, purple bags underneath them. His mouth hung open, a small trickle of blood falling from its corner. The only sign of life was the shallow, uneven swelling of his chest. Speaking of his chest...

His shirt had been torn open, and was now barely hanging together. It was now stained with brown, dried blood. He had the now familiar cult symbol carved into his chest. It was still dripping blood, the skin around it puffy and red. A multitude of other symbols that made no sense to Simon were cut into the surrounding skin. The girl who had been sitting in the center of the room stood, smiling evilly.

"Baz, looks like we have guests! So horribly rude of you to ignore them!"

Baz's entire body flinched at the sound of her voice, as though the sounds themselves had struck him. Baz weakly lifted his head, staring at the door.

"S-Simon..." he whispered. A cracking sound was heard and Baz's body jolted back, a red hand print across his cheek. Morgana was still standing in the center of the room, hand outstretched, as though she had smacked him. She was glaring daggers at Baz.

"I never said you could talk" she hissed, anger bubbling through her words. Simon went pale. He wasn't sure what to do, or even if he could do anything. Seeing Baz so weak. So defeated. So...broken. If they could do that to Baz, then what could he do? Baz was 10 times stronger than him. Penny, as if sensing his thoughts, placed a hand on his shoulder.

"He needs you. You're the only one who can stop her" she whispered to him. Morgana whipped her head around, smiling as though nothing had happened.

"I'm so very sorry for that. Now please, enjoy the show" she raised both of her arms to be perpendicular to her sides and bowed. As if on cue, at least twenty of the zombies came out from whatever shadows were left in the room. Penny and Simon both jumped back, Simon holding his sword up.

"Cover me?" Simon asked, using the same question he had used so many times before while fighting along side Penny.

"Of course"

Simon grinned slightly, charging past the zombies, striking them down when necessary. He ran at Morgana, blade held high. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a long, slim blade. She jumped back just in time to avoid the first swing. The second one came quicker, and she was forced to use her weapon to block the attack. Simon seemed taken aback that the tiny dagger could've so easily stopped the Sword of Mages. He saw her flash a grin just before throwing him off, sending him rolling back. She turned and ran backwards, going deeper into the room. Simon followed, trying desperately to land a hit. While Simon and Morgana were fighting, Penny withdrew a tiny fabric sack and emptied its contents around herself. As the zombies tried to touch her, a shield glowed pink around her. As they climbed over each other, banging angrily against the shied, Penny just stood on the other side, staring at them sadly.

"You poor souls. You were never allowed to fully reach peace. Instead, you became trapped. Trapped in your own decaying bodies by that monster" she said, voice thin. Finally she sighed, raising her hand to the shield.

"I release you"

With purple-ish pings of magic that flew from the gem in her ring to the zombies, their bodies would lock, a small light rising out and up, disappearing. The zombie would fall to the ground, finally and truly dead. It took Penny a while for each of the lights to find the right zombie, only going one at a time. Finally, after the wall of zombies in front of her had finally been reduced to ash, she let down her shield. She had only had enough powder for one, and knew she would be needing it. She carefully glanced around, making sure there were no more. Morgana was completely focused on her battle with Simon. Perfect. Their plan would work. She sprinted to Baz, raising her hand to the chains. After a few moments of muttering, they both broke and Baz fell forward with a slight 'oof'. Morgana, with a sudden burst of strength, threw Simon away once again, turning to them quickly.

"Oh no you don't" she hissed. Electric purple beams shot out of her hand. They arced at Penny, hitting her squarely in the back. She screamed, dropping Baz and falling to her knees, before lying still on the floor. Simon charged her from behind, sword raised high. He swung it down, hard. He could feel every cell in his body burning with energy, powering him. He was so pumped with adrenaline he couldn't feel the cuts that littered his body, oozing blood. The blade swung down and hit... nothing.

"Yoo hoo!" came a voice from Simons left. He groaned and turned left, raising his blade, and getting prepared for yet another attack. Instead of the traditional attack that he had gotten used to, his eyes widened as what appeared to be a small tornado coming after him. He steeled himself at its approach, leaning slightly forward and raising his blade higher. The tornado went through him, stopping so that he was at its center. Simon gasped instantly. It was hard to breathe, and he fell to his knees, panting. He felt a couple of new cuts appear on his body. He wasn't sure what caused them. If it had been something that had gotten caught in the wind, Morgana on the outside causing them, or if the wind itself was so forceful it was tearing his skin. Simons eyes bulged, his gasping becoming more desperate. Black spots appeared in his vision. Just as he was sure he was going to die, he felt a spark. Something inside of him, forcing him on. He closed his eyes and focused. A memory of him and Baz. They were sitting on the floor of their old dorm at Watford. They were lying down on their backs, holding hands. Simon had his other hand resting across his stomach. Baz was tracing the wood grain on the floor. It was raining, even though spring break had just ended. Baz closed his eyes, listening to the rain pounding on the ceiling and to Simon's heartbeat. He inhaled deeply, smiling at Simon's sweet smell. Always a little like cinnamon and magic. He squeezed Simon's hand. He jumped slightly when he felt Simon give him a kiss on the forehead. His eyes shot open and he looked into Simons blue ones. His eyes were practically twinkling.

