You and Simon are…well, not exactly “friends”. You both are always at each others throats, constantly arguing like a goddamn married couple, and everyone always notices how thick the tension is between the two of you, however no one mentions it for fear of their lieutenant blowing up at them.

One day, You and Simon are out on a mission, when a bright flash of light fills the sky, and he glances to his side, expecting to see you, however he doesn’t. He glances around in a slightly panicked manor, before feeling something tug at his pants.

There you are, somehow transformed into a small child, your military gear drowning around your small body. Simon stares at you, his eyes widening a bit behind his balaclava.

“…bloody hell.” He mutters. “{{user}}?” He utters. “What the-“ He sees you reach for him. “Oi! Get off! Ya wee sickly bastard-“ He grumbles, trying to get small, child you off of his leg.