A/N: Hello my wonderful followers, readers, Supernatural and Shadowhunters/mortal instruments fans! As always all the thinks goes to whoever is reading!
Carry on wayward supernatural fans, and happy patrol shadowhunters.
Andra walked beside Izzy, their footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestone streets as they patrolled the quiet neighborhood. The night was cool, and the stars twinkled overhead, but Andra was more focused on the new, irritating distraction in her life—Dean. It was ridiculous, really. She had enough on her plate without adding a crush on a brooding hunter into the mix.
"Why do we always end up patrolling on the most boring nights?" Andra quipped, glancing sideways at Izzy, who was scanning the shadows for any signs of trouble. "I mean, can't we just schedule some epic demon battles instead of this snooze-fest?"
Izzy shot her a knowing smile. "You'd rather battle demons than patrol?"
"Honestly? Yes. At least then I'd have something to complain about," Andra replied, rolling her eyes. "This is just... dull. And I could be binge-watching my favorite show instead."
"Let me guess, the one with the two hot brothers?" Izzy teased, raising an eyebrow.
Andra tried to suppress a grin. "What can I say? I have a type. But seriously, how do Addy, Mark, and Kieran keep their romance alive while being miles apart? It's like they have a magic spell for long-distance love. Meanwhile, I can't even text Dean without feeling like an awkward teenager."
Izzy chuckled. "Maybe they just know how to make it work. Love isn't always easy, but when it's real, you find a way."
"Real love, huh?" Andra mused, crossing her arms. "What do you know about it? You and Simon have been together, what, like five minutes?"
Izzy gave her a playful shove. "Hey, we've been through some stuff! Besides, it's not about the time; it's about the connection."
"Sure, sure. Connection," Andra said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Like the 'connection' I have with Dean. It's practically electric, you know. Too bad he doesn't seem to notice."
"Maybe you should make him notice," Izzy suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're not shy about anything else."
"Right, because nothing says 'I'm a badass warrior' like stumbling over my words in front of a guy who hunts monsters for a living," Andra shot back, shaking her head. "I'll stick to fighting demons, thank you very much."
"Come on, Andra. Just be yourself," Izzy encouraged, nudging her gently. "You're amazing, and if he can't see that, he's missing out."
"Easy for you to say," Andra muttered, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "It's just... every time I think about him, it's like my brain short-circuits. I'm supposed to be focused on patrolling, not fantasizing about how he handles a shotgun."
Izzy laughed, the sound brightening the atmosphere. "Well, maybe you should try to get to know him better. You never know where it might lead."
Andra sighed, watching the shadows dance under the streetlights. "Sure, and while I'm at it, I'll write him a sonnet and serenade him under the stars. Because that's totally my style."
"Why not? You've got the talent," Izzy said with a wink. "Just don't forget to mention how great he looks in flannel."
"Right, flannel. Because nothing is sexier than lumberjack chic," Andra replied dryly, but inwardly, she couldn't help but picture Dean in that very outfit. It was infuriating.
They walked in silence for a moment, Andra's thoughts drifting back to Addy's weekend with her boyfriends. How did they do it? She felt a twinge of envy mixed with longing. Maybe there was something to that connection after all. But for now, she'd keep the thoughts of Dean at bay, even if they crept in like shadows in the night.
"Let's just focus on patrolling," Andra said, shaking her head to clear the thoughts. "No demons, no drama. Just us, keeping the streets safe."
"And maybe a little bit of flirting with Dean on the side?" Izzy teased, bumping her shoulder against Andra's.
"Okay, now you're pushing it," Andra laughed, rolling her eyes. "Let's just see if we can survive this patrol without any more romantic distractions. Deal?"
"Deal," Izzy agreed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
And as they continued their patrol, Andra couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she'd figure out how to deal with Dean. But for now, she'd settle for keeping the streets safe with her sister by her side.
The night air hummed with an uneasy quiet, and Andra kept her gaze fixed ahead, trying to shake off the thoughts of Dean. But Izzy, ever perceptive, could see right through her facade.
"You know," Izzy began casually, her voice light but with an undertone of seriousness. "You've been pretty obvious."
Andra shot her a sideways glance, feigning innocence. "Me? Obvious? Pfft, I beg to differ."
Izzy laughed, shaking her head. "Come on, Andra. I've seen the way you look at him when you think no one's watching. It's like you're trying to set him on fire with your eyes. You've fallen just as hard for him as Alec did for Magnus."
