Simon We’re in the car and Baz hasn’t spoken since he told me to get in.
I’ve no idea where we’re headed—
Baz wouldn’t say.
He’s a bit more fidgety than usual, and
he wouldn’t say why either.
It’s a long drive, curving roads and
There’s a sign and then
we’re driving past a train station
into the countryside
turning onto smaller and smaller roads
until there’s barely gravel.
Baz turns off the car and smiles at me,
nervous and genuine.
C’mon Snow, opening his door, turning off the engine,
and I follow him back into the woods.
Baz I can tell he wants me to talk
that it’s driving him nuts not knowing.
I smirk, glad for darkness, but pull out my wand to light Simon’s path
so he doesn’t trip over a stump or something else blaringly obvious.
Deeper in, and there’s a clearing
not as scorched as it once was but
you can tell.
I can tell.
We haven’t been here in ages
not since that night.
How many years ago?
Baz walks over to a tree, large and scorched,
sitting down next to it.
I cross the clearing and sit next to him,
one knee touching,
his wand giving off a soft glow.
Not sure what else to do, I smile.
And he speaks.
Simon Snow We’ve known each other for thirteen years and I’ve loved you for most of that. I don’t think either of us thought we’d make it this far in life but here we are. We made it. And I want to keep making it with you.
He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small box. (Is this actually happening? To me?)
Simon Snow, will will you marry me?
My head is already nodding before he finishes,
Yes yes yes I throw my arms around him,
awkward only because we’re both sitting and I’m halfway on top of him.
Baz, my Baz.
Baz, I love you.
So damn much. He pulls away to press a kiss to my lips,
slipping the band onto my finger.
And then we sit and
remember when you tried to feed me to the Chimera when you followed me everywhere fifth year the day the Crucible chose the Leavers ball…
Baz At some point we fell asleep,
alone but for the trees,
and it’s past midnight.
My back aches, but
Simon I roll to face him, reaching for one of
and he blinks contentedly at me.
Wanna head back to the flat?
He glances around then nods slowly,
mind still wrapped in the blanket of sleep.
As we walk,
I wrap a hand around his waist to steady.
Simon In the car, it’s quiet
not like before, now we’re just tired.
I’m dozing in and out of sleep,
my fingers twisting the ring, when I’m awake.
What a dream,
my eleven year old self would’ve flipped.
Even back in the main road, there
aren’t many lights.
Not as many as I would’ve liked.
My heavy lids begin to close
before jerking back open.
Baz is tired,
and we probably shouldn’t be out this late.
Headlights in peripheral and
Baz! I grab at his arm, pointing
at the one coming
Baz Baz Baz! Sliding into us
screeching ripping of metal
even as he wrenches the steering wheel to the left
into a sign
the one we passed coming here
time is slow and fast and not enough
I’m sent forward
head slamming into car
as glass rains.
Baz Oh Merlin.
Baz It’s over
no screeching ripping
it’s absolutely still
and I can hardly move.
The car’s not crushed but
glass splinters in skin and
I feel worse than the numpties.
I turn toward him (faster than I should because sharp pain everywhere) and
Tearing off my (useless?) seatbelt
more glass in my palms
I don’t care.
Searching for pulse
but it’s there.
Simonsimonsimon You can’t
Simon “Simon, Simon, my rosebud boy..”
Baz My wand?
And I’m not sure whether to call a Normal or Magickal doctor.
I end up dialing Wellbelove’s.
He answers and
at first I can hardly talk
then everything rushes out.
He has a contact at a Normal hospital who can help.
He’s sending an ambulance
He hangs up and
the first years fall.
I lean over to kiss him.
I don’t know if he can feel it.
Come on, Simon, You can make it You can You
Simon I blink my eyes open, but
can’t move other than that.
I can, but
it hurts too much.
I can make out Baz slouched in a corner
I cough (which hurts. A lot.)
and his eyes snap open.
Baz Simon Simon Simon
I’m up and across the room
by his bed.
How do you feel?
He gives me a look and rasps
Like hell, but worse.
You’re going to be fine.
He doesn’t say anything to that.
Are you hungry? I’ll go see if I can get you something.
What’s my condition? Honestly?
Simon He looks at me, grey eyes full of pity and helplessness
Critical. Nearly all of your major internal organs got banged up.
I nod. Okay.
Baz They said me turning the car helped, we could’ve both died if I hadn’t. But
turning made it worse for Simon.
I can’t imagine
can’t imagine a world I would want to be in without him.
I’m in the cafeteria when an alarm goes off
“Room 341” Simon. I drop the applesauce and
No no no
Simon is wide eyed surrounded by doctors
One addresses me.
You shouldn’t be here.
I hold up my sticker.
Yes I should.
He gives me a tight lipped expression, eyebrows furrowed,
but steps aside.
Don’t get too close.
Rushing rushing rushing
I’m jostled to the corner where
I can do nothing but watch.
I called Penny yesterday, to tell her.
She’s on her way.
I don’t think she’ll make it.
And slowly, everyone stops.
First a couple then
stepping away from my boyfriend
I shake my head, No no, you can’t stop no no no no
There’s a hand on my shoulder.
You might want to say goodbye.
I shake my head again, but
Simon I know what’s happening.
I reach up and pull him down
by his collar, bringing our lips together
TyrannusBasilton Grimm Pitch I mumble
I love you Don’t blame yourself.
I don’t want to let him go.
Baz Simon Snow is going to die kissing me.
His fingers loosen, and
his hand falls back to his chest.
I think he’s gone, but he’s still there, eyes open
he doesn’t look scared.
Simon I’m terrified.
Baz His head falls back and
he gives me a wavering smile.
My tears fall onto his face
Simon, I love you, my hand cupping his cheek.
I don’t think he heard me.
Penny I burst in, out of breath.
Baz is backing away.
I’m too late.
Baz Can you Turn a—
If I’m dead and I don’t have a soul,—
Penny Baz and I are sitting in the lobby,
my arms around him.
He first flinched, then hasn't moved except
for the shaking of his shoulders and
once, a laugh, hard and hurt.
Baz Somehow, Snow and I still led to
the end of each other.
Maybe it was inevitable.
Hi! This is the first fanfiction I've written in years and is about the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (which is amazing and very not-sad and you should totally give it a read)