Chapter 4-Sizzy (Continued)

I apologize for not realizing that ff. net didn't keep my bold and italic when I created the document of the last chapter. If this had happened on the other chapters it wouldn't have messed it up, so I hope last chapter wasn't too confusing. I will fix it so if you want to go back and read it again then go ahead. By the time I post this it will be fixed.

Also I'm really really sorry for forgetting to post this chapter in the first place...oops.

If you still follow this story then thanks so much for your patience!

Ok here's the story…

Simon and Isabelle laughed together in Simon's bed, as Isabelle continued to describe the Simon-Rat.

"Why-why didn't you take a picture of it or something?" Simon was still trying to calm down, but then he was overtaken by another bout of laughter. When he could breath again, he said, "Could have made good blackmail." Isabelle raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? That would've been amazing blackmail." They both laughed again; it was uncontrollable. Tears of laughter ran down Izzy's face, and she wiped them away. "Also," she added, "you might've been able to see it now. Imagine your face when I whip out my cell phone in the middle of something and try to tell you that it was you."

"That would've been pretty unbelievable" he replied. "I wish Shadowhunters had cellphones." Isabelle shrugged. "Maybe the Clave will consider it sometime." They both sat in silence before Isabelle chuckled. "I'm kidding."

"Oh!" Simon finally understood the Shadowhunter joke. "Right." Simon suspected it would be a while before he laughed at those. "We're getting off topic," Isabelle pointed out to prevent the awkward silence. Simon nodded and a piece of hair fell into his face. Isabelle reached out and tucked it behind his ear instinctively before pulling her arm back.

"So," she said in a strained voice. "Back to the party." Simon blushed and nodded again.

"Well, Clary was going crazy, crying and holding you and regretting everything, blah blah blah. We decided it was a good time to leave, and she had to put you in her bag." Simon scrunched up his nose-quite adorably, in Isabelle's opinion-and said, "Ew."

"Probably. But it wasn't until we were almost back at the Institute-of course-when we realized that you were gone." Simon smirked. "Of course" he repeated sarcastically. Izzy sighed. "Anyway, turns out that some vampire thought that you were one of his buddies, who had also been turned into a rat, through the blue drink or whatever. He thought Clary was, erm, 'kidnapping' him, I guess. So he stole you out of her backpack and took you back to the vampire headquarters-the Hotel Dumort."

"Duh duh duhhhh! What's going to happen to Rat Simon next? Find out in the next episode of 'Stupid Things That Simon Did But Can't Remember'." Simon said theatrically. Isabelle joined in. "We'll be back after this short commercial break." He smiled at her, surprised and grateful. She was being nerdy? Since when was Isabelle Lightwood nerdy? She sensed what he was thinking and raised an eyebrow.

"What? I'm only human, you know. Stop it!" She punched him on the shoulder for the second time that night. Simon only winced slightly, which he was proud of. Then he said something that he was definitely not proud of.

"Sooo…what should we do during this commercial break?" Staring into Izzy's eyes as he said this, he thought he saw conflicting emotions cross her face before it settled on mischievousness.

"Well, it depends. How long is this break?" Simon was not expecting the question, and immediately blushed.

He stretched and pulled himself up to a higher position to avoid staring at Isabelle, head resting against the headboard. The room was quiet, with only the sounds of the city drifting in through the open window. The witchlight pulsed soothingly in Isabelle's hand, light seeping through her fingers and illuminating the room with a soft glow.

"I was worried about you, you know," Isabelle whispered, turning to look up at Simon. Her eyes captivated him for the umpteenth time that night, and he didn't know what to do. She moved closer, laying her head on his shoulder. Simon moved his arm, placing it gently across her back. Isabelle sighed in content, then chuckled slightly.

"You used to be cold," she murmured. "Like a statue. I couldn't feel your heartbeat…" she put her arm around his middle and squeezed him gently. "I think I like it better this way."

"I think I do too, Izzy." Simon cleared his throat nervously.

"I, uh...I think, when I had my memories, as a, you know, vampire. I think I must have loved you, very much. I can just...feel it. I have no idea how you felt, but I know that I cared about you very much. And I don't know if we even got together, or not, or if you just totally ignored me...if you were only in it for the vampire bit, then I'm sorry I can't be that anymore and-"

"Simon, stop, please!" Isabelle cut him off and looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. "When you were a vampire you were dead. You didn't have a heartbeat, you didn't age, you were cold. I love you for you, Simon. Being a vampire didn't change anything!" She buried her head in Simon's chest, shaking. Simon held her tight. "I'm sorry, Izzy. I just needed to know." His voice cracked and he stopped talking. He gently lifted her head, holding her face in his hands, and kissed her. Isabelle dropped the witchlight in surprise, and the room was plunged into darkness.

She wrapped her arms around Simon and shifted so that she was completely facing him. She kissed him back, hard, refusing to let go. FInally she broke away with a sigh and stared at him as her eyes adjusted to the dark. She moved back to where she had been, after realizing that she had been between his legs.

"I do love you, you dork."

Curling up against him, she felt him laugh softly and lay back down on the bed. He caressed her face and kissed the top of her head before promptly falling asleep. Isabelle looked at his face, smiling. She was glad she'd come in here.

Snuggling up against Simon's warm body, she let herself sleep, for the first time since Simon had become a vampire.