i'm back! and with another chapter :) the next should be done soon and i'm excited lol because it'll be in Magnus POV :D so i hope it's something fun to look forward too, also i hope everything in this chapter came out alright i do kind of like it! soooo...review and PM me to tell me what you think or if anyone has any questions! Enjoy! Thank you for reading and Happy Holidays! :)

TMI & characters belong to Cassandra Clare and the poem to the name stated below. Thanks again!

Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame;
It is the reflex of our
earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but
translates the language of the heart.'Desire'

by

Samuel Taylor Coleidge

"Welcome, welcome!" Magnus announced as he waved his arms about as they walked up the stairs to his flat, even though they had been there before, Magnus seemed to enjoy the dramatic entrance, so Simon and Isabelle kept quiet as he did so.

"Welcome back to my lovely and charming abode, if I do say so myself, which I do, because I just did," Magnus told them as he unlocked the door, and ushered them in, before shutting it behind himself.

Simon looked around the room, and noted it hadn't looked much different from the last time,

"Doesn't look like you've done a lot to the place, other than new furniture and…colors,"

The color scheme appeared to be bright neon, with numerous modern moon chairs and couches with large polka dots, and fluffy pillows.

"Thank you, I'm so glad you noticed." Magnus replied, hanging up his coat, as Isabelle looked around, and Simon couldn't help but get the feeling she was feeling incredibly awkward, a feeling Simon wasn't used to feeling coming off Isabelle, as she spoke, her voice slightly shaky.

"Do you ever tidy this place up? Like, at all?"

Magnus looked at her, his mouth twitching at the corners, "No, is there a problem?"

"No." she replied, "No problem, just a question."

Simon watched her as she shrugged, and Magnus grinned once more, before saying a quick,

"Excellent. Then I won't have to kick you out."

Isabelle smirked as Simon heard Magnus laugh, as he turned and spoke to them again,

"You won't likely be found here, as you know, so you may use the guest room again, I hope you remember where it is."

"I do." Isabelle answered, before Simon could,

"Great, glad we don't have to go through that again." Magnus replied, as Isabelle smirked once more, and turned, announcing over her shoulder,

"I'm going to go change into the appropriate sleep wear, be right back." As she disappeared down the hall,

Magnus stood shaking his head, as Simon stood awkwardly looking after Isabelle,

Now's my chance, he thought, my chance to see if I can find out what they were talking about back at my apartment.

"Um…" Simon began, unsure how to begin, as Magnus turned toward him,

"Yes?" his gold green cat eyes held curiosity,

Simon swallowed hard and then spoke, "What exactly, were you, Clary and Isabelle talking about before at the apartment?

Simon watched as Magnus stared at him, his expression unreadable but strangely playful, as he waited for his answer, but of course he didn't get the one he expected.

"Why don't you ask Isabelle? I'm sure she would rather tell you what it all meant, other than me, not that I'm not willing to explain just, you should ask her." Magnus held back a laugh, which made Simon nervous, what could it be? Something bad? Something good? Simon wanted to know, and he wanted to know as fast as he could find out, but he knew that getting it out of Isabelle would likely be no easy task, since she never would talk to him about anything.

Simon sighed to himself, and thought of a subject to change to, as he waited for Isabelle to get done changing.

"Do you still love Alec?" Simon asked, as he let the words pour out, making Magnus snap his head around, his expression shadowed, as he stared at Simon.

"What?"

Simon looked at Magnus head on and repeated, "Do you still love Alec?"

Magnus eyed Simon for several moments, and after realizing he meant a real answer, and wasn't being sarcastic, Magnus replied slowly.

"Yeah. I do. But I think his betrayal to Camille reopened some old wounds."

Simon took this in, as Magnus looked away from him, but it didn't stop Simon from asking another question, "Do you think, you two could ever have a future again?"

Magnus smiled softly at the thought and replied, looking out the window at the now completely darkened city. "I don't know, I won't say it's impossible, but right now, no, not right now."

"Oh." Simon said, quietly, as he watched Magnus turn from the window and looked at him, he opened his mouth to talk, when the far door on the end opened, and they both turned to see Isabelle emerge, just as they had back at Simon's apartment, when she came out from taking a shower.

Only this time, she was in only one of Simon's old t-shirts that he had left behind the last time he were at Magnus's apartment.

Simon was speechless, as he always was when he saw Isabelle in just one of his shirts, her long legs poking out from under the hem of the shirt, as she walked forward to them, and stopped as she took in their watching her.

"Okay." She began, her voice annoyed, "I'm really tired of being stared at."

Magnus chuckled as he turned away, and Simon too looked away being snapped out of his thoughts, leaving Isabelle smirking, her hands on her hips, as Magnus turned and walked toward a closed door, and then stopped to turn back to them.

"Now, I shall go in my room and continue research on these runes we need to know more about," he said, gaining a nod from Simon and an okay from Isabelle.

They watched as Magnus turned, but then froze and turned back around with a wide grin on his face, the grin wide enough it made Simon uncomfortable, as he looked from Isabelle to Simon and said,

"Now, you two kids have fun, but make sure you tone it down others are trying to sleep."

Simon knowing normally his face doesn't grow warm with a blush any longer, felt his expression grow hot, with the reddening of his cheeks, as Magnus chuckled holding a finger to his lips signaling to be quiet, as he turned and disappeared into his room, Simon stared after him, and realized how strangely quiet Isabelle was, causing Simon to turn around to face her.

"Isabelle? Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She replied, her voice sounding tired, "Just tired,"

Simon watched as she looked at him with a light smile, "It's been a long day…"

"Yeah. That's true."

Isabelle nodded as she went silent, and Simon stood slightly awkward until finally he broke the silence,

"Okay, well let's head to our rooms?" Simon suggested the awkward tension in the room after the comment from Magnus was leaving him dizzy and his head spinning, as Isabelle nodded and turned to follow Simon as he walked down the hall to the guest rooms.

