Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. These are the sole property of Cassandra Claire. I just enjoy writing about them.
This is my first fanfic. I hope I do not disappoint. Please let me know what you think. I am open to constructive criticism. There are more chapters to come.
Isabelle felt unsteady on her feet. She had never been this nervous in her life – then again, she had never been married before. There was something utterly terrifying about walking down the aisle that made demon hunting seem like child's play.
"Ow!" Isabelle exclaimed. She turned around to face the wrong-doer, "You know Clary, it would be nice if I didn't bleed all over my dress."
"I'm sorry Izzy the pin must have been left over from the alterations." Clary had been trying to button the 40 buttons on the back of her beautiful rune covered, gold dress. Isabelle couldn't be too mad at her, she had, after all, been working day and night for the past 6 months to pull the wedding off.
Traditionally a shadowhunter wedding wouldn't be too complicated to preform, but Simon wanted his family there, and while he was in fact a shadowhunter now, he wanted to live true to the religion that he was raised by. So she and Simon decided to mesh their traditions together.
"I'm sorry Clary, I'm just so nervous," she said as she sat on the bed for fear of completely losing her balance.
Clary sat next to her, "well of course you are nervous. You are allowed to be nervous, after all this is your big day." Clary smirked, "In fact, in the mundane world you would be allowed to pitch fits and yell at people for getting stuff wrong."
"What?" Isabelle giggled.
"Yeah," Clary smiled, glad to see some of the tension leave he shoulders, "they even have a show about it, Bridezillas."
Isabelle stood back up having had some of the feeling ion her legs return, "Well, we better finish getting ready. This day is going to be perfect."
"Dude, calm down. She'll be there, you know she'll be there." Eric was trying everything but physical violence-which at this point seemed like a visible option. Simon was freaking out. Due to a prank played by Jace – a paranoia potion slipped into his coffee – he was having crazy thoughts that his bride to be was going to leave him at the altar.
There was a knock on the door. Luke appeared in the room, "So I hear we have some paranoia going on here?" He was try not to laugh, but didn't hide his smile.
"She's going to leave…she could find someone she likes more, a better shadowhunter. What if she is laughing about leaving me right now?" Simon was unaware of anyone else in the room. Eric and Kirk had been trying their best to calm him down for the 2 hours with no luck.
Eric had known about the shadow world for the last three months, ever since Clary and Simon had to save him from a couple of rough vampires. Kirk had some – no one knew how – found out about everything on his own. Since no Clave rules were broken, they got to be a part of the mash-up wedding. There had even been talk about preparing them to become Nephilim since they had, recently, started helping with demon hunting.
Eric was all on board with this plan. He said, "Why would I not want to be a part of this world? It's not like I'm actually going to be a famous drummer or anything."
"It can get dangerous, and you won't see your family much if at all during training; and you cannot tell anyone about any of this." Simon explained. He liked the thought of having his friend on his side, fighting evil, but he wanted him to go in with complete understanding.
"Dude, I understand. I can tell my parents that I'm out there trying to cut a record deal." Eric smiled, "Do you really think they pay that much attention to me. I'm lucky if my mom asks me if I'm hungry."
They had gone over all the details several times. Simon asked him if he was sure at least 5 times a day. Eric always told him yes, and that there was nothing more he could want.
Eric walked over to Luke and lowered his voice, "He can't go out like this. What are we going to do?"
"Don't fret, I brought back-up." Luke stepped aside and in walk a glitter covered Magnus.
"So I hear Jace was less than kind with his wedding present to Simon." Magnus mocked. His hair was in it's usually spikes with a coat of rainbow glitter. His suit was bright purple and aqua accents. He looked like Magnus.
"What if she has already found someone else?" Simon muttered from the spot on the couch where he had been sitting for the past hour. Eric, with the help of Kirk, had managed to get Simon to put his pants and shirt on, but that was where the paranoia took full effect. "I love her so much…so much, I love her."
"Yep, that is paranoia alright." Magnus chuckled.
Luke ran his fingers through his hair, "Well, is there a way to stop it, or break it?"
"Yeah," Magnus said, "but only Isabelle can do it."
Simon jumped up, "Isabelle. Isabelle is going to leave me!" he shouted.
Everyone gave each other a worried look. Eric spoke first, "so how is Isabelle supposed to fix that?"
There was a banging on the bridal suite door. Carly gave Isabelle a puzzled look before she got up from her kneeled position on the floor. She was making sure there were no wrinkles on the train of the dress. It wasn't a long, dramatic train, but Clary wanted everything to be perfect for Izzy on this day. She had made sure that everything was done properly from both the Jewish side and the Nephilim side of the ceremony. It had taken some convincing of the Clave to allow such a blended crowd mix together.
