here's new chapter, i'm going to post it now although it's very very very late, but i'm unsure when i'll be on later this evening if at all and i don't want to leave readers waiting :) i'll be writing more and doing other chapters to those who enjoy the story so far, but please, please review i love hearing feedback from other writers and opinions on things, i think it inproves the ability having others read your work, so reviews are much liked. in this chapter we have some Jace action, i'm not sure how well i did writing his part, sooo...let me know...i think it kinda sucks lol but that's just me :)

TMI and characters belong to Cassandra Clare and the poem to his/her name that is at the bottom, thanks for reading!

I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may
remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause
you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the
shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God
grant you to be loved again.

'I Loved You'

by

Alexander Pushkin

Simon took in what Isabelle had said as they walked down the hall back to Clary's room,

"Jace, Alec and your mother don't know your back?" Simon asked, fighting to keep pace with the two girls.

"That's right." Isabelle replied, not looking at him but moving forward. "And they aren't going to know."

Simon stopped and blinked once before rushing to keep pace, he wondered if a Shadowhunter coming back from the dead gave them more speed, because even with his long legs he was having trouble keeping up, and he knew Clary who was falling behind slowly was having a tough time for sure.

"But why? Don't you think they'll be happy? Excited even?"

Isabelle stopped and turned to face him, causing Clary to bump into his back with a soft, "Ouch."

Isabelle's eyes were large and surprisingly very dark, as she clenched her jaw and spoke.

"A Shadowhunter that is dead is dead, there is no coming back, not only is it against the Law it usually involves bad magic, demon magic, if they know my mother will report to the Clave, Jace will want to as well, he'll think it's what I want, and Alec…God knows how he is evening doing, first his boyfriend breaks up with him and then, I die he probably has gone mad." Isabelle replied slowly as she turned back toward the way they were traveling.

"He makes me wonder some days." Clary admitted as Isabelle sighed slowly, when they finally reached Clary's room, Isabelle held the door opened for them, as Clary went in first, and Simon stopped and hesitated looking at Isabelle from head to toe, she looked like she was getting impatient, and he thought maybe it was her, it was Isabelle. He shook the thought away; even she had said it was impossible, his mind must be playing tricks on him.

"Ahem." Her voice broke him out of his thoughts, as she eyed him. "Are you going in, or going to stand there?"

Simon without answering, slide in through the door as far away from touching Isabelle as possible, as she gazed around the hall to be sure nobody was around before she entered and shut the door behind her.

Simon didn't hesitate as he sat down at Clary's desk chair awkwardly; it seemed to be smaller than most desk chairs which fit her small body better than his. He folded his hands in his lap to keep them from shaking, as he watched Clary take a seat on her bed and look over at Isabelle as she moved away from the door and leaned against closet door as she rubbed her hand up her one arm as if she had gotten cold.

Simon tore his gaze away as he looked at Clary, "Okay. So what is going on?"

Clary took a deep breath and looked down at her hands, as both Simon and Isabelle watched her, and she looked back up at both of them and began to speak.

"Well, as you know…we were all there when the demon invasion from Sebastian came through the wards into this world." She eyed them as they nodded; she took a breath and continued. "Well, when Isabelle was stabbed and we realized that is what had happened." Clary paused again and Isabelle furrowed her perfect brows over her eyes as she listened to Clary.

Simon kept his eyes on Clary's face, as she struggled to find the words, and in that moment Simon knew Clary knew something she wasn't saying, something about this situation, about this rune that she knew about more than she was letting on.

"I saw a rune," she looked at Isabelle as she spoke softly, "A stronger healing one, one that could save you and so I didn't hesitate to draw it on your shoulder, where I knew it had to go."

Isabelle closed her eyes as she turned her face away, and looked toward the door, as if she were contemplating leaving and never looking back, but she held very still when Simon spoke again.

"I had a dream…well, nightmare actually before I came here when I fell asleep earlier."