Simon and Isabelle each stopped at two different doors, across from one another, as Simon swallowed trying not to look directly at Isabelle, he said,

"I guess this is goodnight until tomorrow?" he said quietly,

"No, not quite." She replied, a sly tone in her voice, as Simon began to ask what she meant, when she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled her into her room, where Simon stumbled in and looked around completely awkward, knowing exactly what had happened last time, in the exact same room.

"Uh…" Simon began, "You sure I should be in here, this is your room?"

"Yes. Why not? You stayed in here before once with me," She answered digging around for something in the dresser, "And I don't want to be alone, please stay with me?"

Simon watched Isabelle, as he remembered she was right, he had stayed with her once before in that very room, Simon kept his eyes on her as the dark brown of them shone brightly with pleading for him to stay, and finally, although reluctant, and trying not to remember the last time they had been there, together in the same room, Simon sighed and said,

"Okay, I guess I can do that, sure."

Simon saw Isabelle grin, but something about it seemed off, what was she thinking? Simon wasn't sure he wanted to know, something about being in the dim lit room again with Isabelle made him nervous, he remembered clearly what had happened the last time they had been at Magnus's apartment in the exact same room, although he knew all the trying not to remember, would just make his mind remind him over and over, regardless if he wanted it to or not.

Simon shifted a little awkward as he gazed around the room and Isabelle turned to look at him, Simon looked up at her eyes as he saw the golden brown hue of them light up around the black of her pupil.

Simon swallowed casually as he moved his eyes away from her, and spoke after clearing his throat,

"It's just as I remember it." He commented, about the room,

Isabelle leaned against the dresser her back against the front of it, her arms were slightly spread out but dangled down over the drawer she had closed after she was looking through it.

"Yes, it is, I wonder if Magnus kept it like this on purpose," Isabelle asked, her voice held a lazy tone, that did make her sound tired,

Simon turned to her slightly as she looked up at him, but remained silent, when he spoke again,

"How does he know about things that seem to happen?" Simon asked halfway to himself, halfway to Isabelle.

Isabelle shrugged as she stood up straight, no longer leaning against the dresser, "Only way I can figure is he's an old, old warlock…The tend to have powers that nobody knows about, maybe he just knows…"

Simon laughed once as Isabelle looked at him, her mouth in a line, and he replied after seeing her expression,

"Yes, I guess that could be it, because that makes a lot of sense."

"Well, think about it Simon, how else would you explain it? Nobody tells him half of what he knows, he just knows." She said to him, as she crossed the small distance from the dresser to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, the shirt she wore bunched up in the back.

Simon turned away again, as he tried not to look at Isabelle, and stood at the door, he knew he shouldn't be there, in her room there were other rooms that he could stay in.

"I'm…" he began, closing his eyes as he turned his head to look at her, opening his eyes slightly again, "I'm going to head to another room and—" he began, but never got to finish.

"What?" Isabelle turned around; an expression of alarm crossed her features, her eyes widened, as Simon watched her.

Simon turned around fully to face her, her dark eyes were wide and held a sense of not wanting to be alone, but Simon couldn't help but to feel like something in her look meant more than just her wanting him to stay with her, of not wanting to be alone.

"You told me you would stay," Isabelle whispered, just loud enough for him to hear her, Simon looked away from her toward the small window on the other side of the room, he wasn't sure what it was about Isabelle that made him weak in the knees or what it was about her that made his heart and will break when she pleaded for him to stay with her, Simon sighed, unsure what to decide, but he knew that being there seemed to be the most important to her, and he didn't want to upset her or cause any emotional friction if he told her he wouldn't stay.

Simon took a deep breath, despite the feeling of tension in the air after the joke Magnus had made moments ago, and looked at Isabelle who was looking away from him, and said,

"Okay, I'll stay,"

Isabelle moved to glance at him, as she nodded slowly a small smile on her lips, but Simon noticed it didn't touch her eyes, as she motioned him to move to set next to her, Simon looked awkwardly around the room once more before he moved over to set next to her on the edge of the bed.

Isabelle moved over a little to make room for him to set next to her, and as he did, Simon folded his hands on this lap slowly as he looked over at her, Isabelle watched him, and Simon couldn't help to get the feeling that there was something she wanted to say, but Simon knew Isabelle had never been great at revealing her inner thoughts, he knew she was still reluctant to open up to him.

"Simon," her voice was even, as she spoke, bringing him out of his thoughts, as he watched her listening, she looked into his eyes when she continued, "There's something I want to talk to you about…"

Simon looked sideways at Isabelle, as she gazed back at him, her eyes strangely widened and held a sort of innocence that Simon would never have guessed he would see in her gaze, and not exactly sure where this was going, Simon swallowed and replied,

"Okay."

Isabelle took a deep breath as she gazed away from his face, and tucked a strand of long dark hair behind her ear as Simon noticed she bit her bottom lip, as if she were thinking how to begin.

Simon waited patiently, although he could've help but to feel nervous, after everything they had gone through, after what they had learned he was worried, what could Isabelle possibly want to talk to him about? He wondered if this is what Magnus had talked about, that he should ask Isabelle, had what she wanted to talk about have anything to do with what her, Magnus, and Clary had talked about back at the apartment before they left, and what her and Clary were talking about when they stepped away from them?

Simon couldn't help the curiosity building in him, but he also felt the familiar twinge of worry and fear, what if what she wanted to talk about meant she wanted him to leave? What if she realized she didn't need him, Simon couldn't bear the thought, and pushed it away as Isabelle began to speak, and he was just as glad as he was worried, glad for her voice bringing his thinking to an end and worried for if his thoughts held some truth to what she wanted to talk to him about.