She remembered when Simon told her he was going to ask Izzy to marry him. He was trying to play cool, but she could always tell when he was nervous. "Simon, is everything okay?
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well, you seem quiet; like you're thinking about something."
Simon shifted in his seat, "I'm just reading. You know, trying to get smart." They had been studying history of Nephillum. Since he ascended the Clave had been fast-pace training him. It helped that he his memory was returning and all his previous knowledge had stuck.
Clary peered at him curiously, "Simon you are smart." She said, "You could learn all this in a heartbeat. The only reason you haven't sped through it is because you don't want to leave me to study by myself." She knew it was true. Simon was always able to grasp facts and dates a lot easier than she. "So spill the beans Simon, what's going on in your head?"
After a split moment of hesitation Simon blurted, "I want to ask Isabelle to marry me!"
Clay felt her jaw drop. She wasn't too surprise though. Izzy and Simon had been practically inseparable since he started remembering how much he loved and cared for her. The long silence must have made Simon think she disapproved. He immediately went into defense mode, "Of course I don't have to. I mean, what made me think she'd say yes anyways. I can just return the ring..."He was interrupted by Clary throwing her arms around his neck hugging him tight. "Wha..I…Clary?"
"Simon just shut up for a moment." Clary smile into his hair.
After a long moment Clary pulled away smiling. "So you approve, or consent?" Simon asked in a sheepish tone that she hadn't heard him sound like since before he became a vampire.
She punched him in the arm, "Of course dummy. You two have been gaga over each other for a while now. Why not make it permanent?"
Simon smile. The tension in his shoulders subsided. Clary could tell his need for her approval was weighing on him. "Thank you Clay. I really love her, but you know how I suck at this. I don't want to do something that everyone would be against."
Clary rolled her eyes, "You dummy. You don't need the approval of anyone but yourself, and well, maybe Izzy." Clary chuckled, "You want to hope she is on board with this." She paused for a moment and smiled, "Look Simon, you two have been together for over a four years now. You have been through ringer and I think that if she was willing to wait out the time until you got your memory back she is truly and completely in love with you and I think she'll say yes."
Of course Simon did a grand gesture with roses and a picnic in the greenhouse, with the ring he'd been holding on to for a month, and Isabelle said yes and immediately called to tell Clary everything.
Clay smiled at her memory. The smile faded as soon as she opened the door and saw a frantic Eric and a mildly amused Magnus. "What's going on?" Clary asked apprehensively. Her eyes darted between Eric's pain look and Magnus' grin. She could sense something was wrong.
"Your ass-tard of a husband is determined to ruin the wedding." Eric blurted.
Magnus stepped in front of Eric. Clary could see that he cut down on his usual amount of glitter so he wouldn't completely upstage the bride on her day. "What Emmitt is trying to say is Jace played a prank on Simon and it has yet to wear off."
"My name is Eric."
"Yeah whatever. Anyways, we need the services of the bride to fix this situation." Magus glanced over at Isabelle who had picked up on what was going on.
"What did Jace do? Why am I needed?" She asked as she started walking towards the door.
"Well, he…"
"He poisoned him, that's what he did," Eric interrupted Magnus. "He's rambling crazy thoughts. He thinks that you are going to leave him at the altar, that you already have another man picked out and that you are laughing at him. He won't listen to reason. We have tried everything but he just keeps going on about how there is now way a hot piece like Isabelle could really want to marry him." Eric was a little out of breath after his rant, but clary understood. Simon was a nervous kind of guy when it came to Izzy, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that she loved him.
Isabelle sighed, "Well," she looked at Magnus, "what do I need to do?" She was fidgeting with her ring, trying with all her might not to run her fingers through her hair which had been pinned in a lovely up do, something she was not used to.
"Magnus gently grabbed her by the wrist and led her down the hall towards the groom's suite, "All you need to do is talk to him. He needs to see that you haven't left and hear it from you that you are not planning on running."
"Well, of course I'm not running. I love him and I want to marry him." Isabelle protested
"You know that, and I know that; in fact I think the entirety of the church knows that, but he's under the influence of a strong potion. His mind is not thinking logically. If he sees you and hears your voice then the effects of the potion can be overridden." Magnus said as he stopped in front of suite 206.
"So I just talk to him?"
"Yes. Let him know you are there and not somewhere else." Magnus smiled
Clary hugged Isabelle, "And don't worry, I'm going to take care of my, what was it you said Eric, ass-tard of a husband for creating this situation." She smiled then turned and headed down the hallway disappearing around the corner.