Both girls turned to eye him, Clary looked genuinely interested as Isabelle's eyes shone with a strange spark, Simon had never seen before, he shook off the look in her eyes and shook his head.

"I don't remember all of it, but I do remember this certain rune, I found out the name and I someone told me that I needed to find out more about it, and quickly." Simon swallowed hard as he remembered how Isabelle seemed to change people quickly, from herself, to Maureen, to Sebastian and he cringed as he remembered the icy eyes of Sebastian as he pushed him from the golden plat form and shook his head. Simon looked up at Clary who seemed to be waiting to hear more, and then at Isabelle, her arms crossed securely over her chest as once again she stared at the door.

"Do you remember the name?" Clary asked Simon hopeful, as Simon shook his head slowly,

"Not fully, it was called the…uh, Rune of Divine something, but in the dream you had drawn it on a piece of paper and had written the name beneath it, but I couldn't make out the whole name."

Simon knew he had known the whole name of the mysterious rune, but now as he thought of it his mind was drawing a blank, like someone didn't want him to remember the name of it, but for what reason and who? He shook the thought away as Clary swore under her breath, "If we could find the whole name, maybe we'd be better off knowing what it does…"

Isabelle laughed without humor, cutting off Clary's words, Simon and Clary both looked over to her as she didn't take her eyes off the door.

"Well, obviously we know some of what it does."

Simon watched as Clary swallowed hard as Isabelle's cold eyes came to rest on her, and Simon got the feeling there was something they weren't telling him.

"So." He began, trying to change the subject and relieve some tension that had begun to creep in the room as Isabelle and Clary stared at each other soundlessly.

Isabelle broke her gaze from Clary and looked at him, as did Clary.

"So?" Isabelle repeated, as Simon nodded.

"So, what do we do now? We don't know what the full name is; we have no idea where it came from, or anything, where do we go from here?"

Isabelle went silent, when Clary spoke,

"Well, we can't stay here while we find out, Jace will be back anytime now and they can't know that Isabelle is back and alive…"Clary's voice trailed off as Isabelle swallowed and shifted her weight to her feet as she shifted uncomfortably.

Simon knew what was coming, and although he was still convinced this was all a weird dream and he would awaken any moment, he knew that he had to help, if somehow this wasn't some odd nightmare made up from his subconscious to tease him, he didn't want Isabelle to be taken as prisoner to the Silent City until they found out how she was alive.

"So, you're saying you want to know if can stay at the apartment?" Simon asked as he smirked at Clary,

Clary nodded as she shot a worried glance at Isabelle who hadn't moved, "Yes. Would that be alright?"

Simon shrugged as he leaned back in the chair and put his hands behind his head awkwardly, "Sure, as I told you before Jordon and Maia are gone for the week, or more I'm not sure when they'll be back and Rebecca is off on a tour of the country for some nature group, she won't be back for another month or two."

Isabelle looked over at him then, her eyes wide and as he turned his head to look into them, they were the same dark brown he had remembered, the flecks of golden swirls mixed into the brown making them appear as beautiful as ever. Simon turned away to look at Clary.

"Good." She finally let out a breath she had been holding. "When we get there we can begin finding out what we're going to do."

Simon nodded as he noticed Isabelle stiffen, Clary noticed too as she jumped up, Simon got up in one smooth quick motion, as he heard Isabelle suck in a breath.

"What is it, Izzy?" Simon asked softly, as she looked at him, and for once since he had gotten there, he saw a flash of the old Isabelle, the one he held as she was dying in her eyes.

Clary stood by the door waiting as she looked at Isabelle and Simon, he looked back at Clary as he stood inches from Isabelle, close enough to feel her warmth and feel her heartbeat close to him, a feeling he had missed the last two weeks.