"You know I care about you?" Isabelle spoke calmly, as she looked back to Simon, and he looked at her and nodded slowly, taking in her words.

"Yes?"

Isabelle looked down at her hands and continued, "I just want to say, that I'm grateful for you Simon, I might not show it and I may have told you this before, but I think it's worth repeating, I'm glad you're here."

Simon watched her as she looked up at him, and Simon remained silent as she bit her lip and continued,

"I know I still have a long way to go before I can say for certain everything in my heart, but right now I can say that, I don't know where I'd be without you, with this rune shaking up my emotions within, making me feel crazy and like there's no hope, but you help with those feelings a lot…"

Simon nodded, and looked out the window a few feet away from them; Isabelle sighed and spoke again,

"I know you're probably unhappy about what happened when we got back to the apartment…and I want to address it."

Simon turned his head and looked at Isabelle, whose eyes held a spark of remorse, when he answered her calmly,

"I know it was the power of the rune, your emotions were unpredictable we were warned it would happen…"

Isabelle shook her head slowly, "It wasn't only just that, it was the emotions I was feeling that I want to talk about."

Simon blinked looking at her, unsure if he was following what she was trying to say, he opened his mouth to ask what she meant, when Isabelle laughed and stood up and spoke before he could.

"I was jealous," she whispered, "Jealous and I blame Clary for all this, everything happening…"

She turned to face Simon, as he stood looking at her, Simon could feel the confused look coming across his features,

"Jealous of Clary, but why you never have been before?" Simon asked, as he remained seated on the edge of the bed,

Isabelle ran a hand through her long hair, and exhaled a deep breath, before she spoke again,

"Because, well because in a way I always have been,"

"Why?" Simon asked, his tone suggesting he was genuinely interested, he wanted to know.

Isabelle looked at Simon, her dark eyes narrowing as if the question he asked had an obvious explanation,

"Have you noticed nothing?" she asked, her tone wasn't angry but more, unreadable as Simon watched her, Isabelle shook her head, crossing her arms across her chest as she gazed out the window.

She sighed, as Simon watched her for several minutes, before she turned to him, her eyes strangely bright,

"It's because you two are so close, Simon, wherever Clary goes you go, wherever you go she goes…you can't live without each other, and I want that I want something like that, I want…I want…" she paused shaking her head, and began to pace before she finally stopped when Simon spoke.

"Is that what it's about, Izzy? You're jealous of Clary before of the closeness we have with each other? You know we could have that too, but you won't let anyone close to you,"

Simon watched as Isabelle stopped pacing and paused, Simon waited, surely expecting a smart comment or a snide remark, but none came, all that came was a surprising laugh, a light chuckle which left Simon confused as Isabelle covered her face with her hands, her body shaking as she laughed and finally she stood straight, her eyes glued to the window, as the dim light of the outside poured in, when she spoke once more,

"I'm worse at this than I thought…"

Simon didn't answer as he turned away from her, and remained silent, he felt her eyes turn toward him but he refused to look at her, she wasn't making any sense, all she was doing was confusing him, what did she mean? What did any of this have to do with anything at all?

Simon was unsure, but he just knew it had been a long day and he was beginning to get tired, so finally giving in, he turned to face Isabelle.

"What is this all about, Isabelle?" he asked calmly, she turned to face him her pale features illuminated in the pale light, her dark eyes watched him intently, as she opened her mouth to speak.

"I want to open up to you Simon…" she said softly, turning away,

Simon blinked, not being able to help the shocked feeling he felt, had he heard her right? Had Isabelle really said she wanted to open up to him? Was he just hearing things?

No. His mind told him, No; she wants to open up to you…

So without thinking at all, Simon stood up and slowly went over to Isabelle, she hid her face away from him at first, until Simon turned her body to face him, her eyes coming up to meet his, as their gazes locked, Simon could see deep within Isabelle's eyes that she told the truth, something about her gaze told him that she wanted to tell him something important, something that somehow the words just wouldn't come out right for, was it that complicated that she couldn't find the words to tell him what she wanted to say? Simon knew he had to find out what she wanted to tell him, this was the first time Isabelle had wanted to open up to him, and he wasn't about to let the moment slip away, he wasn't about to let her change her mind before she could tell him what she wished for him to know, he knew he had to somehow help her find the words she needed, a way she could tell him.

"You don't have to hide from me, you can tell me anything, doesn't matter what." Simon told her quietly, he looked at her face as she nodded,

"Yes, but sometimes…I've never tried to open up to anyone, you have to understand it's hard for me," she whispered, Simon nodded,

"I know, I know it is, but all you can do is try, won't you try?"

Isabelle watched Simon, her expression changing, as Simon gazed at her, and before he knew it, she had pulled him down to her, this lips crashing together as one, surprised and alarmed at first, Simon stiffened unsure what had happened, or what had caused Isabelle to react the way she did, but even as Simon was confused by the sudden rush or passion, it didn't take him long to be consumed into Isabelle's kiss, it didn't take long at all before he lost sense of reality, of time and all there was before him and all that was in his mind was Isabelle.

Simon let his hands wander from her shoulders down to her waist as he held her to him, her hands flat against his chest, as he felt the warmth coming from her, the heat of Isabelle sinking into him as she pushed him backwards, not breaking the connection between them, the rush of heat between them igniting like a flame deep within, a flame Simon knew he could never get enough of, and wondered if Isabelle had felt the same.

Simon felt the edge of the bed bump against his leg, but even that didn't break the connection between them, as their lips moved together, Simon felt Isabelle's heart beat faster, the blood in her veins singing as she pushed them down on the bed, Simon beneath her as he moved his hands to the small of her back, as she let out a soft moan against him, her hands moving from his chest to the hem of his shirt, Simon stiffened, as he felt Isabelle's hands move underneath his shirt caressing the bare skin of his stomach, Simon looked down as she broke the kiss, her hands working at the button on his jeans, his shirt pulled up revealing the pale bare skin of his stomach.

