david watford

Too Close to the Sun (18)

This is the final chapter in my AU fic. I’m so sorry that it took this long to write. I’m really happy that so many of you enjoyed it! Warning, there is some violence in this one. Previous chapters are linked here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17

Baz

He should have realized. For so long Baz thought that Nicodemus killed his mother, and all along he had been wrong. He felt bad for all the glares he sent Ebb during the year. It was too bad he would never get the chance to apologize to her.
He sat in Simon’s living room, glaring at a crazed David Snow. Baz had no idea where Simon was, but he was deliriously glad that he wasn’t here. David had a gun out, though Baz wasn’t sure if he would have the guts to use it. Baz didn’t take David to be a man comfortable with a gun.
“So. You killed my mother.”
David raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t seem to be asking me.”
Baz laughed.
“I’m not. Just confirming what I can piece together.”
David paced some more.
“Honestly Basilton I couldn’t believe it when you followed me home. I mean you’re smart, but did you honestly think you could tail a defense lawyer?
Baz shook his head.
“I figured you’d catch on. But I thought you’d lead me to Simon.”
David stiffened.
“Don’t talk about him.”
Baz sighed in frustration.
“Look can you get over the fact that he likes guys? Jesus it’s sad that you’re so obsessed with this.”
David’s face contorted in anger.
“You think I kidnapped you because my son likes kissing you? You’re smart Basilton but you’re not a genius. He left me because of you.”
Baz straightened.
“He wanted to stay! You beat the shit out of him and couldn’t accept us.”
David shook his head jerkily.
“Not that. We could have moved past that. But realizing what I did to Natasha…no he won’t ever forgive me for killing her. And it’s your fault!
Baz glared at him.
“Fuck you. You are entirely responsible on that account.”
David got close.
“Well I’ll be all he has left once you’re gone. He’ll have to come back to me then.”
Baz swallowed uncomfortably as David lifted the gun.

Simon

Simon wanted to avoid going home at all costs. He knew his father would be there and he didn’t want to face him. He still couldn’t believe that his father could be capable of killing Natasha.
Simon walked slowly up the path to his front door. He felt a sense of dread that he didn’t fully understand, like he was walking into chaos.
When he opened the door the first thing he saw was his father’s crazed eyes, eyes that held no recognition. Then he saw the gun. He heard it before he felt it, the crack of the bullet leaving the gun. It sunk into his chest half a second afterword, throwing him back outside his house.

Baz

Someone’s coming into the house Baz thought distantly. He hoped David wouldn’t hurt them. The door swung open and all Baz could see was golden curls. David, in a moment of panic shot at the figure, sending the tall boy backwards.
Baz couldn’t think, all he could feel was the desperate thump of his heart. David was yelling, drowning out the buzz in Baz’s ears.
Suddenly he felt it all come crashing down around him.
Simon. Simon. Simon.

Ebb

She heard a gun shot go off. As if reacting to an alarm the police rushed up the drive, a mess of radios and yelling. Ebb hoped that David didn’t do anything else, that he didn’t bring more pain to the Pitch family.
When she found Natasha’s notebook in the old library on campus, she wondered why Davy would have left it there, where anyone could find it if they thought to look. Then she realized that he must have wanted to get caught, that a part of him, maybe the part of him that had loved Lucy so dearly, had known what he did was atrocious.
She had alerted police when she pieced it all together. When she got to the station she was met with eager officers who told her that Baz and Simon were missing. At first she had been hopeful that they had run off together, but as more information came in, it was clear that they were separated.
Another set of shots when off. When the reports came in it wasn’t Baz’s name she heard over the scanners but Snow. Both Snows had been shot, Simon by his father, and David by the police. One fatality. Ebb felt like she might pass out.

