Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments trilogy. This amazing novel belongs to Cassandra Clare.

A/N: This is a small spin-off of City of Glass I did for my English class. I liked it a little so I just decided to post it. I decided to do this version of a spin off, because well, the series following that path ended... but what about Simon? He was always a great character and he really, really deserved someone. But Maia, I never really liked her all that much, and Isabelle is much too fickle to even be "steady". And I wanted to have a cute little scene between Clary and him... oh, and Magnus. He's great. Well, this is it. I hope you enjoy it. No longer a oneshot, but I might continue if you like it.

City of Glass Spin off – City of Immortals

"It's time for me to go."

I stare at the girl standing directly in front of me, silently wishing that the events preceding had occurred somewhat differently. Overall, the struggle had turned out wonderfully. Valentine was dead, the secrets of angel-boy's bloodline were revealed, and loyalties were ultimately decided. On the surface, everything was as perfect as possible in the Glass City. Idris' couples had become wrapped in perpetual embraces following the battle. Jace and Clary were almost inseparable – it's a wonder I'm able to speak to Clary alone now. The queer warlock, Magnus Bane, and the angst-ridden teen, Alec, had become an official couple. Isabelle has no one to hold for the moment, but I'm sure she'll be content with holding herself. But what about me? What about Simon Lewis?

"Simon, you don't have to leave," states the small red head matter-of-factly.

I sigh. "Yes Clary, I do have to leave. In fact, I have to leave in a few minutes. Magnus is opening a portal for me."

Clary stomps her small foot, irritated. "You know what I mean, Simon! There is no reason for you to leave here at all! Downworlders are becoming welcome in Idris now – we are all marked together. Shadowhunters are already purging themselves of their hate for your kind, so you really can't use that excuse to tell me that's why you're leaving." As her temper spikes, so does her fire red hair. For a moment, it looks as if it's flaming, and that at any moment it'll reach out to me and submerge me into submission. In reality though it's just Clarissa Fray, a normal 110-pound girl who can't even put her weight against a door to open it.

"That's not why I'm leaving, Clary."

At first, her emerald eyes narrow, piercing into my own, but then they soften. It almost looks as if she's about to cry. "Then why, Simon? Why are you leaving me?"

I hate it when girls cry. Is it like a defense mechanism? "I'm not leaving you. Anytime you need me, just give me a ring. You know I'll answer." I carefully pull Clary into the fold of my arms, stroking her back and kissing her on the top of her head. Clary buries her head into my chest, letting the tears fall. Soon, I feel her clutching my loose shirt and tears soaking through the cotton and onto my chest. Clary hardly ever cries; at first, I thought that she was simply void of tears, but that obviously isn't the case here. "I'll always be here for you; I'll always be your best friend. No amount of miles is going to change that."

"You know cell phones don't work here," mutters Clary, raising her face from the burrow of my chest.

I'd forgotten that…but that doesn't mean I don't have a completely amazing idea. "Then if you ever feel the urge to speak to me, create a portal to get back to the city. It's not as if they, meaning The Clave, won't let you create one now. You saved the entire city from eminent destruction, they just can't tell you no. And if they do, just call angel boy so that he can seduce – I mean persuade them." Clary digs her fingernails into my side as a sign of warning. "You know that doesn't hurt me anymore. Your fingernails may be insanely sharp, but you might break them if you persist. And I don't want you running to Jace crying." I gently push her away from me and wink at her. My lips turn down at the corners in a pout, and I scrunch my face together. "Ah, I broke a nail!"

Clary punches me playfully, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "That's not funny."

"On the contrary, it really is."

Clary laughs and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, attempting to seem yet fearless and brave. She always tries to act so brave. Even now, she's biting back tears when all she wants to do is cry her eyes out. "Simon…" Surprisingly, she takes my hands in hers, and runs her fingers over my pale palm. "You're not different at all, you know. Besides, the missile-proof skin, rock hard abs, and cold touch you're the same. Even though you've turned into a vampire, you're still my Simon. And even though I'm officially Jace's, I'm secretly yours." She laughs to herself and kisses my cheek.