"Their here." She whispered so low, Simon found himself lean in closer to hear her,

"Jace?" Clary panicked, as her eyes grew wide, Isabelle nodded and looked at Simon, Simon looked back into her eyes to find the soft look he had seen moments ago, was gone and he fought the urge to sigh.

"What do we do?" he asked to nobody in particular, Isabelle shrugged indifferently, as Clary seemed to try and think fast.

"I don't know…"

Simon looked at Isabelle, and smirked, "How do you even know they're here?"

She looked at him and pursed her lips in a pout, "I hear them in the entranceway…"

Simon was taken aback, "You can hear that far away?"

Isabelle smirked, her eyes shone, large and dark like midnight, "Can't you?"

Simon opened his mouth to answer when Clary hissed in his ear.

"We can argue about how far you can hear up to later, right now you two need to hide, now."

Isabelle opened her mouth to protest, as Clary opened the closet door in one fluid motion and pushed them both in, Simon made a sharp yelp sound as Isabelle squeaked out a foul unladylike word as Clary shut the door closed and turned on her desk light quickly, Simon heard her fumble around for her pencils as she cursed under her breath, there was the sound of paper ripping and then silence.

Simon stole a quiet look over at Isabelle, but he couldn't make our her expression in the dim light coming through the door, as half her face was masked in deep shadow, Simon turned to begin talking to her, when he heard the door to Clary's room opened, and Isabelle held up a hand to silence him, as they both peaked out through the cracks in the door between panels.

"Hey." They heard Clary's voice as she turned to talk to the visitor in the door,

"Hey, what are you doing?" the voice sounded tired and slightly annoyed,

"Oh, just drawing…" Clary answered without much empathy on the subject,

"Okay." Jace replied, his voice indifferent and slightly irritable.

Simon looked over at Isabelle who had backed away from the door so she couldn't see out as she turned away, Simon closed his eyes and then leaned against the door closer so he could see and hear what was being said outside it.

"So," Clary began, putting down her pencil and facing fully at Jace, "Something on your mind?"

Simon could only make out Jace's disarrayed golden hair as he rocked back on his heels, hands deeply in his jeans pocket, as began.

"Well, unless you count the countless times I've watched myself flex my Godly muscles in the mirror of my room, then no not a lot is on my mind."

Simon smirked, as Clary mimicked his expression although he knew she couldn't see it.

"You and I both know that isn't what I meant."

Jace smiled crookedly and answered, "Really? I thought you'd want to attend the show sometime."

Clary rolled her eyes, "Well, we can talk about that and your sexy godly body later, right now I want to know how Alec and Maryse's are."

Jace frowned, the smile fading. "I'd much rather talk about my Godly body."

"Jace." Clary used her warning tone, as he sighed,

"They aren't well."

Simon glanced over at Isabelle who had her head propped against the far wall of the closet, behind some hanging clothes of Clary's, her one hand was flat against the wall next to her face, and Simon looked back at Clary wondering why she would do this to Isabelle.

"No, I don't think they would be."

Jace didn't answer at first just looked out back in the hall, "I don't think they'll ever be."

"Well how do you think they would be?" Clary asked him, as he looked back at her, and by the tone he used Simon could see his golden eyes, hard and cold.

"Life goes on, we're Shadowhunters we die all the time, and they shouldn't have thought they wouldn't lose anyone."

"Jace," Clary's voice was appalled, "They just lost another child, first Max, now Isabelle…"

Jace cut her off, "Yes."

"Do you feel nothing?" Clary was dumbfounded.

Jace let out a rough breath and spoke again, this time his voice softer.

"I do, I miss my sister, but there isn't anything I can do, I've lost many and I have gone on, it's terrible but we can't let this loss run our lives, not with demons coming more in everyday, not with Sebastian still out there."

"Sebastian is the cause of this." Clary gritted her teeth,

"He is." Jace agreed, as he turned from her to go out the door, "And I will be the one to kill him."

"Jace," Clary's voice was firm, as he turned back to her,

"Yes?"

