A/N - sorry this chapter is a bit short - it's a sort of filler chapter until the next event (which you find out at the end of the chapter) enjoy!
Maryse headed towards the Institute doors at the sound of the doorbell. She pulled the door open to find Jocelyn Fairchild on her doorstep. "Jocelyn, how are you?" Maryse greeted the other woman warmly, giving her a big hug. Jocelyn smiled back and replied "Alright thankyou, what about you?"
Maryse shrugged and smiled tiredly "Not too bad I suppose, but it feels almost like I'm losing a child, I mean, after..." she trailed off after she thought of Max.
"Of course," Jocelyn said gently, sitting down in a frayed maroon armchair across from Maryse. "I have the pills you asked for, for um, Isabelle,"
"Thankyou so much," Maryse said gratefully, examining the pill bottle. "I can't believe her depression has resurfaced, I mean, after Max..." She took a deep breath and called "Isabelle!!!! Come down!"
Isabelle was lying on her bed staring at her ceiling. "What do you want?" She yelled back, desperately hoping her mother didn't have bad news.
"Jocelyn's here! She has your medication!" she heard her mother shout. Isabelle sighed in relief - even though Jocelyn was Clary's mother, she was Maryse's best friend so she was here more often than not and she could understand what Isabelle was going through. With a dramatic sigh Isabelle exited her bedroom and stalked down the stairs, her freshly blow-dried hair swishing around her as she walked. She followed the sound of voices to the library and saw her mother and Jocelyn talking.
Isabelle poked her head round the door then entered the library, stiletto-boots clacking on the wooden floor. The fire blazed behind her mother and Jocelyn and they both looked up as she walks in. Maryse rattled a bottle and Isabelle recognised it as the medicine she took after Max was killed - her antidepressants.
"How are you doing?" Jocelyn asked gently, looking up at Isabelle with her emerald eyes. "It's better if you talk about it, you know..."
Isabelle sighed, giving in "Simon still doesn't remember me," She pouted, looking upset "I know I sound ungrateful, because he's alive, and that's great! But why doesn't he remember me?!"
"I talked to Magnus," Jocelyn began, "and he said that one-on-one time with you could spark his memories..."
Maryse looked up "What are you saying?"
"I talked to Jia, and she said that she can't find anyone to train Simon. I think Jace would have a bit too much to do training Clary and Simon so she thought that..."
"That I could train Simon?" Isabelle asked, her eyes wide. Though Simon made her feel so negative, she wanted to train him - she didn't want to seem weak, she was a Shadowhunter and could deal with anything. "Yes," she said, raising her chin. "I'll train him! When do I start? Tomorrow? Okay!" Maryse raised her eyebrows at her daughter but said nothing. She was happy Isabelle had agreed but worried of how the actual encounter would go.
"You'll be alright training him then? Not too much work?" Isabelle smirked at her mothers words before replying: "Oh please, I am the best shadowhunter my age," and flouncing out of the library, presumably back up to her shrine of a room.
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Remember Me
FanfictionCOHF SPOILERS! set after CoHF, Simon has Ascended and is getting used to his new shadowhunter life. But he still can't quite remember Isabelle and she is wrecked. How will their relationship continue? Will they ever actually define their relationshi...