For a moment the warm touch of her lips, lingers on my cheek. I bring my hand to my face to caress the spot, but the warmth of the kiss is already gone. Something I miss about being human: body heat. "If Jace heard you say that, you know how jealous he'd be." Something I don't miss about being human: Being able to beat the shit out of Jace Wayland. "Then again, who would blame him? You're the most amazing person on this planet and he's the one that gets you. Let's face it babe, you were never really mine to begin with. In some weird way, you always belonged to this world – you always belonged to Jace," I state. "There's no use in evading the truth."

Clary bites down on her lip and glares at me with a cross look. "That's not true."

"Don't even start, Clary." I pull my hand from hers, digging both of them into my pockets.

Clary groans inwardly, pressing the palm of her hand against her forehead. "This is going to give me a headache." A headache? Being slammed against walls, getting swords thrust into her chest, and being flung across rooms doesn't give her a headache, but this topic does? "Do you seriously want to discuss this now, Simon? You're about to leave and I don't want anything unsaid between us, but I also don't want any hard feelings." She hesitates. "How about this? Say what you have to say to me, and I'll say what I have to say to you. Let's get everything out in the open before you leave for… wherever you're going." I like the fact that she's not going to try to pry it out of me.

"You go first." I look toward the sun and realize that it's almost time. "But hurry up, Magnus is impatient."

Clary breathes as if she is going to regret the words that are about to slip from her lips. "I love you, but only as a friend. I will always be your friend, but that's it. I'm sorry that the relationship between us didn't work out, but at least we tried. In addition, I'm sorry for getting involved with you while I still had feelings for Jace. That was wrong of me to take advantage of you to try to repress the feelings I had for him. Although, I honestly think that trying was worth it. You were worth it," says Clary between breaths. "Simon, I know that there's someone out there for you. I know there is. There has to be." I laugh a little. She's trying to convince herself. Whoever thought?

"I love you, in every aspect of the very word, I love you. I doubt that I'll ever think of you as just a friend anymore. However, the thing you don't seem to understand is that I will always love you. One day though, I might be able to think of you as just a friend, but I highly doubt that day will ever come. So until then…" Once again, I pull Clary into my arms and hold her tight. Soon I won't be able to do this any longer. I'll be in a completely different dimension, halfway across the hemisphere. Then I kiss her, right smack on the lips. God, if only I could see the look on Jace's face when he hears about this. Clary doesn't kiss me back, but she doesn't move either, she lets me have this – even if it only last for a second.

I pull back to see her expression a mixture of angst and guilt. "See you later, Clary."

"Simon, wait…!" Before Clary can finish her sentence, I'm out of sight and out of earshot.

My feet pound the ground beneath me, but not harshly as to leave footprints in the cement. As of now, power surges through me now more than ever. I know not where it originates from, whether it is the fact of me becoming a vampire, or the fact that I am a Daylighter – a vampire that can walk in sunlight, or the inconceivable fact that Cain's mark is placed upon my forehead. The puzzle bemuses me, but ironically, for now, I don't care the least. All that matters now is getting out of this place. I don't know if I can take being in Alicante much longer. So many memories mark these roads that where created in so little time.

I skid to a stop when I spot Magnus near the wall of the city, a portal blazing the color of the rainbow on the wall. He stands out amongst the pale walls of Alicante, his black, crazy, and sparkling hair waving in the wind. Magnus grins at me with his yellow, cat like eyes and motions me forward to the portal. "Are you ready? It's now or never, and I don't know when you'll be able to get back into Alicante. People are still iffy about us Downworlders, so be on the lookout. And please, try to keep yourself out of trouble, rat boy."

I smirk at the nickname, stepping closer to the portal and holding onto the wall as to not get sucked in. "Aw, I'm flattered. You care about me!"

Magnus groans and half-laughs. "That is definitely not the case."

Then I let go.

A/N: I hope you liked it. It's short, but hey, my assignment was only three pages. If you have time I'd appreciate your thoughts!

--Sangs Bleus