Simon fought to catch his breath, as he tried to set up, but Isabelle stopped him, looping a finger in one of the belt loops of his jeans, as she got the stiff button undone and looked at Simon, who looked at Isabelle wide eyed.

"Izzy, what are you—?"

He began, as she put a finger to his lips, silencing him,

"Don't talk," she commanded, her voice purring, as she went to work at the zipper of his jeans next, Simon had suddenly become uncomfortable, and sat up suddenly startling Isabelle, as she hopped off his lap, landing on her feet in front of him.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice holding alarm and a sense of confused fear,

Isabelle cocked an eyebrow, "I…" she began,

"What?" he asked, as he re buttoned his jeans, and stood up,

"I want you…" she spoke, her eyes shining as she gazed at him, her hands limply by her sides,

Simon felt his skin flush, as he narrowed his eyes at Isabelle, finally catching on to what she had wanted to tell him.

"Wait…you mean to tell me, all this talk, back at the apartment, with Clary it was about…"

Simon's voice trailed off, as Isabelle looked away, her silence was all the answer he needed.

"Isabelle…" he said, swallowing his voice cracking, "I can't…"

Isabelle snapped her head back to look at him, "Why?"

"I…I just…" Simon stumbled over himself, as he looked away, he couldn't believe he didn't pick up on it before, the jokes Magnus made, and the way Clary looked worried after finding out about the runes power, Isabelle being strangely affectionate toward him.

"I thought you said you cared?" her voice held a bitter tone, as Simon looked back at her, he could see her expression clearly in the dim light, and he could see that she was upset.

"I do, it's not that, it's just…the rune, you know what it could do with heightened emotions…" Simon defended, his words coming out so fast they sounded jumbled together,

Isabelle didn't appear to care, and her next words confirmed it, "You're scared what the rune might do? I don't care about the rune! I want you Simon! In every possible way, while I still feel me, we don't know if this rune will alter me in any way at all, we don't know what the curse even is, I want this, I want this before I'm not myself anymore…I want you!" she shrieked at him, her voice cracking at the end,

Simon blinked, unsure what to say, he had upset her, that was apparent he didn't know how he could explain what he felt, of course he wanted Isabelle just the same, but he wasn't sure he was ready, he knew he had no idea what he was doing, and he knew that it scared the hell out of him to know he had no idea what he was doing, but could he tell that to her, tell her he was scared of where their relationship was taking them?

Simon gazed at Isabelle, their eyes locked, as he tried to find the words to say, the words that would make everything okay, but none came, and he remained silent.

Isabelle broke their gazes and looked away, "So that's it then, you really don't care…"

"I never said that!" Simon retorted, raising his voice, Isabelle's cold gaze flicked back to him,

"Well that sure seems like how it is, I just confessed to you Simon, just confessed what I feel, what I want by showing you and you act like you don't want any part of it, are you not attracted to me at all?"

"This has nothing to do with that! Of course I'm attracted to you Izzy! I always have been,"

She laughed once without humor, looking away from him, "Yeah well it sure seems like it,"

Simon gazed at her, as she continued, "Do you even want what I do? Do you even feel that at all?"

"Yes! I do! I want you Isabelle, it's just…" he paused,

"Just what?" she growled, her tone edgy,

Simon blinked at her, it's just I'm scared of the outcome, what may happen between us afterward…

Swallowing hard, Simon turned away; knowing he couldn't tell Isabelle he was scared, that would make him out to be a coward, he couldn't tell her he was afraid what would happen to them, their relationship if he gave into their desires.

"I'm not ready," he whispered, as he looked back to Isabelle, her eyes were dark, so dark they looked black in the light, as she closed them and turned away toward the dresser,

"Not ready?" she repeated, her tone quiet, void of emotion, "Not ready? What does that mean Simon? What does that mean?"

Simon gazed at her as she opened a drawer and dug around in it again, and he opened his mouth to speak when he realized what she was doing,

She was pulling on clothes, changing into another outfit,

"Where…where are you going?"

"Is that really any of your business?" she snapped,

Simon remained silent, as he turned away from her, several minutes later when she spoke again; she was already fully clothed as she pushed her long black hair over her shoulders.

"Do you know how this looks to me?" she asked him, Simon turned to her, noting her unreadable expression,

"Well?"

He shook his head, as she exhaled a breath and began, "It looks like you don't want me, at all, I put myself out there, do you know how hard it is for me to feel trust to you, for me to believe that maybe you won't shatter my heart?"

Simon turned to face her as he listened,

"I put myself out there, I couldn't find the words to express what I felt, I thought showing you would be better, and you push me away…"

Simon watched as she looked down away from him, her voice cracking at the end, Simon swallowed stepping forward to get closer to her, to reach out and touch her, when she looked up, freezing him in his tracks, her face turned up into a scowl.

"Isabelle, it's not like that…" Simon whispered, he didn't like to fight, didn't like to argue,

Isabelle's eyes shone, and Simon realized they were tears, tears no doubt she was fighting back, because Simon knew very well, Isabelle rarely cried.

"Then how is it, Simon? How if not you pushing me away, how is it if you feel anything for me?"

Simon took a deep breath, this was it, he had to find the words to explain, he had to, or else he knew she wouldn't ever try to open to him again.

"It's just, I want you too, Isabelle, I want it too so much, but…with the rune and what we know, how it works, what it can do and what we don't know it could do, I don't know if I'm ready to take the risk, I don't want to risk either of us getting hurt, especially not you, and I don't feel it's the right time…"

Isabelle smirked, as he finished, her face turning into a permanent frown as she spoke again, her tone holding no emotion.