Simon

Simon watched as his father knelt beside him, crying miserably and yelling his name. He wanted to feel anger, but all he could really feel was sadness. He didn’t like seeing his father this destroyed, to realize that he would be part of driving David further into insanity. His father picked him up, which hurt, but Simon didn’t mind it so much.
“My son, I’m…oh god. I don’t know…what have I done?”
Simon coughed.
“Dad. I need you to tell me something.”
David stroked his son’s hair.
“Anything.”
“Why did you do it? Natasha was our friend.”
His father’s torso wracked with a sob.
“She was going to take you away from me. Lucy was gone and you were all I had left. I couldn’t stand the idea of being alone.”
Simon shut his eyes painfully.
“So you love me then?”
David looked genuinely surprised.
“Of course I love you, you’re my whole life. You’re my son.”
Simon swallowed, feeling a bit numb.
“I love you too Dad.”
David shook his head.
“No. You walked away.”
“I walked away because you hurt me, because you did something unforgivable. But I didn’t walk away thinking I’d never come back.”
His father looked strangely hopeful.
“You didn’t?”
Before Simon could answer, police surrounded them. They were yelling at his father to drop his weapon but Simon could see the change in his eyes. He lowered Simon gently.
“Dad…no…”
Simon watched helplessly as David glared at the cops.
“You want to take my son away don’t you?”
The cops didn’t answer him; they only threatened to shoot if he didn’t lower his weapon.
Nobody will ever take my son away from me!
“Dad no!”
His father raised the gun and was immediately shot from several directions. Simon screamed, begging them to stop. He used all of the energy he had left to ask them to stop shooting his dad. As he blacked out, he thought he heard Baz’s voice. That’s nice he thought I get to hear him one last time.

Baz

Baz was shaking uncontrollably in the ambulance. They had refused for him to come, but he made enough of a scene that they finally gave in. Ebb was in the ambulance too, the only known guardian that could help Simon. As for Simon, he was hooked to a million different machines. Baz held Simon’s hand, desperately wishing for a miracle. He had already lost his mother; it seemed too cruel for the universe to take away his golden boy too.
Please Baz sent out the silent prayer to anyone that would listen don’t do this. Let him stay.

Simon

He woke up to a white room. Ebb was sitting in a chair, staring at him worriedly. He became confused when he realized he was in a hospital room. Then the events that had passed in his house washed over Simon and he nearly jumped out of the bed. Ebb jolted forward to restrain him.
“Simon! Honey I need you to lay back.”
Simon searched her face desperately.
“My father?”
Ebb’s eyes filled with tears but Simon hoped it was just an overreaction, not serious tears.
“He was shot several times by the police Simon. After he raised that gun…well he didn’t make it.”
Simon flopped back numbly.
“I suppose he deserved it.”
Ebb shook her head.
“I am so sorry Simon.”
Simon’s chin wobbled.
“Why? He killed Natasha. Almost killed me. He’s a murderer. Was a murderer I mean.”
She held Simon’s hand.
“It doesn’t mean that he didn’t love you.”
Simon looked up miserably, tears spilling down his face.
“Or that you didn’t love him too.”
He felt himself start to sob.
Baz.”
Ebb nodded and left the room. Soon afterwards the door opened. Baz walked in, looking pale despite his bronzed complexion. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair looked ragged.
“You are a complete idiot Simon. I cannot believe you took my goddamn bullet. And without even trying!”
Simon felt confusion temporarily replace his anguish.
“I did?”
` Baz made a strange noise and then he was across the room, kissing Simon. Simon kissed Baz back, crying while he took in Baz’s familiar taste of coffee and cigarettes. This was the man he loved, no matter what happened in his life, no matter how many times he got shot or betrayed, Baz would be his constant. He knew it. Out of all the things Simon was unsure about at the moment, he knew Baz was the one, his chosen one.
“I shouldn’t have left you in the courthouse. I should have waited for you and explained everything. I love you Baz. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Baz shook his head and bumped noses with Simon.
“Don’t apologize for anything. I love you Simon Snow. You’re so stupid, and I don’t even know how to comfort you right now. But fuck you’re everything I need.”
Simon felt his grief simmer down, not leaving him but growing contained. A different emotion, fear, filtered into his system.
“I have nobody. I can’t keep staying at Penny’s forever and I can’t work full time while I’m at school. Obviously I can’t go home…where will I go?”
Baz laughed.
“When we graduate you and I are getting the fuck out of here and getting a cute little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Maybe with goats.”
Simon wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
“And until graduation?”
Baz smiled lightly.
“Ebb likes you too much to let you be homeless.”
Simon felt his body relax. He scooted over to make room for Baz. Slowly he crawled onto the hospital bed, picking at Simon’s wires carefully.
“So I took a bullet for you?”
“Sure did.”
Simon smiled widely, enjoying Baz’s warmth.
“Does that make me a hero?”
Baz laughed, wrapping his arms around Simon.
“It makes you the hero of my story Snow.”