Clary's eyes shone bright green as she took a breath, she wanted to hug him so bad, she wanted to wrap her arms around him, but she knew she couldn't, not until they knew more about the Heavenly fire within him, she swallowed hard and spoke softly.

"What if I had been me?"

Simon turned his head over toward Isabelle who turned her head inclined to hear what was said, Simon turned his face back as he saw Clary's face, pale making her red hair looked redder and her freckles stand out more on her pale face.

Jace's eyes went soft, as he spoke. "It is bad enough…" he whispered as he lifted his hand as if to stroke her face but left his hand extended in the air, Clary closed her eyes remembering his touch, as she felt him put his hand back down by his side, when he continued she opened her eyes slowly, tears threatening to spill, but she wouldn't let them.

"It's bad enough." He repeated softly, "Loosing Isabelle, but if it had been you, I would have soon followed."

Clary bit her lip, as she looked at him, her eyes hard as she spoke her voice a lot evener then she had expected, "Jace, you wouldn't…you couldn't just kill yourself."

"Of course not." He answered closing his eyes slowly, "I wouldn't kill myself, and I'd fight a demon and lose."

Clary looked at him shocked as he opened his eyes.

"You? Lose a fight with a demon?"

He grinned, "An impossible thought I know, but yes, I would let it win, I would go down fighting, but I wouldn't live without you, never can I live without you."

Clary shook her head, "No, you wouldn't want me to do that if you…"

Jace cocked his head to the side, his golden hair falling into his liquid honey eyes.

Clary shook her head and closed her eyes to clear her thoughts as she continued, "If something had happened to you, would you want me to do the same?"

"Of course not, I'd want you to move on."

Clary opened her eyes and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "And you don't think I'd want the same for you?"

Jace shrugged, "You could have a chance maybe, finding someone else, but me, no I know you are the only one for me."

Clary snorted, "What a double standard."

Jace laughed, "Well, not to worry babe, but this sexy hot body is to smoldering for you to worry about anything, anytime soon, and as long as I'm around to be your hero, baby, well let's just say, I look ten times better than Superman."

Clary smirked, "I don't need a hero."

"Everyone needs a hero. Especially if that hero has a face like this."

Jace motioned to his face as he grinned doing his best sexy face.

Clary considered what he said and shrugged indifferently, "Just one question…"

"Yes?"

"You aren't going to wear really tight blue or red tights are you?"

Jace considered this a moment and then shook his head, "No, red and blue aren't my colors, now black…black or gray those are my colors."

"The world is doomed." Clary mumbled as Jace winked and walked out the door,

"Not doomed, unprepared for me though, I'm too hot to handle."

"Tell me about it." Clary said annoyed as Jace shot her a look.

Simon fought to contain his laughter, as he would give anything to have a video of Jace's face in that moment, he'd replay it over and over and never get tired of the hilarious expression in his eyes.

Jace smirked as his mouth twitched at the corners, his gold eyes shone as he looked
at Clary,

"Come on." He said quietly,

"What?" Clary blinked and looked at him confused, "Why?"

"I need to show you something, it'll only take a moment."

"Okay…" she said suspiciously, "I hope so, I have to go see my mom she needed some help picking a dress, her and Luke are still planning their perfect wedding and she wanted my opinion on a dress."

Jace made a disguised look, "It'll only take a moment, and then God forbid, dresses a man's nightmare."

"Hey, no dissing the female world." She told him with a laugh,

"I'm not, it's just not a place I wish to live, it's terrifying." He replied back, as Clary laughed and said something back, but Simon couldn't make out what it was, their voices faded slightly, as Isabelle turned fully around to look out the door.

"Is it safe?" she whispered, as Simon listened,

"I think so."

Isabelle nodded, her hand reaching for the handle when it turned.