"If not now, when?"

"I don't know." Simon admitted truthfully, he watched as Isabelle shook her head before looking back at him, her eyes holding a hint of that emotion he was unsure of again, the emotion of the void, showing none.

"I don't feel your trying hard enough, I'm sorry, Simon." She said, softly, as she turned and opened the door, stepping out, Simon followed after her,

"Where are you going?" he asked, alarm in his tone, as the thought of the demons disguised at Jace and Alec were out there, Sebastian was out there, and who knows what else was out there that could be looking for Isabelle, and she was planning to leave.

"I need to be alone…" she answered not looking at him, as she continued down the small hallway in Magnus's apartment,

"Then be alone, I can go to a different room, but you can't leave its not safe!" Simon pleaded, as he tried to stop her, but Isabelle moved forward until they stood in the untidy living room of Magnus's apartment.

Isabelle smirked and turned to Simon who took a step back at the anger masking her expression as she spoke,

"I don't think it's any of your concern where I go, and I need to be alone, meaning away from you, so I can think, I need to get my thoughts together and I can't do that here."

"But…Alec, Jace…the demons…Sebastian…" Simon began, naming off a few he knew was looking for her, and Isabelle didn't seem fazed by any of it at all.

"I don't care Simon, you're not my boss! I can do what I want, and go where I want."

Simon opened his mouth to speak again when the far door opened and Magnus poked his head out, as he raised an eyebrow.

"Lover's spat?" he asked, his tone mildly sarcastic,

"I'll give something a spat," Isabelle growled narrowing her eyes as she looked to Simon, who swallowed again, trying to dissolve the lump developing in his throat, he looked quickly to Magnus as he stepped out of his room and watched them, a slight look of concern clouded his expression, but mostly all Simon saw was raw amusement.

Simon went to speak again, when Isabelle opened her mouth as she stepped toward the front door,

"Goodbye, Simon…" she told him, not meeting his eyes, as she looked to Magnus, and nodded once, Simon watched her as she opened the door and disappeared out of it with a loud bang as the lock clicked.

Simon sighed deeply, and turned to Magnus who still gazed at the door, and whistled once,

"Damn, what did you do to make her mad?"

Simon looked to Magnus, as he picked up on the amused tone, and the small grin that danced on the corners of Magnus's mouth, told Simon he already knew of part of what was going on, and Simon didn't see the need to explain when the warlock appeared to have been using his tricks to know more than anyone wanted him to.

"You already know, so why are you asking?" Simon told him bitterly, as Magnus sighed,

"Because, it's so much more interesting when I hear it from the source,"

"Well you're not getting anything from this source," Simon barked, as he turned to collapse down into one of the brightly colored green moon chairs near him.

Magnus looked toward the door where Isabelle had just disappeared though and said, "Tisk, tisk, so much drama."

Simon sighed and leaned his head back against the moon chair, looking up at the ceiling, as he saw Magnus's shadow move by him to take a seat next to him.

Simon looked over to him as Magnus stared straight ahead, and spoke, "So what happened? I know the gist of what went down, but not all the little details."

Simon looked to Magnus as he gazed at him, his gold green cat eyes asking the questions as much as his words and Simon also noted the playful grin as well.

Sighing, knowing he wasn't likely to get out of this without giving the warlock at least a few details he decided to go ahead and talk.

"She feels that since I said no to her advances that I'm not attracted to her or want her the way she wants me, she feels that since she opened up, to show me that she wants me all the way that by my refusing means, I don't like her as I said."

Simon finished speaking and sighed leaning forward in the moon chair to cover his face with his hands, as Magnus took in the words, and finally replied,

"Well…she is a little right, if you put that much out there, usually your confident the other person wants what you do, so I guess by your refusing, made her feel like you didn't desire her enough, which in a way…hurt her feelings."

Simon snapped his head around to look at Magnus, "Hurt her feelings?"

Magnus's eyes glittered in the light of the apartment, as he nodded, "Yes."

Simon shook his head slowly looking away, "I wasn't aware anyone could hurt Isabelle's feelings, they always seem so guarded, so iron hard…"

Magnus laughed, as Simon looked back at him, "What?"

"Everyone can get their feelings hurt, even if they don't show it, they do, and even the toughest badass on the planet can get their feelings hurt."

"Yeah, well I don't know about Jace, whom you described but okay." Simon murmured,

Magnus nodded in agreement, "Yeah, maybe your right, more like the toughest bad ass just gets his ego hurt, but then he just makes up for it, by killing something."

Simon nodded, "Agreed."

Magnus chuckled, as he continued, "Yes, but back to Isabelle, she may not show that you hurt her feelings, but I'm pretty sure you did, but the only question that remains is, if you want her as much as she wants you, why did you say no?"

Simon watched Magnus, as the warlock gazed at him; Simon took in his words, unsure how to answer, could he tell Magnus what he couldn't tell Isabelle? Simon felt that he could, and he knew he had to tell someone, had to admit what he felt.

"I…I refused because I'm scared." Simon admitted, as he looked to Magnus next to him, Magnus's mouth twitched as his cat eyes gleamed, Simon was waiting for a sarcastic comeback, but instead all Magnus was said,

"Well, I can't blame you there…Isabelle can be intimidating."

Simon laughed once, and replied, "Yeah."

"Why didn't you just tell her?" Magnus wondered,

Simon shrugged slowly, looking away from him, "I guess I was worried, that she'd see me as weak…or something…"

Magnus nodded, with a small laugh, "Young love, always so complicated but so fun."

Simon shot Magnus a look, as he laughed,

"I don't think Isabelle could see you as weak, Simon…after all, she was the one that just admitted she wanted sex, with you, and only you."

Simon flinched at the word, but wasn't sure why, he never had before, he had even talked about it numerous times before.

