Welcome to Chapter four. This is my first fanfiction I've published online so I'm unbelievably happy that people are reading it. I ship Sophie and Gideon so much, and as there are very few fanfictions about them, I decided to write one. The first three chapters were based around events in the book, but from this point on, I'm taking a more creative reign. I hope people are OK with that. I don't speak Spanish or Welsh so I'm using Google translate. I'm sorry if any of it is wrong.

I own nothing but the plot.

***Gideon P.O.V***

Once the earlier events had been relayed to the rest of the group, I made my excuses and retired to the room. I needed some space to sort my thoughts out. I wanted to talk things through with Sophie, as she had proved herself to be a good listener and provided very good advice, but after our conversation last night, I didn't feel like that was possible. In some ways, the fact that I had lost Sophie, who had been the one good thing in my life since being back in London had said we shouldn't continue what we had, hurt me more than the truth about my mother, Benedict's rejection and Gabriel's failure to see the truth. I guess it was because I had believed in what I had what we had, but hadn't fully believed in anything to do with Lightwood in a long time. I had expected what had happened at Lightwood manor to happen. What I hadn't expected was Sophie rejecting me as she didn't think she was good enough for me. Did she really think I was that much like Benedict?

I was interrupted by a knock at the door. When I opened it I found the last person I would have expected standing in the corridor: Sophie. She was holding a tray of sandwiches and some tea and said "you didn't make it to lunch, so lunch made it to you. Charlotte told us to give you some space but I didn't like the idea of you going hungry" she said. I swear Sophie was nothing but goodness, and she deserved to be happy. When I found my voice, I found myself saying "Gracias. Eso es lo más amable" and on seeing her confused voice, I realized I had spoken in Spanish, so I translated into English "Thank you, that is most kind" which got a small smile from Sophie. Once I had taken the tray from her, she curtsied then said "you're welcome Mr Lightwood. Unless there is something else you require, I shall return to my chores." As I hadn't automatically said anything, she took it as a no and turned and began walking down the corridor.

Dumping the tray on the bedside table, I hurriedly followed her out into the corridor. I had to do something about the barrier that had been place between us. "Sophie!" I called, which made her stop in her tracks and turn to look as me. "I do wish you would stop calling me that, it's not proper Mr Lightwood" she replied. I'd caught up with her, and looked into her eyes "no, I won't. I do wish you would stop calling me Mr Lightwood, and call me Gideon like you used to" I half said, half begged. She shook her head. "It's not proper Master Gideon" she said. Well, Master Gideon was an improvement from Mr Lightwood I suppose. "I don't care what's proper Sophie. I love you, and I loved spending time with you. I've always known you were a maid, and yet I still found myself falling for you. It's killing me that you don't think you are good enough for me. You are as good…no you are better than every single Shadowhunter that has tried to impress me. Can we please just talk?" I said. I practically begged the last part.

I had declared my feelings and had firmly put my heart on my sleeve. I was suddenly very afraid of her rejecting me again. I didn't handle the first rejection very well, I don't think that I could deal with a second one. Thankfully she agreed, and we returned to my room. We somehow ended up sitting on the floor, with our backs up against the wall with the tray of food between us. As it turned out, Sophie hadn't eaten either, so I insisted she share mine. She was reluctant at first, but I insisted. I told her just how much I enjoyed her company, both during the training sessions and our outings together. I told her of my heartbreak when she had rejected me, and of all the reasons I loved her. I gave her my version of the day's events and how I had desperately wanted to talk to her but was worried that I wouldn't be able to. When I had finally finished talking, she looked over at me "well we are talking now aren't we?" she asked, which made me laugh, which in turn made Sophie laugh. "I hope this is the start of a great many more conversations" I declared. Sophie then took my hand in hers and said what had been so desperate to hear "I'm sure it will". She then glanced at the clock, and leapt to her feet, which made me jump.

"Whatever is the matter?" I asked. Sophie looked down at me. She smiled, as she realized how confused I must be. "I do apologies, but I have been away from my work for a rather long time. I have to return otherwise Mrs Branwell will start asking questions" she said, and with that, she darted out the room, leaving me sitting on the floor. "Lo que en la tierra Qué he hecho para merecer que?" (What on earth did I do to deserve you?) I whispered to a now absent Sophie. Realizing that she had left the tray behind, I decided to return it to her.

