Chambers

Nine

Simon

Baz is on the floor, slumped against the wall. He's not white, but the weather's done a number on him. He's soaking wet and his suit has claw marks in it.

"So you told her?"

The redness rushes in my face. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I just needed someone —"

"No. No, I'm not mad." He rubs his face, his wet hair is clumped together in slightly wavy pieces, still dripping. "Did you get everything out?"

I hesitate but shake my head anyway.

"Alright. Come on." He gestures to the space in front of him. He puts out his hand, for me to take I guess.

"Do you want to just sit on the bed?"

Baz peers at the bed. I can just see his eyes. He nods. "Yeah, okay." He tries to pick himself up and I take his hand to help. I think he was surprised by that. Crowley, he's cold. How does it not bother him?

Baz

This is ridiculous. It's been two years. My heart shouldn't be going this fast because Simon fucking Snow is holding my hand. And I'm a mess. I can still feel water dripping off of me. "Hold on," I tell him. I let go of his hand and take out my wand. "Tidy up!" I don't care if we need to save our magick for tomorrow. I don't feel like chafing in this suit. "Okay." I pushed back my hair so I can see.

"Okay." He grabs my hand again.

We sat next to each other on the bed, a notable space between us. "So," I begin. This is so bloody awkward. "Do you want to start?" I wait for him to say something. He doesn't. I give him another second. Still nothing. "Well?"

"Baz," He finally says, "have you been crying?"

Fuck. I look up at him. His eyes, his whole face is tinted pink and red just from what we've put ourselves through tonight. We're bloody terrible, aren't we?

Simon

Baz's back lands on the bed and he scrubs his face with his hand. "I called Fiona."

My blood runs cold for a moment "Is she —"

"The family's on lockdown until the vampires are under control."

I pinch my nose. I can feel the mucus still stuffing it. It has to be obvious that I've cried too. "Right."

"What's that for?"

"What?"

He arches a sharp brow at me. It cuts. "I can be observant too, Simon."

I sigh. I'm exhausted but I've heard you're not supposed to go to bed when you haven't settled an argument, at least not when you're in a relationship. Back at Watford, we slept soundly after arguments if we knew the other was pissed off. But things are different now. So here we go. "Alright, Baz, I'm just going to say it and you can't hate me for it no matter what you think."

"I'm not going to hate you." He put a hand over his eyes.

"You don't even know what it is."

"Well, it's not going to happen."

"I mean —"

"Just say it!"

"I don't want to fight the vampires!"

Silence. He picks himself up again. He's looking right at me and I can't read his expression in the slightest. "What?" It's all that comes out of his mouth.

I can't tell what he's thinking at all, but it comes out anyway. "I just recovered — still recovering — and I pushed my body to a limit it couldn't handle in that desert."

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A/N: This was supposed to end after nine chapters, but I felt like it was too long so I split it up. I should have the final chapter up by tomorrow. Thank you to anyone who's read this far 💛!!

For some reason, Wattpad didn't upload this part but it's saying it's up now. Sorry about that 🙁