Yeah, but you weren't known as the drop dead oozing sex appeal vampire then as you are now, Simon thought reminding himself, Simon knew it was true, when he so carelessly talked on the subject before, it didn't bother him, it never did until the act almost came to him, he had never been afraid of the thought, but something about Isabelle, the way she so carelessly unbuttoned his jeans, the way her fingers worked at it, it seemed she knew exactly what she was doing, and Simon knew, the fact that she knew what she was doing, and he had no idea, he knew that that was what scared him.

He sighed, deeply, as Magnus looked back over at him,

"What?"

"I think…" Simon began, thinking on what he just had conjured in his mind, "I think what scares me more than just Isabelle, being…Isabelle, is the fact that she seemed to know what she was doing, and me…I haven't the slightest idea whatsoever."

Simon sunk down in the moon chair more, as if he was in shame, when Magnus just nodded,

"That's normal."

Simon looked over at him, as he furrowed his eyebrows and gazed at Magnus who looked over at him,

"What?" Simon asked, confused,

Magnus sighed lightly and spoke, "That is a normal feeling, if you're in a relationship with someone who knows all about the sexual act where you don't, of course it will make you nervous to know that they know a lot more than you, and you have no idea what you're doing…but my best advice is just, go with it, don't think about it, just let the moment happen!"

Simon stared at Magnus, his mouth slightly agape, as the warlock looked over at him, raising an eyebrow,

"What?"

"Just let the moment happen?" Simon asked, alarmed,

"Yes, well, how else will you learn?" Magnus replied, his tone matter-of-fact,

Simon sat up straight, "So you're saying to get over the fear just…do it and then, won't be afraid anymore?"

"Exactly."

Simon sighed, he was beginning to feel dizzy again, unsure of the current revelation he was just beholden to, or if from the whole darned situation.

After what seemed like several moments of awkward silence, Simon sighed and spoke again, shaking his head,

"I screwed up then didn't I?"

Magnus smiled, his eyes dancing as he replied, "Well, technically you didn't screw up since you didn't—"

In a flash Simon stood up from the moon chair and spoke, "Okay! Okay! I get it; please don't go into technicals!"

Magnus looked up at Simon, his smile widening as he nodded, "Okay, I guess we'll save that discussion for a later time."

Simon watched as Magnus stood up, and look at him, Simon exhaled a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, when Magnus spoke again,

"Who would've known, that a teenage vampire boy would ever be so nervous about being together with a beautiful deadly young woman…"

Simon smirked, "Stop being ironic,"

Magnus laughed, "I can't Ironic is my middle name."

"Whatever," Simon mumbled, but he knew Magnus was right, since when had he been scared of the thought of intimate pleasures? Sure Isabelle scared him, but that didn't mean he hadn't thought about it now or then when he was with her, Simon knew it was silly, he loved Isabelle more than he ever thought he could love someone after Clary, he wanted her as much as she admitted she wanted him.

Simon paused, as he realized all that Isabelle had admitted, she practically admitted everything he had wanted to hear, wanted to believe, she admitted she wanted him. Beautiful, amazing, Isabelle, wanted him.

She had admitted it, and he was too caught up in being scared and worried to realize how big of a milestone it actually was, sure she hadn't said she loved him like she once did, but it was close, it was so close, that Simon realized if he hadn't been so harsh, hadn't been so scared of himself, for all he knew she could've told him that too, she could've admitted she loved him too.

Simon stood, realizing how incredibly stupid he was, and how much of a huge screw up he really was, how he had messed up everything, just by not paying attention to Isabelle's words, he hadn't paid attention to what she was actually saying, he was too shocked in what she had admitted she wanted to do, to realize it was so much more than that, that Isabelle had admitted so much more than just sex, she had wanted him, every possible way.

Every way she possibly could have him.

Simon turned back to Magnus who raised an eyebrow again, "Something up?"

"I'm an idiot." Simon told him, as Magnus looked at him in disbelief,

"Well, I'm not one to point such things out but, if you really want my opinion I'd be happy to give it,"

"No," Simon began, "I'm an idiot,"

"Yes," Magnus replied, "You just said that,"

Simon shook his head, "I should find Isabelle, I have to find Isabelle…"

Turning from Magnus, Simon turned toward the door, but as he did, he stood back shocked at seeing that Magnus was already blocking his way.

"May I suggest, I go find Isabelle, she's more likely to talk to me than you at the moment, after this little quarrel you've both had, and it's been a long day and tomorrow could be longer yet, you need to rest," Magnus told him, as Simon gazed, blinking at Magnus and after several minutes, Simon sighed and agreed.

"Okay, your right, you're more likely to find her, I guess…"

"Yes," Magnus nodded, as Simon turned away from the door to look out the window on the far side of the room, as Magnus grabbed his coat off the coat rack near the door and shrugged it on before turning to Simon, who was looking out the window.

"Well…before I go, there's something I'd like to give you,"

Simon turned around, confused as he watched Magnus walk over to a stack of books on a shelf, as he pulled out a book, the same size as a composition book, but as Simon saw the book in Magnus's hands as he neared him, he saw it was bound in a deep dark burgundy red leather, with a tie holding the tome shut as it wrapped around the book several times.

"What's this?" Simon asked, as Magnus put the book in Simon's hands, the leather beneath his fingers was soft and worn as if it had been through many lifetimes.

"It's a journal I obtained for you, to record all your dreams you have had and might have,"

Simon looked up at Magnus, his eyes fading from golden green to just golden, a color Simon had noticed usually only became dominate when something either worried or puzzled Magnus.

Simon looked back down at the book, holding it with both hands, when Magnus spoke again, quieter this time than before.

"If you write down every detail you can remember, and everything you told me, and keep them all together, we might better find clues to what they mean, and what they might have to do with the Bone Star runes, and Zaiphiens, Nephilim, and Nephalem."

