Carry On SnowBaz

Snowday (13)

Penelope

"Wow, isn't that awesome?" Simon mutters in a very Baz-ish way as he gets out of the car. "An old, abandoned pier." He wrinkles his nose and wraps his arms around his torso because he's already freezing again. "Do we go midnight swimming? Or fishing? Oh, I'm sorry, but I forgot my fishing rod. Maybe we rather should head home."

I want to throw a snowball right into his face because he can't stop complaining for one bleeding minute, but instead, I play nice and speak a "You're getting warmer!" at him, which I hope will make him less grumpy.

Simon mumbles something which could be a thank you before he walks to the head of the floating walkway. And because Baz isn't any great help anymore either and is now mocking Simon by acting like he wants to push him into the water, I'm the only one who tries to organize this whole thing here. I take my backpack from the backseat, then I search for the piece of paper where I wrote down the spell I need. But then, suddenly, I hear Simon scream and a loud splash. I turn around and try to make out what happened but its too dark. So, I shoulder my bag and run down the pier.

The following scene shouldn't surprise me, I've witnessed a lot, but seriously... You can't let them alone for one fucking minute.

Baz is kneeling at the edge of the walkway and shouts out one apology after the next while Simon is floating in the dark water. (It's January. Something around  - 3 degrees.)

"Shit, Simon. I...I really didn't mean to", Baz stutters and reaches with his hands for him. "I'm so sorry! I ... I shouldn't have..."

All I can see of Simon is his head which is floating two metres away from the pier. He's completely silent and doesn't even try to get out or starts panicking. I can't see his facial expressions because it's too dark but I'm pretty sure that this gave him the rest. And Baz seems to be aware of it too, because he looks so sorrowful and guilty that I almost forget his lack of maturity which led to this disaster in the first place.

"You didn't throw him into the water..." I say and state herby the obvious.

"I didn't...I would never... I was just teasing", Baz mumbles, with one hand tearing his hair, with the other still reaching for Simon.

"Are you okay, Simon?" I crouch next to Baz and let my ring glow so I can see his face. "You have to get out of the water. You'll get sick."

But Simon doesn't even react. He just swims to us and grabs for Baz's hand. His arm is shaking like mad and Baz wants to pull him out of the water, but Simon surprises him by pulling at his wrist and makes him tumble. Baz doesn't even give a yelp as he splashes into the cold.

"Merlin!" I scream and jump back as quickly as I can - afraid to get pulled into the water, too.

As Baz's head pops up again and he gasps for air, shivering because of the icy water, Simon grabs for his shoulders. "Of course, you would!" he shouts at him. "You pushed me down these bloody stairs, so of course you would throw me into this fucking river. You can't fool me, Baz!"

For a moment I think he starts crying because his face is twitching but then he bursts out into laughter. Baz seems as surprised as me and holds on to his arms to keep him from drowning.

"Merlin, you are so ..." Simon keeps laughing and drifts closer to Baz. Then (to mine and Baz's surprise) he tries kissing him but apparently, that's not so easy when you're floating in water and are nearly frozen to icicles.

"Okay, darling," Baz says and tries to shove him back, directing him to the pier. "We really should get you out of here."

"I've never been so cold," Simon laughs (or cries) while Baz leads him back to the walkway. "God, this day couldn't get any worse."

I reach for his arm as he is close enough and pull him onto the wood. He collapses next to me - laying on his back, still giggling and whining at once. Baz crawls out of the water too and falls down next to him. Now he starts laughing, too. They are both dripping like wet dogs and around them emerges a huge puddle which moistens my boots.

"Crowley, it's so fucking cold. I'm not sure if all my limbs are still alive."

"You deserved it," Simon says and coughs out some water.

"I deserved it," Baz agrees nodding while he fumbles at his jacket. "Shit, I think I lost my wand in there..."

"You two are such idiots," I say, still not believing what I just saw. "I don't know why I deserved to deal with this."

This makes them just giggle again which ends in desperate coughing.

"I'm seriously considering if I don't spell you dry, so you both will get sick and learn from your incredible thickness. I mean, seriously...throwing each other into the Thames in the middle of winter?! What's wrong with you?"

"I can't get sick and you won't give Simon a reason to skip the first days of Uni, so let's just get over it." Baz lifts himself up and helps Simon on his knees, too. Their hair is dripping and their fingers are so stiff that it almost hurts to see what effort it costs Baz to take Simon's hand and kiss his frozen knuckles.

"I'm sorry," he says again.

"I forgive you. I got my revenge." Simon's lips are trembling and his hand is shaking in Baz's (or Baz's is shaking in his) and just the sight of them is giving me chills, so my pity wins and I speak a quick "Dry off!" at both of them.

"Promise me that you'll never do something like this again," I say as I help them back on their feet.

"Promise," Baz replies while he rearranges his coat and hair. "But only when you speak my wand out of the water. And when you give up this shitty evidence-photo."

"Deal."