The Sire of Simon

WritingIsLoveAndLife

AN: Hello again, everyone! I'm back with another chapter of this story. I want to thank everyone who has read the first chapter and the one person who has reviewed it, which I'll go ahead and answer right now before I leave you to the next chapter:

t1gerl1ly: First of all, thank you! I'm glad you like my pen name. And second: the next update is here! I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm very glad to hear that you think I handled the concept well. I have plenty more stories to tell about these two, some of which I will continue to cross-post from AO3 and some of which have already been posted here and are on my profile. You can check them out if you want to.

Thank you so much for the review, I really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters. The series was written by Cassandra Clare and adapted for television by Ed Decter.

Chapter 2

Waiting for Jace to wake up after his first feed was the worst time for Simon. The long hours spent by his boyfriend's bedside at the Institute infirmary gave way to a lot of self-loathing, and self-doubt.

He hated himself for doing this to his beloved boyfriend. He hated that he'd been so selfish to even consider it. At least once a minute, he questioned whether or not he had truly made the right decision.

"Sunshine?" a voice asks, cutting through his haze like the sharpest of seraph blades, causing his head to snap up.

"Angel, you're awake!" Simon exclaims, unable to keep a smile off his face, in spite of his internal turmoil. "It's so good to see you."

"What happened?" Jace askes. "The last thing I remember was Valentine…"

"Valentine is dead, Angel," Simon informs him. "I made sure of that."

"Good," Jace says, voice rough from lack of use. "I'm hungry. Can you get me some food?"

Simon looks down guiltily.

"What, am I on some kind of food restriction?" Jace laughs.

"Not quite," Simon whispers quietly. "I need to tell you something, Angel. And before I do, I want you to know that it's perfectly okay if you hate me and want nothing to do with me after this, because I don't know if I'd want anything to do with me, either."

"I could never hate you, Sunshine," Jace says wide-eyed. "Where's this coming from?"

"I did something," Simon confesses. "You were dying. You were dead. And I did something. And I hate myself for it, so why wouldn't you hate me too?"

"Sunshine, you're scaring me," Jace admits. "I'm sure whatever you did can't be that bad, so just tell me."

Simon took a deep breath, looked Jace right in the eye and said it. 6 words he could never un-say, even if he wanted to.

"I turned you into a vampire."

Jace's brain all but short-circuited. Did his boyfriend just say…

"You turned me?" Jace questions. "Into a vampire?"

"Yes," Simon nods, voice filled with shame. "Magnus couldn't heal you and I couldn't lose you and we all agreed."

"Who is we?" Jace questions, agitation thick in his voice.

"Alec, Isabelle, Max, Clary, Magnus and I," Simon lists. "Raphael helped too."

Both of them are silent. Jace processing and Simon bracing.

"Get out," Jace says, voice as hard as steel.

"Angel," Simon cries.

He'd expected this, but it still hurt like hell.

"Not an angel anymore, you made sure of that, didn't you, Sunshine?" Jace spits out. "What did you think gave you the right to do this?"

"You were dead, Jace!" Simon explained. "Magnus couldn't heal you, I couldn't call Raziel again, and I knew I didn't want to lose you. I needed to do something!"

"So, you stole my life from me?" Jace retorts.

Simon hangs his head. "I'm sorry."

"And you think that's enough?" Jace screams. "You think I'm sorry is going to fix the fact that I'm a monster now?"

As much as he deserves Jace's anger, Simon bristles.

"Is that what you thought I was, this whole time?" he snaps back. "A monster? Some heartless, cold, cruel beast?"

"Don't go flipping this around on me!" Jace exclaims. "This is your fault."

"If I hadn't done it, you and I wouldn't even be having this conversation," Simon defended. "I saved your life, and need I remind you that everyone in that room agreed it was for the best before I did it? If even one of them had said no, I'd have never done it, and you'd be six feet under right now."

Jace's next words cut him to the bone.

"Anything would've been better than this."

Simon had fled the room after that and ended up in Brooklyn at Magnus's loft.

"Si-" Magnus begins to greet before noticing him crying. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Everything," Simon says, voice wracked with guilt, shame, and hurt. "Everything is wrong, and I don't know if it'll ever be all right again."

"Just give him time," Magnus advises, pulling Simon in for a tight hug. "He's just in shock, and it's going to take a while for him to get used to his new reality. Do you remember how you were when you first turned?"

"All too well," Simon nodded. "It wasn't the most graceful period, that's for sure."

"That's why he needs time, and space," Magnus says gently. "Just give that to him and everything will be fine."

Simon buried his face in Magnus's neck. "I really, really hope you're right."

Meanwhile, Alec ventured down to the infirmary to check on Jace.

"Parabatai?" he calls. "Can we talk?"

"I'm not your Parabatai anymore," Jace snaps. "And I certainly don't talk to traitors."

"Is that what you think of me?" Alec sighs. "Parabatai…"

"I'm not your fucking Parabatai anymore!" Jace screams.

"Jace…" Alec tries again. "You've known me for my entire life, almost. You've become part of my family. Do you really think so little of me that I would allow Simon to turn you if there were any other way?"

"No," Jace admits.

"I know you're looking for someone to blame everything on, but the truth is that everyone who loves you was in that room when Magnus told Simon that turning you was the only way to save you, we were all there when Simon asked us for our permission. It was hard for all of us, but probably hardest on Simon. When you resurrected, Simon was crying and clinging to Magnus, wondering if he'd made the right decision."

"I didn't know," Jace says, feeling a twinge of guilt.

"You wouldn't have," Alec assures him. "You were pretty consumed with bloodlust at the time, and were feeding."

"I was so horrible to him," Jace admitted. "I told him anything would've been better than being turned."

"I know," Alec nods. "Magnus called me, said Simon had shown up in tears at the loft."

"I was just so angry, Alec," Jace informed his (now-former) Parabatai. "Without the distinction of being a Shadowhunter, I don't even know who I am anymore."

"You'll figure it out, Jace," Alec soothes, pulling him into a hug. "Simon and I will help you. So will Izzy and Luke and Clary and Raphael and everyone else who loves you. This isn't the end, Parabatai."

"It's not?" Jace questions.

"No," Alec shakes his head. "In fact, I'd say this is just the beginning."

AN: #2: And there we have it! The second chapter of our story. I'd love to hear your feedback. Feedback definitely feeds my creativity.

Until next time,

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