Simon nodded, "We might find a way to help Isabelle,"

Magnus and Simon locked gazes as Magnus nodded,

"Yes, it's possible we can,"

Simon looked back down at the book in his hands, before he looked at Magnus and said,

"Thank you,"

"No problem," Magnus replied, as he patted Simon on the shoulder, before he turned to go stand by the door, he turned back to Simon who watched him, and spoke again, "You, get some sleep, we have lots of work to do finding out who is controlling these demons disguised as Jace and Alec, make sure your rested up, I'll find Isabelle."

"Okay, I will." Simon told him, as Magnus saluted with a laugh and opened the door, disappearing out it, and shutting it quietly behind him with a soft click.

Simon sighed, as he turned away from the door, holding the leather bound journal in his hands as he walked to the window and gazed out it to the night before him, the lights, and the sounds, everything that made the city before him the home he had always known and remembered.

Simon smiled slowly to himself, as once again he thought of how much things had changed, and how much his world was flung upside down in just a few months, how everything he had known was challenged, how he had jumped headfirst after Clary into a world neither of them had understood, and whereas once Simon might have regretted it, might have hated everything that had happened, but now as he thought of it, gazing out into the city of New York, the home of mundanes, Downworlders, and Shadowhunters alike, Simon knew he didn't regret anything, that everything that had happened, although having consequence, although most of everything that happened was terrible, still, Simon knew some good things had become of it all, one was he was still with Clary, no matter what he knew their friendship would always be there, no matter what, they were inseparable, Simon knew that what Isabelle had said before about him and Clary were true, wherever he went she followed, and wherever she had gone he would follow as well, that was how their friendship made them, and Simon knew that it would never change.

Simon sighed as he thought on the other good things that had come from following Clary into the unknown, he had met Magnus, although at first, he knew Magnus didn't want much to do with any of them, but that changed quickly, Simon knew mostly because of Alec, but Simon also figured that since he had become a vampire, Magnus was the only one that could help him get over the immortality issue, the feeling of being alone for eternity.

Then there was, the Lightwoods, Simon knew Alec didn't like him much at all, but he also knew mainly it was because of Isabelle.

Simon smiled wider at the thought of Isabelle, but he knew he always grinned like an idiot when she came to mind, he wasn't sure why other than how perfect he found her to be, although he knew Isabelle was far from perfect, nobody was perfect, but in his mind, she was his perfect, his form of perfection, he knew it was just in something of how amazing she was, she was surely one of the good things that came from his new life.

As Simon continued to think on the subject of his life and how it had changed in such a short time, he grew to find the he even considered Jace a good thing to his new life, sure at first he hated Jace, and Jace didn't like him at all either, but Simon got the feeling that now, although they'd never per se be friends, they weren't hate driven enemies anymore, as they had been before.

Simon listened to the sounds of the night, as he turned away from the window, and the city before him, his mind wandering wouldn't help him wrap his head around all that was happening then, he gazed down at the journal he held in his hands, the leather bound book Magnus had given him to write down the weird dreams he had been having, the ones where somehow he and Isabelle switched places, her the vampire, him the Shadowhunter, but Simon couldn't help to wonder that now with the new information they had on the rune and the Bone Star style, that now Isabelle had demon blood in her veins, if somehow that all the strange dreams he had had were just that, strange dreams.

Simon walked away from the window, and the sleepless city out beyond the apartment in which he stood, and willed himself to believe that there wasn't a hidden meaning to the dreams he had had, although he knew very well that even if he made himself believe they were only just dreams, he knew he'd be lying to himself, Simon knew there was a hidden message in the dreams, especially the first one that although he couldn't remember ever detail clearly, he knew something was there, the strange plat form, the rune in the center, Maureen, and Sebastian.

Simon paused on the thought of Sebastian, as the night Isabelle died flashed before his mind's eye, the blade being pushed through flesh the smell of blood…

Simon felt his hands give way as he stumbled back, the memory so vivid in his mind that it knocked the breath from him, and even though he hadn't needed to breath anymore since becoming a vampire, it still shocked him enough that the book he held fell from his hands, hitting the floor below, Simon froze shuddering as he did his best to clear his head of all thoughts of that night and of what he had been thinking on, and bent down to pick up the book, breathing deeply trying to regain his posture and composure, and clear the dizzy buzzing in his head.

After a few minutes, Simon stood back up straight, his head still dizzy but not as much as it was moments ago, as he began to think again.

Simon wasn't sure why his skin seemed to crawl at the thought of Sebastian, when it never had before, yes he knew everyone disliked Sebastian with as much dislike and hate they could muster, but the thought of Clary's biological brother had never caused Simon to feel anything other than distain, of course other than the fact, as well that Simon had no doubt in his mind that he had had something to do with the rune, and what was happening, but that just left the question to how, and even better why?

Simon stood back up holding the journal in his hands as he glanced down the small hallway toward the bedrooms, Simon looked around the apartment once more before he began to slowly walk back toward the room that Simon and Isabelle had been in only moments ago.

Even as Simon's thoughts were fuzzy, and his mind was dulled with the sudden feeling of being tired hit him, he still couldn't help but to wonder as he shuffled along, willing his feet to move, why would Sebastian want Isabelle if he had something to do with the rune that Clary put on her? And better yet, if he had like Simon's instinct told him, how? Clary's mind wasn't easily manipulated, and she had guards on her mind like every Shadowhunter did, to be protected from demonic influence.

Sebastian isn't all demonic though… Simon's mind reminded him, Sebastian was still a Shadowhunter, even with his demon blood.

Simon stopped, his mind clicking as a thought came to him, Sebastian had demon blood, Isabelle now had demon blood, but Isabelle was nothing like Sebastian.