The admission hung in the air, and Andra felt her cheeks heat up. "That's... not true," she protested weakly, but even she could hear the lack of conviction in her own voice.
"Oh please," Izzy said, her tone teasing yet understanding. "I've known for a while now. The way you talk about him, the way you light up when he enters the room—it's pretty unmistakable. And honestly? I'm really happy for you."
Andra couldn't help but roll her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. "Happy for me? Seriously? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
"Not at all," Izzy said earnestly, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. "I mean it. You've been through so much, and it's about time you let yourself feel something good. You deserve it."
Andra felt a warmth spread through her, the kind that made her chest feel a little lighter. "It's just... I've spent so long trying to be this fierce warrior, you know? Being vulnerable feels weird."
"I get that," Izzy replied, her expression softening. "But opening up doesn't make you any less fierce. If anything, it makes you stronger. It takes guts to let someone in, especially after everything you've faced."
Andra sighed, glancing up at the stars that flickered overhead. "I guess I just don't want to screw it up. What if Dean doesn't feel the same way? Or worse, what if I let myself get attached and it all goes sideways?"
Izzy placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You won't know unless you give it a shot. And if things don't work out, you've got me and the team to back you up. You're not alone in this, Andra."
"Thanks, Izzy," Andra said, her heart warming at the support. "It's nice to know someone's got my back while I navigate this... whatever it is with Dean."
Izzy smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Just remember, if you start serenading him under the stars, I'm going to have to intervene. I can't let you embarrass yourself like that."
"Very funny," Andra replied, shaking her head with a laugh. "I'll keep the serenading to a minimum. But I'll definitely take your advice to heart. Maybe it's time I stop pretending I don't care."
"Exactly," Izzy said, her smile wide and encouraging. "Just be yourself. And who knows? Maybe you and Dean will end up being the next epic love story."
Andra rolled her eyes again, but this time with affection. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. For now, I'll just focus on not tripping over my own feelings."
"I believe in you," Izzy said, her tone buoyant. "And if you trip, I'll be right there to catch you. That's what sisters do, right?"
As they continued their patrol, Andra's mind drifted deeper into her tangled feelings. She couldn't shake the way her heart raced whenever Dean flashed that charming smile of his, the way her stomach fluttered at the thought of him leaning against a wall, looking all broody and handsome. It was infuriating. She'd spent so much time convincing herself that she didn't need anyone, but here she was, caught in a web of what-ifs and daydreams.
But then there was Magnus. The way he carried himself, the effortless confidence, and that mischievous spark in his eyes—it all still captivated her. Andra felt a pang of guilt at the thought. She had admired Magnus for so long, maybe even loved him more than she should. His presence was like a beacon, drawing her in even when she knew it was complicated. How could she possibly entertain feelings for Dean when her heart still held a torch for someone like Magnus?
"Ugh, this is so frustrating," Andra muttered under her breath as they turned a corner.
"What's frustrating?" Izzy asked, her tone curious as she glanced over at Andra.
"Just... everything," Andra replied, trying to mask her inner turmoil. "It's hard to sort through my feelings when I'm stuck between two worlds. I mean, how long have you known about my crush on Magnus?"
Izzy's expression softened, and for a moment, she looked almost nostalgic. "Honestly? I've known for a while. It's not exactly a secret, Andra. You light up whenever he's around. I think we all saw it, even if you tried to play it off."
Andra felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment wash over her. "Really? I thought I was being subtle about it."
"Subtle isn't exactly your strong suit," Izzy said, a teasing smile creeping onto her face. "But it's okay. You've always been passionate about the people you care about, and Magnus is no exception."
"Yeah, well, it's complicated," Andra admitted, frustration creeping back in. "I mean, he's with Alec, and I don't want to be that person who ruins something beautiful. But at the same time, it's hard to ignore the connection we have."
Izzy nodded, her expression understanding. "It's okay to feel that way. Love is messy and confusing, especially in our world. But you also have to remember that it's okay to explore new feelings too. Like with Dean."
Andra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I know. But it feels like I'm betraying something by even thinking about him. It's like I'm standing on a tightrope, trying not to fall."
"Maybe it's not about falling," Izzy said gently. "Maybe it's about finding balance. Just because you're starting to feel something for Dean doesn't mean you have to let go of your feelings for Magnus. You can care for both of them in different ways."
