So hi, potential readers! I'm 2angelgoats and I'm an avid reader. I don't read much teen fiction, but I do love TMI. I write a lot of fanfic- check out my short story Adamas- but I won't post much of it, and this is the first piece I plan to continue. Except rather regular updates :) I'll take criticism, hell, I'll take hate, but bear in mind that if you're irrational and rude I won't like you much. Still, I'll accept any opinion, positive, or negative. Hope you enjoy it!

PART 1- TAKE A MAN'S MEMORIES

Take a man's memories and you take all of him-

MARK LAWRENCE, KING OF THORNS

CHAPTER 1- SHADOWHUNTER

Isabelle had a hangover. She'd drunk, and drunk, and drunk last night at the wedding, trying to wash out the horror of Simon not remembering her, and now she had a hangover. She had a hangover, and yet her brothers were still making her be the one to go and collect Simon for his first day of Shadowhunter training. Well, it wouldn't be training as such, but that was the easiest way to describe it without having to think. She was trying not to think about it too much. A whole day spent with a Simon who didn't remember her?

She wished Clary wasn't away with her weirdo parents. Who took their teenage daughter on their honeymoon with them? She liked Jocelyn and Luke, but at the moment she hated them. If Clary was here, she wouldn't have made her go, she thought. She'd have gone herself, wanted to go herself, and to hell with whatever Jace and Alec said. Besides, Clary was braver, and she'd known Simon's mother, so there might have been some kind of subconscious trust. Isabelle wondered whether he'd talked to his mother about it, and how well it had gone. Badly, she thought. She doubted he had though; he'd probably dismissed yesterday's events as a dream- a good one, she hoped.

She'd never hoped a guy liked her before. All guys had always liked her, and Simon was no different. Except she cared this time, and that made her worry that he didn't. She guessed she didn't need to worry anymore- of course Simon didn't like her anymore, let alone love her. Of all the people she could have fallen in love with, she'd chosen an obnoxious, geeky vampire, who was going to forget she existed and become a stupid scrawny mundane again. It wasn't fair.

But he'd dreamt about her. About her, not Clary, or anyone else. The girl with the dark, dark eyes. And she still got along well with him- and best of all, soon, he was going to be a Shadowhunter. That was better than being a vampire, even a Daylighter, although she had to admit that if they got together again, she'd miss the biting. But if he was like her, if he was a Shadowhunter, they could marry, get old together, have kids…

She couldn't get her hope up. There wasn't any point. Even if he did believe last night, he'd probably changed his mind. He wasn't her Simon. He was Clary's Simon, really, the Simon Clary knew before they met the Lightwoods. Only he didn't even recognise Clary anymore. He was just Simon. A normal, mundane Simon.

But that wasn't true. Magnus had given him memories, and even before that, he told her, he'd seen demonic plains stretching out and out, a bow in his hand, and a beautiful girl with dark, dark eyes. Her. And she was coming to collect him for Shadowhunter training, which wasn't very normal at all. He was going to be her Simon again, he'd said he wanted to, said he was remembering new things every moment. He'd love her again soon, and then she could love him, too. She just had to believe it.

Being a Shadowhunter, Izzy was good at reading maps and following instructions, besides, she had a compass rune if she ever got stuck. And now, she was standing at the top of Simon's street. A normal, mundane, street, lined with normal, mundane, trees, and all normal, mundane houses on it. One of them was Simon's. Right now it was- she tapped her time rune, and numbers flared up in her head- eight 'o' clock, and he was probably having breakfast. He wouldn't be in school, Clary'd told her last night. Shadowhunters had pretty random training schedules, but the mundies had time off on Saturdays, apparently, and as it was June, the school holidays would be starting soon- weeks upon weeks of free time! And yet, if the plan worked, he wouldn't have to bother about school ever again. Only Shadowhunting, and his Ascension, and- she hoped- Isabelle.

