Penelope-

The long pale scratch mark continues on the floor until I can't see it because it's covered by some of Simon's crap. I shove his clothes out of the way. The mark makes a circle that goes around both beds. There might be more so I grab all of the stuff on the floor and shove it out the door, into the hall.

Once I move everything away, I'm able to see the marks very clearly. The circle surrounds two letters; HD.

The Humdrum...

Simon-

Yay, what a life being the chosen one. Just the occasional demon attack. I've fought Ice demons before but I'll admit the snowball is new. Baz lights a small fire in his palm, which surprises me given that he is very flammable.

The demon throws the snowball at my feet and it bounces off my toe. Ice spreads all around my feet until I'm cemented to the floor in a sheet of ice. Baz casts a spell I don't know at the demon, but he just slides away. Another snowball reappears in his hand. Baz casts a melting spell on my feet, then he runs towards the demon, casting I set fire to the rain. The demon shrieks in anger and starts to steam a bit but nothing much happens.

I can't feel my feet. The ice is turning into mist but very slowly. BANG! I look up and see Baz on the floor with the remains of a snowball on his shirt.

He swears and picks himself up. His hair is hanging in his face. He stuffs his wand into his belt and summons fire to both palms. His hands ablaze, shooting fireballs at the demon. I'm worried the room will catch fire but the fire always fizzles out.

My feet have almost thawed when I hear Baz cry out in pain.

Baz-

The little devil got behind me somehow. I scream as an icicle goes through my bicep. The little demon laughs at my pain and throws another snowball at me knocking me onto my arm. I grunt and grit my teeth. Blood is seeping onto the floor. Out of the corner I see Snow charge the ice demon. It didn't have a chance. Snow drives his blade straight through him.

Simon-

White hot rage settles over me. I might have even stabbed the thing again if it hadn't dissipated.

Baz is on the floor still, clutching his arm. His eyes are open in shock. I scrunch my eyebrows, confused as to why he's giving me that look.

Baz-

Snow's clear blue eyes got dark just as fast as a clear blue sky when a storm hits. I wasn't surprised he killed the demon. We've both killed them before. I'm shocked by the look on his face when he saw me hit the ground- it was almost protective.

Snow walks over to me, taking his shirt off as he does. I almost die, and not from blood loss.

"Crowley Baz," he grabs my arm and wraps his shirt around it. His shirt, which used to be white is now dark crimson. "This'll have to do for now. Do you have a first aid kit?"

I nod, "Bathroom cabinet." It comes out hoarse and he looks worried.

I realize I'm laying in a puddle of my blood so I stand up and follow him into the bathroom. I can hear muffled swearing as I approach the door. Snow has his head in the medicine cabinet and can't seem to find the kit. I walk up to him and he doesn't notice. I lean over him and using my good arm, point it out over his shoulder.

"There," I say against his neck. He shudders. He places the kit on the counter top and shifts slightly. I haven't moved away, we're still so close.

"Sit." He says.

"What?"

He gestures at the counter halfheartedly and stares at his shoes. I nod and sit on the counter top facing him. His face is beet red, probably from the fatigue of the fight. He won't look me in the eyes. He opens the first aid kit and gets to work. I watch him as he does.

His brow furrows in concentration and he bites his soft pink lips slightly. Every time he touches me electricity courses through my skin. Once he's finished and my bicep is covered in white bandages, he finally looks at me- really looks at me.

His hands are still on my arms and he makes no action to move them. The bathroom is beginning to feel cramped. And hot.

Simon-

I didn't realize we were leaning towards each other until our foreheads touched. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. His eyes are closed. We sit there letting our foreheads touch for a few minutes. How bizarre is this? Resting foreheads after bandaging up my mortal enemy!? Even stranger are the tears pooling down my cheeks.

"Baz," I say and he opens his eyes slowly, tauntingly. He frowns when he sees the tears, "You could've died."

"It's not the first time I've almost died in your presence Snow. I'm sure you remember the dragon, the banshee, the gremlin and lets not forget the Chimera!" I try to growl at him but I just hiccup.

He moves his forehead away and I almost reach out to him. To drag him closer. He's right of course, I've almost seen him die too many times to count. I don't know why today shook me so much.

"Snow," he grabs my chin. "Look at me."

I raise my blue eyes to his grey ones. "I'm okay," His breath ghosts my cheek and electricity shoots through me. "You saved me." His hair has fallen into his face and I push it behind his ear. Then I mentally scold myself for being weird. This whole thing is weird. I shouldn't have agreed to help my enemy, I shouldn't have saved him, I shouldn't have bandaged him up and I certainly shouldn't want to kiss him as bad as I do right now.

Luckily I don't have to make the decision. Baz leans in to me and I close my eyes. His lips brush against my own and I feel alive. I'm hyper aware of everything. His touch, his breath, him... His lips retreat.

And I surprise myself as I chase them. I push my lips into his and smile through the kiss. He's smiling too. Our lips move together and I move my hands up to his ridiculous hair and he moves his arms around my neck.

Baz-

Finally.

A/N: Hey! I would've had this up sooner but it was originally ice and no fire so there you go. No more waiting for them to have finally kissed! Let me know if you liked the chapter by commenting and voting! And I will be posting two Snowbaz oneshots soon!