"Simon Snow, what are you thinking?" asked Baz groggily. Simon grinned like the idiot he was and gave Baz a light kiss on his cheek.

"About you" A peck on the nose. "About this" A small kiss to his chin. "About you" a trail of kisses down his neck. Baz smiled and lifted his hand to brush slowly over Simons bronze curls. For a while the two just stayed like that, staring at each other, the fire in Baz's stomach growing hotter and brighter. When it felt like it was going to consume him, he moved his hand gracefully down to the back of Simon's neck and pulled him down into a long kiss. When they split they were both panting for air. That stupid grin spread across Simons face again and it was so wide and sincere that, oh what the hell, Baz smiled back.

Simons eyes shot open and he forced himself to his feet, standing shakily. He lifted the sword high above his head and swung down with every bit of his strength. Whatever magic that was inside the sword blocked the magic of the wind, and it spun itself out in a moment. Simon gasped, leaning heavily on his blade. Morgana was staring at him with a mix of fury and confusion.

"How did you do that?" she hissed. "That was magic. You can't just cut through magic!" she was seething. Simon grinned. He held up his sword.

"Magic blade, bitch" Simon glared. He didn't normally curse, but now he was pissed. He was surprised he wasn't going off. She took a step back and cursed.

Simon took a step forward. He was still catching his breath, but his pants were less desperate. He raised his blade, still trembling slightly on his legs. He suddenly felt the weight of all of the blood he'd lost. His head was pounding, feeling like someone had stabbed him in the forehead. He felt himself fall to his knees once again, the black spots in his vision returning. Morgana lost her angry expression, instead smirking. She slowly stepped forward, whipping out another blade. It was long, sharp, deadly. She stopped just in front of him. Simon looked up, glaring. He growled at her, a feral fear in his wide eyes. She giggled, reaching out and pulling on the top of his head, pulling it back and revealing his long neck. She pressed the tip of the blade to his neck, grin growing.

"You have no clue how long I've been waiting for thi-is!" she suddenly stuttered, low, dangerous purr turning choppy and wheezy. Simon's eyes widened as Morgana looked down, blood dripping from the wound in her chest. She coughed a few more times, knife dropping from her grasp and clattering on the ground. Slowly, she shook and fell to her side, going still. Standing behind her was Baz. His gaze was unfocused. In his hand was one of the other knives Morgana had dropped during their fight. Baz smiled ever so slightly before falling forward. He and Simon collapsed onto the floor together, the both of them too exhausted to do or say anything other than just holding each other, a few tears falling out of their swollen eyes. Just like that, the world faded to darkness around the two.

Simon woke up a few hours later to Penny shaking him. He turned his head away, tightening his hold on Baz. He felt so contempt to just lie there. But Penny continued shaking him. Finally, with a groan, Simon opened his eyes. Penny looked pale, but relieved. She had a small bruise on her forehead, but seemed okay. Simon smiled at her, wanting to cry out of relief. It was done. They were all alive. He felt Baz twitch in his grasp and looked down at the messy head of black hair. He smiled and leaned down, kissing the top of it. Baz groaned, slowly unfolding out of the ball he had curled himself in. Simon slowly pulled his arm out from under Baz and stood shakily, nearly falling. He would have if it hadn't have been for Penny. The two embraced tightly.

"I found Agatha" Penny said. Simon blinked for a moment before remembering why they had come in the first place. He opened his mouth to speak, but Penny interrupted him.

"It's okay. She was tied up and drugged behind an invisible door. I was able to find it with a locator spell. It's okay, I carried her up stairs and left her on one of the couches. She just needs a little air. She was unharmed"

Simon let out a sigh of relief, shoulders sagging. Penny placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go home. We should get Baz patched up"

Simon turned back and stared at Baz's ashen skin. Slowly, his eyes opened and as blue met gray, Simon smiled.

A/N: Disclaimer! I do not own the line 'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine'. Credit for that line goes to whoever the author of it is. I'm too lazy to check and I don't want to get sued. So, I'm actually quite proud of this chapter. I'll admit, it's not the best, but it is up there. At least in my opinion. Also, don't worry! This isn't the last chapter. There will be at least one more. Thanks for all of the support! Instead of answering through PM's, I'll just answer the most recent reviews in here.

Snowbazzzzzzz: Thanks so so much! This is so kind and heart warming and wonderful! Also, I noticed you added a few more "Z's" to your name. Lol. So, here's your update! I tried to make this one extra long. I hope you like it!

Guest: (original: Damn you're a good writer. This is really pulling me in please keep writing) Thanks so much! I'm glad you like it, and I'll definitely keep writing after this one!

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Guest: (original: Holy crap Simon didn't find a dead rat
Gosh idk why I'm finding this funny lol pls pls write soon I need to know what happens) Your wish is my commend! Here you are, my friend! Hopefully this will quell your desire for knowledge as to what happens for a little while. And, just so you know, the dead rat was supposed to be a sign that they broke the loop. Hope you like this chapter!

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