Taking a deep breath, she began to walk down the long row of houses. She didn't get her usual odd stares; she'd concentrated her Marks on her arms and then covered them with a little black cropped jacket. The few left visible would hardly be noticed, even set off by her star -white skin. She could be any teenage girl walking down a New York street in the morning. Albeit, she told herself with a little smile, a rather uncommonly beautiful one. She'd made herself as gorgeous as possible today, hangover or no, in a tiny white turtleneck top that showed her stomach, black hotpants, and white imitation snakeskin ankle boots. Her ebony hair was loose, and she'd finished off the whole thing with her ruby pendant, violent scarlet against the black and white. Simon wouldn't be able to resist her.

Izzy stopped in front of the red-painted door. It was no different to any other houseon the street- only Clary's hastily drawn map showed it was anywhere a teenage Shadowhunter girl would want to be visiting. But it was. It was Simon's house, and although Isabelle had a hangover, and was ridiculously nervous, and was quite sure that it was hopeless anyway, she thought that really, she did kind of want to. Otherwise, she knew, she would never see Simon again- and how would she deal with that? Shadowhunters fell in love young, and they hardly ever fell in love twice. She'd fallen in love with Simon, damn him, and if he didn't remember that he loved her, too, then her whole world would fall to pieces around her.

Isabelle knocked on the door, put her hands behind her back, and waited for the apocalypse.

She was relieved to find out that the woman who answered the door didn't satisfy her expectations of plague, death and 'Don't You Little Slut Mess With My Boy'. She'd never dated a mundane before- actually, was she dating Simon?- but that's how she'd thought it would probably go. But Simon's mother was actually just a small, flustered-looking woman in a massive dressing-gown that swamped her tiny frame. There was no aggressive reprimanding, just a calm, slightly confused, greeting.

"Oh… um, hello. Do I know you? Are you a friend of Simon's?" Izzy decided that that was probably the safest way to describe it.

"Yeah. Um, can I talk to him?"

"Of course. Who shall I say it is?" A million introductions rushed through Isabelle's head. Isabelle Lightwood? Too formal, she thought. It felt a little odd. He wasn't the Simon she'd known, the old Simon, but he was something close, and they had been friends- well, more than friends- once. No full names.

So, Izzy? Too informal. Just 'A Shadowhunter'? No, that would confuse his mother- it seemed he hadn't told her. So she settled for plain old Isabelle.

"It's Isabelle."

"OK, darling. Just wait here for a sec." She turned away. "SIMON!" A muffled grunt came from the top of the stairs. "Pretty girl's here to see you! Isabelle, she says!" Then she smiled at Izzy and disappeared.

After a few moments, Simon appeared at the top of the stairs, running a hand through tangled hair, still wearing his pyjamas. He padded down towards her.

"Isabe- "

"We'll talk later," she said, astounding herself with her direct tone. She was usually much groggier than this when she was hungover. "Go and get your clothes on, we're going to the Institute. I'll explain to your Mum." Simon nodded hurriedly and turned away, ready to go back upstairs- but then he looked back at her.

"Izzy? It's really you?" He rested a finger against her pendant, and it was like something had been lit on fire inside her.

"Yeah," she managed. "It's me." He smiled and exhaled.

"Good. I was so worried I'd made you up after all. That my dreams had just been dreams. That yesterday was one of them." He dropped his hand, but Isabelle caught it, squeezing it tight in her fist.

"Feel that?" He winced as she dug her nail into his finger.

"Yes!"

"I'm real. I'm real, and so is everything else. Absolutely all of it. The demons, but the angels, too," she told him. Simon laughed lightly.

"And which are you?" he asked, an indecipherable smile just beginning to play on his lips. Izzy gave him her most demonic grin and slung an adventurous arm around his waist.

"I'm a bit of both."

Hope you enjoyed it! So, in this fanfic Simon will be the main character, I think, with a lot of Clary and Izzy, and a fair amount of Jace. The other characters will all feature too, so your beloved Malec will be there- don't worry! Thanks for reading and I hope you'll continue to do so.