SnowBaz Oneshots

Staring at the Stars

*Simon's POV*

"Baz, stop." I beg as he comes closer, a sad smile playing on his lips.

This is it. The final battle. Good versus bad. Simon Snow versus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

I shakily hold my sword up, wanting desperately to drop it instead. 'I can't kill him. I can't kill Baz.' My mind cries.

I don't know why I'm hesitating. For the past seven years we have been at each other's throats, waiting for the day that one of us will go down. But now that that day is here, I can't even think about killing him. I mean, he's Baz. My posh, cunning, scary, rude, rich, vampire, enemy.

But he also my smart, handsome, caring, roommate. He is just a boy, like me. He has a family, siblings, friends. I can't take away his life, just because some stupid prophecy told me to.

Baz steps even close, leaving us only a few feet apart. For a second I think he is going to attack me, but instead of tackling me, he only smiles. A true smile, not the usual smirks he throws at me when we argue. No, this is a genuine smile. 'Beautiful.' My mind states the obvious.

"It's okay, Simon. Go ahead." He says in a whisper. I gasp, hearing my name on his lips for the first time. He is being too gentle. Too sweet. He's asking me to kill him. To end it all. I can't.

"No, Baz. I'm not going to do this!" I yell, throwing my sword down.

Instead of doing what I'd expect and launching himself at me while I have no weapon, or at least thanking me for not killing him, Baz picks up my sword and puts it in my hand, holding onto them to make sure I don't let go.

We are close enough now that the very tip of the blade rests against his stomach. I try to pull away, afraid that a single movement will make the biggest mistake, but Baz won't let me.

He takes another step forward, sinking my blade further into him, causing his white shirt to slowly go red with his blood.

"No! Stop!" I scream, begging him. He can't do this. He can't die. I can't be the one to kill him. I care too much about this absolute wanker.

"It's okay, Simon. It's okay." He whispers, cringing at the pain I know he is feeling. Again, he takes a step closer.

And again, I try to pull away. 'It's not too late.' My mind says. Baz only shakes his head, not backing away from the blade.

"Simon Snow," He starts out, voice fading with every word. Part of me wants to cheer, because I love the way he says my name. But the bigger part of me is still trying to find a way to end whatever is happening and save Baz.

"I love you, Simon. I always have. I always will. Don't blame yourself for this, because knowing you, you will. But please don't, it's just something that has to be done. None of this is your fault. Remember that."

I start to cry, hearing his words. I scream at him, telling him to let me go. To let me save him. I tell him everything I've been holding in for much too long.

"Baz, please, let me fix this. You don't have to die! You can't die! I Love You!" I cry, magic forcing its way into my words. But it proves to be useless.

Suddenly, the world goes still. Baz's eyes dull, and his body slumps forward on my blade. It's as if time paused, for just a moment. However long that moment may be, I don't know. It feels like a lifetime, but it could've been only seconds. I try to call out to him, but I can't even hear my own voice yelling.

I fall to my knees, my sword falling from my hands, and Baz's body falling limp in front of me. He lands face forward, and all I can do is stare at the limp body of my former roommate.

With a start, panic takes over and I scramble to his side in seconds. Rolling him to face me, I see his eyes are shut tight, and his face is paler than usual (which is saying a lot).

I can't feel a pulse. He isn't breathing. Pulling him into my lap, I cradle his body. Trying to give him all the life I have in me.

"Please, Baz, wake up. I can't lose you." I whisper to his lifeless body.

Of course, I get no response. My eyes scan his body, and I realize that the blade is still in his torso. Tears stream down my face and land on his. I reach down and pull the sword out of him. Fresh blood spills from the wound, but Baz doesn't show any sign of pain. Or life at all.

"I'm s-so s-sorry, Darling. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you." I tell my dead love. I lean down and place my lips on his cold, smooth forehead.

I lay with Baz for hours. Hours of tears, sobs, and wishes. Eventually, I realize that I have to move him. It's wrong to keep him here, with me, on the ground just because of my hopeless wishes of him opening his eyes.

I pull my wand from my back pocket. I was never good at any spells, but for some reason, I know exactly what I'm doing now. Maybe because this time it's not for classes or for fun, or not even for me. This is for Baz, the love of my life. I can do anything for him.

"Away With The Stars, My Love." I whisper the spell. I have only ever heard this spell from a children's fairytale, but I hope it works.

Luckily, it does.

Baz's body fills with light. Not a blinding, bright one, but a soft, easy one. I stand and take a step back. I watch as my love's body slowly rises from the ground and turns into a full ball of beautiful light. He continues to rise, higher and higher till he becomes one of the thousands of stars in the sky. But I still know which one is him. Because he is the most beautiful one up there.

I lay back down of the grass, my eyes never leaving Baz's star. I want to lay here and stare at my star till the world ends. Maybe I will, because, to me, it already has. I lost my soulmate today. He died at my hands, my blade. For all I care, the earth could burst into flames and I wouldn't care. I'll just lay here, staring at the stars.