***Sophie P.O.V***

I had decided to take Gideon some lunch. I still had feelings for him, even if it was improper, and couldn't bear the idea of him being hungry. He seemed surprised when he found me standing at the door. I realised that he wasn't going to be the one to instigate the conversation as he was doing a very good fish impression. I offered him the food that I had prepared for him. I asked if he had wanted anything else, but he didn't reply so I took his answer to be a no, so I left. Half way down the corridor when I heard him call my name. Rather than turn around, I found myself walking faster. It seemed that I wasn't walking fast enough as he had caught up quite quickly. I was terrified of what he has to say.

I had told him that anything between us would be improper, and was expecting him to agree. This however, did not happen and he said the exact opposite, by declaring the fact he loved me. He had apparently always known that I was a maid, but this hadn't stopped his feelings develop for me. I felt my heart lift, as not only did he return my feelings (not that he knew my feelings towards him) but he didn't care about my position at the institute. It was still improper but at least he was happy to ignore the technicalities. He begged me to talk to him, and that's how we ended up sitting on his floor drinking tea and eating sandwiches. He had been horrified when he had found out that I hadn't eaten and insisted that I took some of the food, which I did.

As we sat there, he told me a very personal account of what had happened that morning, and how it had made him feel. I felt my heart melt slightly for him. He went onto say how much he enjoyed spending time with me, and how my rejection of him last night made his heart break. Hearing that made my own heart break. When he listed all the reasons he loved me, I couldn't help but smile. No one had ever said such nice things to me, so hearing them from Gideon made them even more special. I didn't want this moment to the end, but when I caught sight of the clock I knew I had been away from my duties for far too long. As much as it pained me, I left Gideon on the floor of his room.

I hurried to the kitchen where I found Bridget starting to prepare the meal. She looked as though she was about to scold me for my absence but then acknowledged just who much I was smiling so thought better of it. As I grabbed the cutlery, ready to set the table she started singing one of her many horrible ballads. I had just left the kitchen and wasn't looking where I was going, which resulted in me crashing into a strong mass of human…or rather Shadowhunter. Not just any Shadowhunter, but Gideon. I found myself blushing, but he only seemed to smile, realising that I hadn't done it intentionally. He held out the tray with the plates and cups that I had brought to his room earlier "Señorita Collins (Miss Collins) it appears you left this behind. What do you want me to do with it?" he asked. How was he this lovely? I placed the cutlery on the tray and carried it to the dining room, with Gideon following me like an obedient puppy.

"Does she always sing such depressing songs?" Gideon asked. I turned to see him wincing, as though in pain. I nodded, "unfortunately so" I answered. He didn't look that impressed. "Mi Dios, ¿qué he hecho para merecer esto" (My God what did I do to deserve this?" he said. I may not speak Spanish, but by going from his facial expression, I doubt he was being all that complimentary to Bridget. I was making my way round the table, putting the cutlery out. I could feel his eyes following me. "Are you sure that he doesn't sing anything more happy?" he asked again, as Bridget's voice floated down the corridor, as she started another song. I nodded "Yes I'm sure. Just do what the rest of us do and try and drown it out" I replied. By this point I had made it back round the table, meaning I was standing next to Gideon. He cupped my face with his hand looked straight into my eyes. I had never seen eyes that were such a beautiful green. They were beautiful. He whispered, "I think I can manage that when I am with you" then lowered his head and kissed my lips. I found myself kissing him back, my hands resting on his chest.

We broke apart on hearing a start of angry Welsh from the door "Yr wyf yn tyngu pawb yn institite hwn yw mewn cariad â rhywun arall. Mae hyd yn oed y forwyn yn mynd yn fwy weithredu na fi. Erbyn duw, bydd yn rhaid i fi cusanu Bridget" (I swear everyone in this institute is in love with someone else. Even the maid is getting more action than me. By god, I'll have to kiss Bridget) I turned to see Will standing there, not looking to happy. He then turned and stormed out of the room. Gideon smirked, "Someone's not happy" he said and moved his hands to his arms were loosely round my neck. I rolled my eyes "Will is never happy" I replied, and Gideon nodded in agreement. "That's true. I believe we were in the middle of something before we were so rudely interrupted by a miserable Welshman" he stated, and before I had time to reply, we were kissing again. When we broke for air, we returned to the kitchen to return the tray and finish laying the table.

Poor Will. Let me know if there is anything you want to see in future chapters, It can be characters or events from the books, or just an idea you have had. Hope you enjoyed this latest paragraph!