Isabelle sucked in a breath and moved behind the clothes in the back of the closet, flat against the wall blending in the shadows as Simon stopped breathing, the door opened a crack as Simon saw Clary's head poke in,

Isabelle exhaled slowly as Simon released a sigh of relief,

"Okay, I only have a moment Jace is waiting for me in the hall, I'll meet you two outside when I get done here, the alley a block down and across, I'll see you there and then we'll head to the apartment."

"What about the wedding dresses?" Simon asked,

Clary smiled, "I lied, and I don't have to do that until tomorrow."

Simon laughed once, "I like the way you work, Fray. See you soon."

Clary winked and closed the door, as Simon heard her leave and announce to Jace that she had found her lucky pen, whereas he made a comment about it could never be more of a luck charm then his sexiness was.

Simon waited for a minute longer as he heard their voices fade down the long hall, after a moment Simon looked over at Isabelle who was still leaning against the back wall.

"Um…" he began, awkwardly.

She looked at him and for a moment her expression resembled a blank canvas, one of the ones that were no doubt strewn around Clary's room.

"They're out of earshot if that was what you were going to ask." She told him bitterly, as she opened the door letting in all the light from the desk lamp.

Simon looked down at Isabelle's feet and let his eyes travel up her until they rested on the hole in her gear where once a fatal wound had gleamed red with sweet blood, the memory made Simon's mouth go dry as he remembered the scent, his fangs threatened to appear, when he heard a noise and looked at her face.

She had a un amused expression darkening her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips and looked at him.

"See something worth looking at, do we?"

Simon knew if he could still blush he likely would've, as Isabelle stepped out of the closet and Simon followed a moment later, he watched as she went to the window on the far side of Clary's room and look out.

"We should be able to get out this way, so we don't risk running into Alec or my mother." She said, turning to Simon who watched her, he couldn't help but to get the feeling that all that was said that night didn't matter to her any longer, now that she was breathing once again.

He stared at her as memories of their nights together played in his mind, lingering on the sight of her smile.

"Simon?"

He snapped back to reality as she said his name, a skeptical tone in her voice, as the expression she wore seemed to be that of annoyance, and underneath it all worry.

"Are you—?" she began,

"I'm fine." He snapped, as he stalked over to the window and opened it with one easy motion, Isabelle watched him as the cold air of the outside blew in stirring their hair, brown and black around their faces, Simon gazed out and down below, as Isabelle watched him, he brought his head back into the window and caught her eyes on him.

"What?" he asked her, hiding the hurt he felt, the twinge of pain that everything she told him was just because she was dying, and now it meant nothing.

She shook her head, Simon lingered on the sight of her face before him, so close, he had yearned for her to be so near for weeks now, but now that it seemed she was, he wasn't so sure what he was missing, he thought he had missed everything, and although he still missed her so much, it seemed she didn't care anymore. The moonlight lit up her features, her black hair now taken down from how it was pulled up before blew around her in the wind coming through the opened window, her pink lips looked soft and pouty as she eyed him eyeing her.

"Isabelle…" he began, but she silenced him,

"This isn't the time or place to have this conversation."

Frustrated Simon blurted out what he wished to say anyways, not caring if she wished to hear it or not.

"I can't help but to feel everything you told me the night you died was nothing but words with no meaning."

Isabelle looked out the window, as Simon studied her profile, it was sharp but beautiful unlike anyone he had ever seen before, and unlike anything he had ever seen.

Isabelle closed her eyes as she felt the wind upon her face and opened her eyes again, and not looking at Simon she said firmly.

"We should get to the alley like Clary said."

Simon watched as she sat on the window seal and swung one leg out the window onto the ledge below, and then another and stood up looking around.

Simon watched her, completely shattered; his cold heart throbbed in his chest, as Isabelle confirmed all he had suspected. Her words were worthless, empty words that only got his hopes up, and now he knew, all the time he spent with her meant nothing, all the pain he endured after her death meant nothing. He had always been alone.

Poking his head out the window, she was nowhere to be seen until he looked to his left where she stood on a small plat form watching him.

