Simon was always watching, I decided. Present Simon, not Future Simon. I only figured it out because I was watching him. It's amazing what people can get away with when no one can see you. I suppose that's why the whole invisibility thing works out. Nobody ever watches Simon; nobody takes the blind bit of notice. Except me. Now at least. Ever since that night.

I still get the strange feeling of a mix of both heat and chills at the same time whenever I think about it. Or even whenever I look into Simon's eyes. Present Simon's, even. And I can tell that he knows. He's always watching, always seeing. Always seeing the way I was watching him now. He got that little crinkle between his eyebrows, a crinkle that I refused to think of as cute, not when it was on Present Simon. Future Simon, sure, yeah. But Present Simon? No fucking way. He was still all confused and awkward around everybody, and I refuse to believe that I'm starting to like it.

I go to Future Simon's base after doing my community service, as I have done for the past week, and I can't fucking believe how easily that's become my favourite part of the day. The look he gets on his face when the orange door opens and it's me on the other side, I'm becoming addicted to it. It's a hint of a smile mixed with something in his eyes, and I just fucking melt at it. And then the thought runs through my head that this is Simon, time travelling version or not, but I can bring myself to care less and less.

It's freaking me out, how much I'm starting to like Simon. Both of him.

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I wake up the next morning and smile as I stretch. For the first time this week, my fingers hit soft flesh as they crept along the sheets. It was a change, a nice one. Future Simon, before this morning, had always been stood staring at his clocks or sat lifting weights, leaving me to wake up to an empty bed every other morning this week, so to feel him there in bed with me was wonderful. I felt his fingers trailing down my cheek before I even had chance to open my eyes and my smile grew wider. He was always so gentle with me. No matter how confident he was in other matters, like his roof jumping and saving our lives what seems like every day, in bed with me he still had the tendency to become shy every now and again. He was still Simon, no matter what time he was from. And I can't fucking believe how much I liked that he was Simon. My eyes opened to see him hovering slightly above me, one hand on my waist, the other raised and resting in my hair now, gripping it. I smiled up at him, just to see him smile back in that way he does when only the one side of his mouth rose. I used to hate smiles like that, I thought they were half arsed and useless, but now, seeing them on Simon, no matter which Simon I was looking at, I can't help but prefer them. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my lips, pulling back after a couple of seconds and brushing his hand down the side of my face, lightly gripping my jaw and neck.

"Mornin'" I mumbled, and he brushed his lips in a kiss against my next, mumbling a "morning" back to me into the skin there. I breathed out on a sigh, closing my eyes again. I opened them to see him smiling down at me, and I curled a hand around his shoulder to bring all his weight down on me. It was amazing how good it felt, after all this time, to have someone touching me. It was even more amazing how much I enjoyed the touch all the more knowing it was Simon who was touching me. He settled his head back into my neck, kissing the skin there randomly, while the hand that was on my waist ran down my thigh, ending up in a grip just above my knee. I let one of my hands rest on the back of his head, running the tips of my fingers back and forth through the short strands of hair there.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, fighting down a moan at the feel of Simon's lips on my skin, brushing back and forth on the spot that nobody had ever found before.

"Quarter past nine" he replied, and the feel of his warm breath paired with the feel of his lips on my skin set my moan free.

"Shit" I said, and it came out as another moan – Simon's hand tightened around my thigh, and his fingers fluttered against my skin there.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, his lips against my collarbone now, and my reply came out on a gasp.

"I have to – ohh – go and do my community service. I need to shower."

"So do I" he whispered against my skin. "We could save the world and shower together. You know, conserving water and all that shit."

I smiled, arching up against Simon as his hand slipped back up my thigh, coming to rest on my arse. "You don't have to ask me twice" I replied, hooking my ankles around his waist as the hand that was on my face slid underneath me to rest against my back. He rolled under me before sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, and I moaned as I settled on his lap for the briefest of seconds before he stood up, taking me with him. I smiled at the ease he performed the act, a show of strength I didn't even know – and I don't think anyone knew – Present Simon was capable of performing. He walked us to the bathroom in long, calm strides, and I tucked my head into his neck, laying kisses on the skin there.

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I was ten minutes late to the community centre, though I wasn't the only one. I got there just after Simon, who held the door to the changing rooms open once he noticed I was just a few strides behind him. I passed him with a smile, and he looked shocked.

"How come you're late, Simon?" I asked as I collected my suit out of my locker. I turned to look at him when I heard no answer, and saw him staring at me with that wide eyed look he gets when things go out of his normal routine. "Simon?" I repeated, and I saw him swallow visibly.

"I broke my alarm last night. I put my iPod in ready for my alarm and broke the connector. I tried to fix it, but I couldn't so I was later to bed. And I had no alarm to wake me up. Joy Division is the only thing that wakes me up properly. I had to remember to listen when I woke up, and I woke up late, so it took me longer than normal to get ready and get here."

I was shocked. I think that was the most either Simon had ever said to anybody in one go. I even think he was shocked by it himself, by the way he hurriedly finished zipping his jumpsuit, slamming his locker and leaving the room.

It was as we stood outside, waiting for the probation worker to show up that I noticed it wasn't zipped all the way up. I smiled.