Title: I should tell you
Pairing: Isabelle/Simon
Summary: "The words were on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to let them spill like out like wine from a tipped glass. But her brain just wouldn't cooperate with her heart and all she could do was stare at him across a chasm that felt as wide as the Grand Canyon."
AN: The lyrics that you might see scattered through this fic are from Rent, the song I should tell you. The song from Rent and the characters and world graciously and brillantly created by Cassandra Clare are not mine and no copyright infringement was intended…thank you.
Chapter 8:
Isabelle was lying on the floor of the walk in closet holding a cool washcloth on her face. Sebastian's servants (two werewolf girls and a demon) brought her a fancy red dress to wear for the ceremony. She tried to push past them and escape. They beat her up pretty good but she gave as good as she got. She killed the demon and severely wounded both werewolves.
A few moments later another two werewolves came in and injected Isabelle with something that made her feel weak. They laid her on the bed and dressed her. After she was dressed in the tight and slinky red dress they left.
Isabelle didn't feel like she could move much but she rolled herself of the bed. She managed to crawl into the bathroom and went a washcloth to put on her swollen and bruised cheekbone and then she crawled into the closet as if she thought she could hide.
This couldn't be the end. There had to be a way to save herself from this terrible fate. But in heart she knew it was over. This was the end. She thought of her parents and her brothers. How much she would miss them. How much she would miss fighting beside Alec and Jace. She thought of the only girlfriend she ever had, Clary. She wished she could tell Clary how much their friendship meant to her. She wasn't sure Clary knew that Isabelle loved her like a sister.
And Simon…the love of her life…she would never get to say goodbye to him. That was tragic. She hoped he would move on and find someone else.
Isabelle felt like she was going to a firing squad. She knew she wasn't dying tonight but she might as well be.
Isabelle could hear some commotion in the hall. She put the washcloth down and tried to crawl out of the closet but her arms gave out beneath her. She heard the door open and a familiar voice. "Mom!" she called."In here."
"I will go first," Simon said.
Jocelyn put a hand on his shoulder, "Maryse and I are the grownups and have the most training, I will go first and she will take up the rear," she said.
"I am older than all of you put together times infinity," Magnus teased.
The group paused several times looking for guards, demons…whatever…but there was nothing. That made Simon more nervous than if the hallway was swamped and he could tell he wasn't the only one. Jocelyn kept looking back at Maryse with a worried expression.
Finally, they saw someone or more like something. At the end of the hall in front of a large, wooden door.
"Demons," Maryse muttered.
"What type?" Simon asked. They looked human to him. They looked young like teenagers.
"Eidolon demons," Maryse whispered.
"They are shape shifters," Maryse explained.
"Hard to kill?" Simon asked.
Maryse shurgged,"No more than any other demon." She turned to Jocelyn, "I will go first and you can cover me. Once they are neutralized then we will…" She trailed off as Simon walked away from them strode purposefully over to the demons.
"Who are you?" one of the demons asked.
"Does it matter?" Simon asked.
The demons looked at each other and shrugged. They approached Simon and prepared to fight him. He grabbed one of them by the throat, his fangs came out as he growled and bit. A few seconds later it shrieked and disappeared. The other demon stared at Simon in fear. An arrow sailed over Simon's shoulder and hit the demon in the chest and he too shrieked and disappeared.
Simon turned and saw Maryse pointing a crossbow. "Nice shot, "he commented. "Glad you didn't miss too."
Maryse nodded," I wouldn't have shut if I thought I would hit," she assured him.
Simon smiled but wondered if that was true. He and the group approached the door. "It's locked," Simon said after trying the door.
"I would think so," Maryse knocked on the door. "Isabelle," she called. "Can you hear me?"
No response. Maryse looked at Magnus.
He shook his head, "I could use magic but I am scared to drain myself, we have to get back."
"I could break it," Simon started.
Clary took her stele out and kneeled down, "The sound would bring more demons," she said. "Let me do this." She marked the door and a few moments later they heard the lock click.
