*MAJOR CITY OF HEAVENLY FIRE SPOILERS UP AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

just a heads up, this is in no way, shape, or form the sequeal for Everything Has Changed, as I said once before that it probably would not be out until Mid July, but I really wanted to write more sizzy, and since I have been, this is one of the many things I managed to come up with!

(longer Author's Note at the end)

enjoy!

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Isabelle leaned against a tall tree in Central Park, her fingers tapping mindlessly on the screen of her cell phone as she waited for Simon to arrive. Even though Magnus had agreed to help him with training, Isabelle wanted to be a part of it as well, and had invited Simon to the park for a head start. Now, she was wondering whether or not it had been a good idea as images of his 'new mundane self' kept popping into her head. He doesn't even remember me. She thought. He doesn't remember us.

"Isabelle!" Simon's voice interrupted her thinking, and she snapped her head up to see him walking towards her. He looked like himself, but the healthy human glow and the glasses were some things that she would need to get used to. "Hey."

Isabelle unpeeled herself from the tree and shoved her phone into her pocket before allowing a tight smile to catch at her lips. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah." Simon was smiling back, real and genuine; her favorite smile. Crooked, with one side of his mouth pulling up before the other. It made Isabelle's heart contract and eyes water slightly, but she quickly shook it off and gestured for him to follow her.

Once they reached a small clearing with no one around, Isabelle turned around and began to put her hair up into a high ponytail. She felt Simon's eyes on her, and when she finished styling the long locks, he approached her a bit shyly and stuck a hand out to gently touch the ends. "You should keep it down. It's pretty." He said softly.

Isabelle's heart was fluttering in her chest, once again. She almost gave in and was reaching to tug her hair back down, but at the last moment, shook her head and frowned. "No, I don't want it to get in the way."

There seemed to be a flash of disappointment deep in his dark eyes for a moment, but Simon nodded with a sense of understanding and took a few steps back. "So, what are we starting with?"

…

A an hour and a half later, Simon was panting like what they had been doing was the most strenuous thing he had ever been through in his life, and Isabelle was peering at her nails nonchalantly, making sure they weren't cracked or anything.

"You wouldn't happen to have any water, would you?" Simon asked tiredly between large gasps of air. "I feel like all those drills you made me do are meant to knock me out."

Isabelle looked up from her hands and could not suppress the smile the crept onto her lips. He was lying in the grass, cheeks flushed, face shiny with sweat. His glasses were in his hand as he took his free one to wipe at his brow. It reminded her of the days when he was still a vampire, and they would talk about how he could no longer sweat or breathe...or have a beating heart. All of which were things that he had wanted back, but now he had them.

"Isabelle," He squinted his eyes at her, clearly struggling to see without his glasses, but obviously able to tell that she was was checking him out. "Quit staring at me."

She quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. It was not the first time he had asked her to stop staring, but it was the first time since he was back and remembering.

"Are we done here?" Simon put his glasses back on, then stood up and started to brush the grass off of his clothing. "I would really like some coffee to get my energy levels back up so that my mother doesn't ask me why I'm sleeping so early when I get home."

Isabelle sighed, but hopped off of the bench she had been sitting on and held out her hand. "It was nice working with you today."

Simon narrowed his eyes at her, then her outstretched hand, his arms still and unmoving by his sides. "Are you serious?"

Isabelle frowned, deeper this time. Stubborn, as always. She thought to herself. "What? It's a handshake; you shake my hand-"

He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "I don't want to shake your hand."

"Then, don't shake it." Isabelle snapped, hurt mixing up her features as she pulled her hand back.

"No, it's just that I was hoping for something more." Simon confessed, more red filling in his cheeks.

Isabelle did not let up her now sour attitude, even though he seemed to be opening up to her more. "What do you expect me to do? Make out with you?"

Simon laughed, all traces of his uncomfort apparently evaporated into thin air. "Yeah, maybe." He said sarcastically.

Isabelle did not find this funny. She was trying so hard to be serious, to try and bring him back, but he was only joking around, making things harder. It was difficult to not wrap her arms around him and bury herself in his scent, his familiar 'warmth' that made her feel safe and sound. Some things that she used to feel comfortable doing around him now, probably would have sounded or seemed creepy to him because of his lost memories, but she couldn't help it. She wanted him back. Badly.