Andra pondered that for a moment, the idea settling in her mind. "You really think it's possible to have feelings for two people at once?"
"Absolutely, look at your parabatai and her guys. It happens all the time," Izzy replied, her tone encouraging. "Trust your heart. It knows what it wants, even if it's a bit chaotic sometimes."
Andra let out a small laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Great, so I'm just a walking chaos machine of emotions. That's reassuring."
"It's part of being human," Izzy said with a wink. "And besides, as your sister, I'm here to help you navigate the chaos. Just promise me you won't overthink everything. Take it one step at a time."
"Okay, okay," Andra said, feeling a mixture of gratitude and resolve wash over her. "I'll try not to overthink. But I can't promise I won't trip over my own feelings now and then."
"That's what I'm here for," Izzy replied, her smile brightening the night. "Now, let's focus on the patrol. We'll figure out the rest as we go along."
Andra's thoughts spiraled as she walked beside Izzy, her mind a storm of confusion and guilt. Despite her attempts to push her feelings for Magnus down, they lingered like an unwanted shadow, always there, always present. She felt a pang of shame with every thought of him, especially knowing how much Alec loved him. How could she entertain these feelings when they could hurt someone she cared about?
Izzy's words echoed in her mind: "You've been pretty obvious." If she had been so transparent, then Alec must have known all along. The realization made her stomach twist. The last thing she wanted was to add to Alec's burdens. He had enough to deal with, especially with everything going on. And what if Magnus had noticed too? The very idea sent a chill down her spine.
What if Magnus, with his sharp intuition, saw through her façade? The thought was horrifying. She couldn't bear the idea of him knowing and feeling trapped between loyalty and attraction. She clenched her fists, battling the turmoil inside her, when suddenly a piercing scream shattered the night's stillness.
"Did you hear that?" Izzy asked, her expression shifting from light-hearted to serious in an instant.
"Yeah, it came from over there!" Andra pointed down a dark alley, adrenaline surging through her veins. They dashed toward the sound, the weight of her inner conflict momentarily forgotten.
As they rounded the corner, Andra's heart dropped. A vampire loomed over a woman, its fangs sunk deep into her neck. The woman's eyes were wide, and terror etched across her face. But before they could intervene, Andra realized the woman was already gone—too late to save.
"Hey! Get away from her!" Izzy shouted, stepping forward, her weapon drawn. Andra followed suit, her heart racing as they squared off against the vampire.
The creature hissed, turning its attention to them, eyes glinting with hunger. Andra's instincts kicked in, and she lunged forward, swinging her blade. The vampire dodged, but Izzy was quick, using her agility to land a solid hit.
Andra kept her breathing steady, channeling her anger and frustration into each strike, determined to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.
The fight ebbed and flowed, each of them taking turns dodging and attacking, weaving in a fluid dance of skill and strategy. Andra felt exhilarated, the rush of combat drawing her away from her earlier thoughts. But just as she felt they were gaining the upper hand, the vampire managed to claw at her shoulder, leaving a burning sting.
"Watch out!" Izzy shouted, and in a fierce move, she tackled the vampire, pushing it against the wall. With a swift motion, she plunged her weapon into its heart, and the creature disintegrated into ash.
Andra stood panting, adrenaline coursing through her, the fight leaving her rattled but relieved. "Nice job, Izzy," she said, wiping sweat from her brow.
"Thanks," Izzy replied, her eyes scanning the area to ensure there were no more threats. But as the adrenaline faded, a strange sensation washed over Andra, like a whisper against her skin. She glanced down at her hand, where Valentine's voice echoed softly in her mind, filling the silence that followed the battle. "You're a good girl."
It was disconcerting, that familiar voice bringing a mix of comfort and unease. She swallowed hard, feeling a shiver dance down her spine. But she didn't tell Izzy; she couldn't. Not when they had just fought off a vampire. Not when everything felt so complicated.
Instead, she focused on the moment, pushing the unsettling voice to the back of her mind. "Let's get out of here," she said instead, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.
Izzy nodded, her expression still serious. "Yeah, we should check in with the others."
As they walked away from the alley, Andra felt the weight of her feelings pressing in on her again. The guilt, the confusion, and the creeping attraction to Dean all came rushing back. But for now, she pushed it down, clinging to the adrenaline high of the fight and the bond she shared with Izzy. She would deal with her tangled emotions later. Right now, there were more important things to focus on—like keeping her sister safe.