Maryse turned the knob and pushed the door open. "Isabelle?" she called.
Simon surveyed the room. It was nice with a big bed and antique furniture. There was a TV and books. And a blood on the floor.
"Maryse," he pointed to the blood stain and she paled.
"Isabelle!" she called her voice bordering on shrill.
Simon heard it first. Isabelle…she was calling for her mom. "Maryse," he said pointing toward a door on the other side of the room. "I hear her, through there."
Jocelyn and Magnus stayed by the door in case they had company. Simon opened the door and let Clary and Maryse in first then he followed. It was bathroom…a large bathroom with a big tub …and more blood on the carpet.
"Mom," Isabelle called and then they saw her crawling out of the huge walk in closet. Her eyes lit up when she saw them. She looked as if she were crying, "Mom? Simon? Clary?"
Maryse knelt down and embraced her daughter. "Are you ok?" she asked.
Isabelle nodded, "is daddy here?" Isabelle asked.
"He is but not here," Maryse said. "We will explain later. Right now we need to go. Can you walk?"
Isabelle shook her head. Simon noticed she looked as though she had been sparring with someone and he felt his fists ball up at his side.
Isabelle was still talking to her mom, "My legs are fine but they injected me with something and I can't walk."
Without a word Simon moved past Maryse and scooped Isabelle up. She leaned her head against his collarbone and said, "I can't believe you came for me."
"I will always come for you," Simon assured her quietly.
"You're welcome," he whispered. "Ready?" he asked Maryse.
She nodded, "Let's go."
The group exited the room and slowly walked up the hallway. No one said a word and everyone was hyper aware of their surroundings.
They thought they were home free until Simon saw figures coming toward them and he knew it wasn't the rest of their party. "Incoming," he hissed.
Maryse, Jocelyn, Clary and Magnus spread out in front of Simon. They took a fighting stance as the group of demons approached.
"You're not going anywhere," one of the demons' hissed. "Drop the girl and we will kill you quickly."
"Not a chance," Jocelyn replied. She pulled a large sword and brandished it to the demon.
Before any of them could fight someone rushed the demons from behind. Simon could see the figures of Robert, Luke, Jace and Alec. He was relieved.
The demons were dead and the woman greeted the significant others.
"Let's just get out of here," Robert said in response to being asked about Sebastian. He came forward and touched Isabelle's face. "Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yes, "Isabelle said softly.
Her father reached out to take Isabelle but she wouldn't budge. "I want Simon to hold me, please?"
For a second her father looked hurt and then he nodded, "Whatever you want sweetie."
Magnus opened a portal where they stood and the group entered it quickly.
Once they got back to the Institute Simon gave Isabelle to Alec he rushed her inside. Robert followed his family but told Simon and Magnus he would back to talk to them.
Simon watched them leave and he felt very alone and sad.
"It sucks, huh?" Magnus asked.
"What?" Simon replied.
"Look, Shawn," Magnus started.
Simon made a face, Magnus knew his name he just thought he was funny.
"You love her and you want to tell her and you want to be with her and hold her hand and you can't and that sucks." Magnus told him.
"She is fine; I can talk to her later." Simon replied.
"Of course you can," Magnus agreed. "I was making a bigger point. About isolation. As much as you love her and as much as she may love you it's still going to be a tough road. You can make the most of the time you have but she will gone and you need to accept it. Once she is gone you may fall in love again and you might never feel this again. And while she is here it's not going to be easy either because though the Clave is changing some people will always think your love is wrong. And add to that the hazards of her job and the possibility that she could die young, that the two of you won't be able to have children…"
"Magnus, what the hell are you trying to do man?" Simon demanded angrily. He didn't want to think about these things. They were too overwhelming and painful.
"I am not trying to be a jerk," Magnus assured him. "I just want to make sure you aren't in denial…things are never as simple as we would like them to be." Magnus looked wistful for a moment, "and sometime no matter how much you want something to work it can't…I just want you to be prepared."
Simon didn't respond. He crossed his arms and waited for Robert Lightwood to return.
