Took a mental day from school today so I decided to bang out another chapter. Two in one day! I own nothing btdubs, I just love this series. Proud to say I'm reading CoB for the fourth time right now R&R. Enjoy!

Heart Pangs

Simon saw Isabelle before she saw him. She was wearing jeans and a low cut black tank top; her raven hair blowing across her face as she waited out side of Sanctuary. They'd been…well they weren't together, more like hooking up when ever they needed someone; friends with benefits more than boyfriend and girlfriend. And that was okay with him, his heart just couldn't get there yet, it was too soon.

He snuck up behind her with a predator's grace, pulling her into him. She made a movement to kick him between the legs and shove his nose into his brain, but he grabbed her deadly hand as it swung up. He leaned down, his face close to her neck.

"Gotcha."

She relaxed, spinning to face him and melted in his arms. "This time."

Clary watched them from the window. It was dysfunctional, but she didn't know what to do about it. Simon was using Isabelle to deal with being dead, and Isabelle was using Simon to forget about the loss of her little brother, Max.

She turned away and walked over to the large wardrobe. She was happy for Simon, she just couldn't watch him make out with Izzy. It was one thing to watch your best friends with just any girl, but when that girl was like a sister to you, it got a bit much. That's why her and Jace tried to stay away from the PDA…well at least they were trying, Simon and Isabelle looked shameless.

She sighed, opening the wardrobe and surveying the clothing inside. One side was an assortment of normal clothes, T's, jeans, shorts, etc. Maryse had insisted that she take Clary to get new clothes because most of her old ones had been destroyed when the Ravener demon and Forsaken had destroyed her and her mothers apartment when all this had began.

The other half was full of Shadowhunter attire. Black pants, shirts, and wrist guards, anything a demon hunter could possibly need to wear when riding the world of evil. Those Jace and her mother had insisted on. Jace ransacked the Institute for old things that would fit her petite body, and dragging her out to purchase some from during their last days in Idris, the Glass City, home. Jocelyn, her mother, had finally revealed her hidden stash of Shadowhunting goodies, hid away for all of Clary's life because her mother hadn't wanted this life for her. But despite her mothers efforts it had called to her like a fly to a flame. It was all hers now, her mother's weapons and gear, her stele – though she now had one of her own.

She surveyed at the side that blended together in a mix of black, contemplating what would be best for the workout…and would make Jace stare. Selecting a low-rise pair of leather fighting pants and a tight long sleeved turtleneck, she stepped in front of the mirror and was pleased. She laced up her boots and tied her bright red curls into a tight ponytail. Her green eyes were fierce and determined as she made her way to the training room. She'd nock Jace on his ass today, and her mother and Maryse wouldn't be able to giggle at her at dinner.

Simon and Isabelle walked down Broadway, their hands intertwined. She had surprised him with a request to see a musical that morning. The hottest demon slaying babe in all of Brooklyn, maybe the world, had wanted to pretend to be a normal teenage girl and go to see a musical.

The mundies looked at the couple in awe; two tall, dark, and beautiful teens.

Don't look now, but I think I see Edward Cullen," A girl whispered to her friend. Simon fought the urge to tell them that real vampires didn't eat deer, they didn't sparkle, and they weren't whiney girls like in that stupid book. But the way the girl looked at him made him smile to himself. There were upsides to everything.

Isabelle leaned her head on his shoulder, giving their entwined fingers a little squeeze. "Thanks for today Simon."

"No problem Iz." And it wasn't. He really liked spending time with her. She was sassy, and funny, and a great kisser. Not that he had much to compare it to, but her had enough.

"Listen," he said, "Rebecca told me to be back by seven-"

"Oh, yeah sorry I guess I'll go catch a cab-"

"And I wondered if you'd eat dinner with us." He sucked in a breath, finally having said it.

Isabelle wasn't used to actually liking boys like Simon, her type was most often tough asshole Shadowhunters, or anyone she had to fight to have. She usually played with boys like Simon, ones that were shy and nervous and would do anything for her. When she had first met him it would have been easy, but now he was different. Though still shy and sweet, he was strong and mysterious and…kinda sexy. Lately she'd been living on his sunny sense of humor and perfect smiles. She pulled away from him just enough to see his face as they continued to walk. "I'd love that." She forced him to a stop and pulled his face down to hers, stealing one more of those cold kisses. "Come on, if we don't hail a cab soon you'll be late."