This fic is a deleted scene that takes place after Simon finishes telling Isabelle the story he starts.

In City of Lost Souls, Simon starts the story and then it skips the scene of eventually him waking up to Isabelle gone. I always thought something happened after that, and now I made something up for it!

Disclaimer: Simon and Isabelle aren't mine, neither is Magnus' apartment however much I want it. Cassandra Clare owns the characters and places, but the plot is all mine!

"...And they all lived happily ever after. The end," Simon finished.

At the moment Isabelle had her head in his lap with her eyes closed. Simon had his fingers tangled in her dark hair and had stroked her hair all through the storytelling. He stilled his hands, wondering if she was asleep. She looked like it, with her face relaxed and calm.

But surprisingly Isabelle was still awake, and without opening her eyes she asked Simon, "That was a good story. Did you make that up?"

Simon tensed for a moment, and his hand curled up and cradled a small section of hair. Then replied, "No, Rebecca told me that one when I was a kid." His fingers hesitantly took up playing with the dark locks again. This time Isabelle did look up at him, and he could see himself in her black eyes. Eventually her eyes fluttered closed, concealing the familiar orbs. No words were spoken as Simon kept awake and played with the waterfall of tresses. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Isabelle relaxed into him. In minutes she was asleep, her breath coming deep and rhythmic. The shadows moved through the night as Simon's fingers moved fluidly by themselves, showing a habit learned long ago. The moon shone through the window, making Izzy's hair silver, but it gave him light to work with. The strands of hair seemed to arrange themselves as Simon expertly weaved around Isabelle's head. He tried several different styles of braids. In the end he settled on a side fishtail that started above her ear and curved around her head to the opposite shoulder. The fishtail took a long time. When it was complete, he held it by the tip and admired Isabelle herself.

She was a different person sleeping then awake. As she slept she relaxed and all the worries of Jace and Alec and everything went away, or so he hoped. He wished that she would have good dreams and no nightmares. She was beautiful, he had known that for a long time. The cheekbones and face were her mother's, and she shared the night colored hair with Alec, but she herself was uniquely Isabelle.

Once Simon had gazed at her for period of time, he gently took her hand. Softly, so as not to disturb her, he took off the ponytail encircling her wrist. As he set her hand back down, his thumb brushed her now bare wrist and caught her pulse. At the steady throb he was reminded of how she was human and he was not. And could never be. Quickly Simon looped the pony around the tip of the braid and let it fall onto her neck. He got up and pulled on his red sweatshirt lying on the floor. As Simon walked out of the room he paused at the door with it halfway open. Isabelle was still sleeping, with his blue shirt on and her black hair contained in a braid, she looked completely different from the beautiful lethal girl she was by day. Simon took a deep breath, though he didn't need to, and walked out, pulling the door silently shut behind him.