"Are you coming?" she asked, her shiny black hair looked silver in the moonlight, as Simon looked back toward Clary's bedroom door and then with a sigh he climbed out the window, and while balancing closed it tight, and hopped down next to Isabelle.

She flashed a quick grin, so quick Simon was unsure if he had really seen it or just imagined it, but before he could ask she turned away from him and walked to the edge and knelt down looking around.

They were still pretty high up, close to the spires on the roof of the old church that served as the Institute, holy ground Simon once was unable to touch, but at this moment he was grateful that he was able to set foot here, it almost felt as if he may belong here.

You can never belong, Daylighter the Shadowhunters don't care about us, any of us, as soon as they are done using you, they'll drop you faster than they picked you up.

A voice told Simon in the back of his mind, he jumped unsure what it meant or who it was, but too caught up in the moment of getting away from the Institute to ask, so ignoring it, and trying to ignore the true meaning of the words that he knew, he looked down at Isabelle as she inspected the walls and slanted roof.

"How are we going to get down?" he asked her looking around,

"Well, I know how I'm getting down." She said her voice held a hint of excitement; it almost reminded him of Jace.

"How—" he began to say but before he could, he saw her take a short run and jump, hopping off another plat form, and as she kicked off the side of the Institute as if she was flying she landed on the ground nearly twenty feet below without anything but a soft thud. She stood up a grin spread across her face as she turned and looked up at Simon.

Simon felt his mouth hanging opened, as her expression turned into a half smirk, and she watched him.

"Well?" she called to him, as Simon sighed, he hoped this worked.

He jumped as Isabelle had, and landed on the plat form she had just bounded off of, Simon tried to stand but losing his footing fell, sideways he put his arms out to catch his fall and heard a crack, it wasn't until after he felt the pain that he remembered his wrist that Isabelle broke not long ago, he winced although being a vampire meant he healed faster it took longer for a broken bone to heal, and by the sound he had just rebroken what was already beginning to mend.

Kicking off the plat form, and doing a half roll careful not to hit his arm he pushed off using his shoulder and rolled off the plat form, and landed on his feet below next to Isabelle, as he held his arm to his chest and gritted his teeth together.

Simon looked up at the drop he had just taken, and back to Isabelle who was eyeing his wrist.

"What?" Simon asked as he looked down at his arm, and snapped the bones back in place, Isabelle winced at the sound as Simon groaned from the pain that he felt but after it was back in place, he moved his wrist around easily, and feeling satisfied with his fix he looked at Isabelle with a half smile.

"I'm sorry about your wrist, by the way." She told him, as he shrugged.

"Don't sweat it, I'm okay now."

She nodded, but he got the feeling she wasn't convinced, but he felt he didn't owe her anything else, so instead he changed the subject.

"Should we get to the alley now?"

Isabelle silently nodded and turned as they both walked toward the city away from the Institute and away from the family that grieved for its lost sister and daughter, not knowing that in some way she was with them again, and high above them, on the roof a dark shape watched with an amused expression, illuminated by the pale light, the shadowy figured jumped to the ground and followed behind silently and unseen like that of a deathly calm before the coming storm.

another kind of cliff hanger there, who is watching them? are they friend or foe? could it be Sebastian or someone else entirely? a lot of questions...anyways, i think the Jace/Clary part was okay...i'm sure it could've been better, but everytime i think of Jace's character i sort of draw a blank, but trust me my sister is coaching me on how to write in his sort of witty nature, so i'm sure the other parts involing Jace that will appear in the story (and for Malec fans there will be some of them too :D) it will be A LOT better...so next chaper hopefully either tomorrow or the next day, depending on edits and what happens in the day, so i'm going to shut up now and let all get on with life, lol. as always if you enjoy this story, let me know even if you hate it let me know, please review! it helps me a lot! even if you just say hi, it's still a review. :) thanks for reading!