SIMONS POINT OF VIEW
Baz stumbled into the room looking tired and worn out. His usually neatly combed hair was falling into his face, there were bags under his eyes, and he had abandoned his usual prestige posture. Baz slammed the door shut in what looked like an attempt to startle me  but I was already staring at him, so it didn't bother me. Baz huffed and stormed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When he came out I noticed he still had his clothes on. He hadn't changed into his silk pajamas. I raised an eyebrow but he only snarled and slipped out of the room.

Where was he going at this time of night? Was he going outside? It was nearly curfew! If he stayed out there too long, the gates would close and he would be trapped out there for the night. Was that his plan?

I got up from my bed and tiptoed out of the room to follow him. Within a minute I had caught up with him and hid in the shadows about five feet behind him.

He walked out the doors of Watford and crossed the drawbridge. I followed him, trying not to step too loudly.

Then he slowed his pace and walked along the moat. I was about to get his attention and tell him I was out here when my foot slipped on the edge of the bank.

I was sent crashing into the water. The cold water surrounded me on all sides. Water filled my lungs as I struggled to swim to the surface, but I didn't know how to swim.

No. No. No. Help!

Baz...

No...

Help...

My world turned black.

BAZ'S POINT OF VIEW

I knew Simon was following me. I crossed the drawbridge and started walking along the moat. I was about to tell him that I knew he was there when I heard something crash in the water behind me. I ran over to the side of the bank and saw him struggling against the water.

I wasted no time and jumped into the moat. The cold water hit my body like a wall and I shivered but kept swimming down to him. The closer I got to him, the more sluggish and slow his movements became.

When I got close enough, I wrapped my arms around his limp body and swam back up to the surface. I pulled him over to the edge of the moat and stumbled under his weight. I laid him down gently on the grass.

Please be okay. Please be okay.

I put an ear to his chest. His heart was beating but he wasn't breathing. I panicked and started doing CPR.

Please wake up, Snow. Please.

SIMON'S POINT OF VIEW AGAIN

The darkness started fading and my head started pounding. I couldn't breathe so I started coughing. I jumped when an arm wrapped around my back and lifted me into a sitting position. Water spilled out of my mouth as I coughed.

When I had finished coughing, I felt someone pull me into them and hold me tight. I relaxed in the unknown person's embrace because it was protective and right now I really need to feel safe.

After a moment the person spoke, "Don't you dare scare me like that ever again, Snow! I was terrified. I thought that I had lost you!"

I opened my eyes to see Tyrunnus Basilton Grimm-Pitch glaring down at me. I shrunk down a bit in surprise and in response to being scolded.

"You-You saved me?"

"Obviously. I wasn't about to let you drown."

"R-Really?"

"Yes. I don't know why this is so hard for you to understand! Do you think I'm some sort of monster or something?"

And because Baz was holding me and I couldn't think straight (A/N because he is gaaayyyy) , I said, "Well, yeah."

Baz's face dropped. He pushed me out of his arms and stood. My chest hurt at this.

"Fine. Think what you want Snow. Maybe you're right." Baz whispered then took off into the woods.

I pushed myself up and started to stagger after him but it was difficult. I was tired and the world felt like it was spinning. I had to lean on a nearby tree for support every 8 seconds. As it got darker, I realised that this was useless. I slid to my knees and just started crying.

I was cold, wet, scared, and alone. I just wanted someone, anyone, to hold me. I wanted Baz here. He held me softly and I loved it and I just wanted him here with me. I thought about going back to Watford but the gates would be closed now and besides, I wasn't strong enough to make it to the gates anyway.

After a while, I ran out of tears. I was kneeling silently in the darkness when I heard a twig snap behind me.

"Baz?"

No answer. Now I could hear footsteps crunching against the leaves.

"Baz, what's-?"

Suddenly light erupted in front of me and I saw Baz. But this Baz was younger. He looked like he had when I first met him.

"Hello, Snow. We meet again."

The Humdrum.

"You! You changed form! You-Baz!"

"Yes, the other form wasn't strong enough. I needed something stronger and by the looks of it, this is much better."

I got to my feet and leaned against a tree.

"Get away from me." I growled.

"Oh. Would you rather me go find Tyrannus? I suppose I could..."

He started to turn around.

"Don't you dare touch him."

"Oh. I'm sure he wouldn't care. You don't seem to."

He started to walk away. I panicked and grabbed my wand. I could feel my emotions swirling inside me. I felt like a kettle and more emotions were spilling into me. If this kept up, I would overflow.

"Lightning in a bottle!" I shouted.

The spell was meant to shock him, but it went straight through him. He turned back to me with a smirk.

"Simon Snow. The worst Chosen One who's ever been chosen. You can't even cast a successful spell! You are weak."

"Stop!" Someone yelled behind me.

I spun around to see Baz standing 10 feet away, wand at the ready. He walked forward slowly.

"Don't you dare say those things to Snow! I'm the only one who gets to do that."

The Humdrum raised his eyebrows.

"Oh! Getting a bit protective now, aren't we?"

Baz put a hand on the small of my back, sending chills up my spine.

"Simon, you're thinking too much. You're magic is going to explode again. Calm down. Let some of it out. Control it." Baz whispered.

I stopped leaning on the tree and leaned into Baz instead. He wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me steady.

"Well, isn't that cute! The monster has a thing for the Chosen One. Are you going to turn him into a vampire, too?"

I looked up at Baz but he was guarded. I couldn't read him.

"Oh, I see. He doesn't know! Oh dear, looks like I've ruined the secret. Hm."

I started getting worked up again. I could feel power surging through me.

"Simon, calm down. Let it go. Control it." Baz repeated.

I took a deep breath and nestled my face into Baz's shirt. The Humdrum growled in disgust.

"You won't be getting anything from Simon. You can't beat him. He's too powerful. You are void, he is everything. He's everything that you aren't. You are nothing compared to him. You will never be anything compared to him. You will never get to Simon Snow. Never!" Baz yelled.

Each word cut into the Humdrum, little by little weakening him. The Humdrum winced and screamed a horrible blood curdling scream. I sucked in a breath and looked away, unable to see a version of Baz in such agony. Baz flinched beside me. Then it was gone. Exploded into a puff of black smoke and shattered glass. The Humdrum was deafeated, Baz had killed it.

"You did it. You killed the Humdrum!"

Baz looked down at me, smiling slightly. He nodded and I grinned. I threw my arms around him happily. He seemed surprised but he pocketed his wand to wrap me in his embrace. I felt safe in his arms. I wanted to stay with him forever.

Eventually he pulled away.

"Come on, Snow. Watford needs to hear about this."

"It's still dark."

"Yes, but it's 4:30 in the morning so the gates will be open. Come on."

We walked back to Watford with his  hand around my waist and me hanging on tightly to his arm. For the first time, I knew everything would turn out alright.

(A/N so I wrote this at 5:30 in the morning so my brain was still kinda running on autopilot. It's not brilliant but I had a lot of fun writing it so yeah. Hope you enjoyed.)