What We Are (Snowbaz)

Penelope

I finally came back to break the news. Five years ago, Micah asked me if I wanted to visit him in the states. I agreed, figuring that Baz and Simon needed some alone time. A week turned into a month, a month into a year, and soon it was five years later and Micah was down on one knee. It was finally time to come home.

I was excited to see Simon. When I first left, I was so worried about how he would react, if he'd be okay by himself. Baz assured me he would take care of him. That was how it was every time I called. Baz said Simon was fine, that they were fine, that there was nothing to worry about. Eventually, I stopped worrying and enjoyed myself.

Now I stood in front of the door to Simon's flat. Technically it's our flat, but I'm pretty sure it's no longer my home. Who knows? Maybe Baz made himself at home there.

I ring the doorbell and hear it echo throughout the flat. I hold Micah's hand, rubbing my thumb nervously over his knuckles. What if Simon hated me for leaving him?

All my worries melt away as a man with blond hair opens the door, a huge smile on his face. He envelops me in a hug, mumbling a "it's so good to see you" into my hair.

We pull away and I study him, looking at his current condition. He's probably about twenty seven now, and he's defiantly starting to look like he's in his late twenties.

There are bags starting to form under his eyes, no doubt from countless sleepless nights plagued by nightmares. Laugh lines are starting to take shape on his face, although just barely. There's no doubt about it. He's no longer the young boy holding his wand backwards all those years ago. His tail shifts from side to side (he still has that bloody thing?) as he beckons for us to walk inside.

Baz is sitting on the couch, apparently hooked on a TV Show or something. His hair is falling loosely around his face, no longer slicked back. That's probably the only thing different about Baz.

He looks like he hasn't aged a day. He still looks like he could be eighteen tops. There isn't a single wrinkle on his porcelain face, nor are there any bags under his eyes. Nothing that comes naturally with aging has occurred to him. Baz is still eighteen.

Simon seems to notice my face because he looks at me, furrowing his brow. He opens his mouth, as if to say something about it, but thinks better of it and turns to Baz.

"BAZ! Will you stop watching that god forsaken show and say hi to Penny and Micah?" he says. He sounds nothing like the scared and careless boy I imagined him to be. He sounds like a man who has grown out of his childish past. I hope that doesn't last long.

"But Simon! Sherlock--"

"Baz. You have been watching this show all day. Can you give it a break?" Baz rolls his eyes, but turns off the TV. This is so weird. It's like we stepped into an alternate dimension. One where Simon is responsible. The thought makes me shudder.

"Hey Bunce," Baz says casually. I nod back.

"Listen," I say, getting straight to the point. "Micah and I have something to share with you...." All of Simon's adultish behaviour disappears as he looks at me eagerly. Baz rolls his eyes, but there is a smile on his face.

"What is it? Tell us what it is before my boyfriend dies of excitement," Baz says. You'd think that he'd say it sarcastically, but he says it like he really wants to know too. We kinda rehearsed this, so Micah knows exactly what to say now.

"Well, a month ago I had this idea...."

"....and it was the best thing he ever thought...." I continue.

".....Because it will make us both the happiest people in the world...."

"....Because....."

"WE'RE ENGAGED!" We both say in unison. Simon congratulates is with big hugs, doing this awkward thing where he wraps his wings around us. Baz shakes my hand, and then Micah's, and says he hope for the best. Then, I ask a question I've been burning to ask.

"So.... What about you two?" I ask looking at them questioningly. If Micah is surprised that they are a couple, he doesn't show it.

"What about us?" Simon asks. He's standing really close to Baz and his tail starts to wrap around Baz's ankle. It's a little cute.

"God really? Your like, the world's most sappiest couple. Anything new with you?"

"We are not the sappiest couple!" Simon says.

"Well, it's kinda hard to say that, sweetheart, when you got your bloody tail wrapped around my ankle," Baz says. None of it comes out harsh. Baz defiantly likes it when this happens. Simon's tail slithers away.

"Not sappy," he says again. I roll my eyes.

"So nothing new?"

"Simon may know who his parents are," Baz says casually, like it's no big deal. For a moment, I swear some happiness leaves Simon's face.

"No way! How?" I say. I can't believe I missed an adventure like this.

"Well, Simon got back in touch with Agatha and she showed him a picture. She said she bore a close resemblance to Simon and her backstory fit."

"Simon that's amazing! Who where they."

"It was a woman named Lucy Salisbury...."

"Do you know who the man was?" I ask, and immediately regret it when I see Baz shaking his head and mouthing "no". Simon clutches Baz's hand tightly.

"It was the Mage," he says. Of course it was the Mage. We all fall silent. Baz puts his arms around Simon. Simon once again looks like the helpless boy from all those years ago. The thought breaks my heart.

"Well B--Penny, we've hardly heard anything from you. Why don't we go in the kitchen and have some Sour Cherry Scones, yeah?" Baz says. The question is less aimed at me and more aimed on Simon. Baz is trying to keep him safe. Baz is trying to make sure he doesn't loose it. Never before have I been more grateful to my best friends enemy.
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First long fanfic ever! Let's see how this goes. And once again, thanks for reading!
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