"We're saying goodbye, Simon, and for now, you can continue your training with Magnus." It pained her to say those words to him, and she knew that he could tell. The stupid smirk slipped right off of his lips and he tried to grab her arm, to stop her from leaving, but she turned anyway, wrenching her arm away for good.

Simon stumbled in front of her, accidentally tripping over his own feet and sending himself sprawling on the grass. Isabelle, having not noticed his poor clumsiness, tripped on his legs and landed right on top of him. "Hey…" He smiled crookedly at her again. "This feels familiar."

A spark of hope began to flicker in Isabelle's stomach and she widened her eyes at him as tears started to blur her vision. "What about this do you remember?" She adjusted herself over him, so that she was in a more comfortable position for both of them.

"I remember feeling uncertain at first, but once you started to kiss me...I got more confident, and you let me come closer. I remember you warming me, even though I didn't get cold, and something coppery in my mouth that instantly made me feel better...something that I always felt I wanted-needed from you." He reached up and tugged at her hair tie so that the long, dark strands hung around them like a soft, velvet curtain. "I remember running my hands through something softer than silk, and always looking into dark, dark eyes, knowing that the owner of those eyes cared a lot about me."

Isabelle almost felt like she could cry with both joy and sadness. Of course he had not remembered everything yet, but this was a good start. Perhaps even a great start. "I still care about you. I always have."

"Yes, and even though I don't completely remember everything, I feel that every time I go near you, I have some sort of aching, like I'm missing something I have grown to love so deeply." He placed a hand on her cheek, wiping away a fallen tear. "The first thing I thought when I saw you yesterday, was how beautiful you are, and how you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. But in my dreams of you, your laughter is what made me feel the most alive, and just being with you."

Isabelle wanted to stop crying-she hated showing raw emotions like this, but suddenly, she realized, it was Simon. This was Simon. Her Simon. The one who told her that he loved her and the one that she loved spending time with. He was someone who had found his way into her heart and settled there. "You know how I said that I might let you try to be that guy again? The hero who earned the ability to kiss me?" She breathed. Her knees were on either side of his hips, and her hands were snaking up to his chest, pausing as she waited for his answer.

Simon nodded, mesmerized by her reaction to his words, which obviously meant quite a lot to her.

"You've been proving yourself, Simon. And even if you don't remember being a hero, or doing those things, you're still Simon, the sarcastic geek I fell in love with in the first place." Isabelle felt his hands move across the small of her back, pressing her closer to his body.

"And you're a heartbreaker, Iz. Someone who may or may not break my heart. But I'm still willing to try and get you fall in love with me all over again."

Isabelle's heart was pounding in her chest as she leaned forward, completely aware of the fact that her hair was somewhat in the way. "Simon…" She whispered, her lips barely a centimeter away from his. "I never fell out of love with you."

He reached up then, to cup her face the way he used to, and bring her lips down on top of his. The moment was ruined by her hair, which got in the way, and had them both spluttering it out of their mouths, Simon laughing lightly.

"I told you, it would get in the way." Izzy mumbled, trying desperately to sweep it out of her face. Simon gently brushed her hand back and moved the soft strands for her, letting his fingertips linger over her smooth cheekbone.

"Nothing will get in the way of us ever again. At least, I won't let anything get between us." Simon said firmly. However, his next words were soft and promising, "I promise."

Isabelle let herself smile and this time it was real, sweet and gentle, lighting up her whole face, making it seem even prettier than before. If that was possible. "I don't usually let guys promise me things, or let myself promise things to guys, but because it's you...I promise too."

Finally, when their lips met for the first time in months, it was full of a passion and love so great, they were both lost in each other for a long moment, as if this kiss was the oxygen that they had both been deprived of for all that time, and they were finally, finally breathing.

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YAYYAYYAYYAYYAY
SIZZY FEELS EVERYWHERE!

So, yeah, this is a oneshot, but if you REALLY want it to not be a oneshot, I will continue it once I get back from camp in July because my other story (Everything Has Changed) is very, very incorrect in terms of the events that happened during City of Heavenly Fire.

*laughs nervously* I'd love to hear what you thought about this! I really, really, enjoyed writing it, mostly because it was what I really wanted for sizzy. For them to be close again, and for Izzy to feel happy again because SIMON IS REMEMBERING.

PLEASE, please leave a review, and I'm sorry if this was disappointing to you, but I will try and take your criticism into consideration for whatever I write next!

THANKS FOR READING!

-H.