Simon shuddered at the thought of Isabelle becoming evil like Sebastian was, killing carelessly, and not caring who he hurt.

Stepping into the room, Simon pushed those thoughts away to a better thought, Sebastian seemed nearly invincible, he had almost killed Jace, he had killed Isabelle, he had killed numerous others, what if in a way, Isabelle could defeat him?

Simon snapped his fingers, as he pulled out his cell phone and opened a new message, he had to tell Clary, he knew that if Sebastian hadn't had anything to do with the rune, if somehow it was another that had showed Clary the rune, he now had an idea of why, and he had to tell her, to warn her that even though Simon knew Sebastian was out there somewhere still, Simon somehow knew he was looking for Isabelle, he knew that Jace and Alec were right about Sebastian's involvement but they were wrong about him taking Isabelle's body, but Simon had a feeling now after thinking on it, Sebastian wanted Isabelle because Isabelle could kill him, possibly easily by what she had become.

Simon stopped typing on the keypad, as he realized Isabelle was in more danger then any of them had originally thought, yes the rune was mysterious and puzzling and caused a threat to the Isabelle they all knew and loved, but more so now that Sebastian, if he knew about the rune, which Simon had no doubt that he did, he'd be after Isabelle, but not to get to Clary and Jace, but because Isabelle could kill him.

Simon looked toward the door of the guest room as he collapsed down in a sitting position on the bed, as Simon hoped and prayed that Magnus had found her, Simon didn't want to dwell on the thought of what could happen if Sebastian found Isabelle, he was worried at the thought of what would happen if they couldn't find Isabelle.

Shaking his head, Simon refused to believe that Magnus couldn't find Isabelle, Magnus could almost find anyone, even if Simon had known there were restrictions on Magnus's power, he refused to think of them in that moment, as he finished sending the full of theories to Clary, the theory of the rune on Isabelle and that Sebastian was in fact involved but in a way none of them had thought.

Simon gazed up from his phone as he waited to see if Clary was still awake or if he had to wait until morning before she got the message he sent.

Taking in the room around him, Simon stood up, leaving his phone and the old book on the bed as he moved forward to the far side of the room, where he found on the desk sat a object that looked like a dark green potion bottle, shaped like an hourglass, but instead of some odd fairy liquid that caused many different misfortunes that Simon knew plenty about and wished to know no more, within the dark green glass bottle was an assortment of pens and pencils, all from red ink pens to green ink pens and regular wooden pencils to polka dotted mechanical pencils, that were bright with colors of orange, purple, blue, green, and red polka dots on a white background circling around the shaft of the pencil.

Simon looked at each of them carefully before he selected one of the polka dotted pencils, knowing that it's funny design might add some cheer to his worried mood, and he knew that cheer was exactly what he needed in a time like that, with Isabelle out there somewhere, Magnus searching for her, demons disguised as Jace and Alec, and everything he had thought about Sebastian.

Cheer was defiantly on the list of must have to Simon, as he walked back slowly to the bed holding the brightly colored pencil in his hand, and just as he was about to set down his phone lit up and began to vibrate.

Dropping the pencil on the bed next to the journal Magnus had given him, Simon snatched up his phone and opened the incoming message the flashed, Clary on the screen.

Simon squinted down at the small black letters before him and read what it said,

I think you might be onto something Simon, I hadn't thought of that, but we know that Sebastian is defiantly still here in New York, Jace and I were spying on a meeting Alec and Maryse's were having in the library with a few other Shadowhunters that are here helping to find the whereabouts of Isabelle. One of them mentioned he had seen Sebastian, but was sure that Sebastian had seen him too; he disappeared before they could do anything to subdue him. We'll meet up tomorrow to discuss more on what is next, and I'll tell you all that we heard.

-Clary

Simon gazed down at the message sent to him, as he felt the blood in his veins go cold, as he hadn't even realized the last time he had had blood was in the alley when he drank from Magnus.

Pausing on the thought, Simon lowered his phone puzzled, ever since he had taken blood from Magnus, Simon hadn't felt the familiar burning ache in his throat or chest when he got hungry, puzzled on if somehow Magnus's blood had filled him to where he hadn't needed anymore blood that day, Simon knew the next day he would need some for sure, and he had forgotten it at the apartment.

Sighing, Simon gazed back down at the message on his phone, leaving all thoughts of blood that he knew he would need and soon, in his memory as he continued to think on the message Clary had sent him.

Sebastian was still in New York, it was confirmed now, which caused Simon's worry and suspicions to be true. But questions still remained questions Simon knew he was beginning to get much too tired to think about, questions that would have to wait until tomorrow.

Sending back Clary a quick okay talk to you later message, Simon turned off his phone and placed it on the table next to the bed, as he yawned turning back around to pick up pencil and blank journal Magnus had given him, Simon decided that Magnus was right, if they were to find out anything, any form of clue on what half of what was going on meant, he needed to record every detail he could remember about the dreams to paper.

Unbinding the book, Simon opened to the first blank page, and feeling the texture of the old paper Simon looked out the window once more to the city beyond him, as he again hoped Magnus had found Isabelle before Sebastian, and most of all before the demons they had seen earlier.

Turning back from the window, to the book before him, Simon put the pencil to paper, and began to write down the first dream he recalled, trying to place details, and events that happened, as deep back in his mind, somewhere he hoped that maybe his theory about Sebastian and Isabelle was wrong, but he again knew, as with trying to will himself to believe the dreams were just dreams, he knew he was lying to himself, because deep within, Simon somehow knew, the rune placed on Isabelle was in no way a coincidence.

how's that for a dramatic ending to a exciting chapter? lol some questions do remain, and answers will soon be discovered :) i can't wait, until i post again (which i'm hoping will be soon) i hope you my wonderful readers, enjoy.