Time Tugged

Baz drew himself up, shoulder stiff. “Give me back my wand.”Almost confused by the demand not-Baz, older Baz, looked down at the wand he was still spinning lightly in his fingers. Lifting it to his eyes he examined it carefully. “Would it make me more suspicious of I said I don’t want to return it until I know you won’t use it against me?”“Yes,” Baz said instantly.“I have my wand!” Simon sputtered, color rising to his cheeks.The smile Baz gaze him was again, not condescending but at the same time told a story of his lack of fear from the statement. “Simon,” he said gently.The color rose higher in Simon’s cheeks. He didn’t like how this older, surer, p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶i̶e̶r̶, Baz made him feel.OrAfter a fight, Simon has pulled a future Baz to their dorm room. They have to send him back before the flow of time is ruined.