A/N: HELLO LOVELIES! This is to make up for the hiatus and I am grateful to and love all who have stayed and waited for this update and the two previous. I should warn you that this is a raw chapter and I have yet to edit it. 

So please enjoy! And comment please! I love to read them and they encourage me to write more.

*disclaimer* I don't own TMI... though I wish I did

As the double doors closed shut behind them, Isabelle and Simon turned to see her brother and Magnus, as well as Clary and Jace regarding the Queen with wary looks and could see that each of them wanted to get of the Queen's quarters as soon as possible.

The Seelie Queen sat atop her throne looking regal and intimidating as she observed the group that stood in front of her. Isabelle smiled uncomfortably at the others, taking note of the extreme tension present in the air. As she made her way to join the rest of the cluster of teens – and one immortal – she cringed with every step she took, her heels clopping loudly on the floor and echoing around the chambers.

"So," said the faerie queen breaking the tension and causing everyone to stiffen. "I've called you all here to request and remind you that you are guests at my party." she advised them, though it sounded more like a deadly warning.

"Noted." Jace answered coolly.

The queen eyed them in way that told them that she did not particularly like them, but chose to tolerate them. She nodded at Jace and forced a smile that hid a pissed of glower beneath it. "Well, considering the Shadowhunters," the monarch drawled, as if tasting the word and finding it disgusting. "Look down on us, Downworlders this party is to show you that we should be treated fairly, if not better, especially the faeries. I only ask that you do not police my party and do not bring your duties into here. I do not want you to lay a hand – or weapon, for that matter – on any of my guests. Understand?" she asked looking at them sternly.

No one said anything, but nodded nonetheless. The queen tilted her head in satisfaction and waved a dismissive hand at her guards to escort the group to the door.

"After all our kind is way more sophisticated then your people." the Seelie Queen mumbled under her breath as the Shadowhunters turned to leave.

Unfortunately, Magnus heard what she had said and spun on his heel, then yelled, "Are you kidding me?! You're kind has done nothing but cause trouble! Playing pranks on the mundane and giving them 'love potions' do nothing but fire up emotions!" Magnus defended his boyfriend and friends, who stood around him gawking at what he had said; though what the queen said irked them greatly, they usually chose to act stoic and not let her get to them, so Magnus speaking out was a pleasant surprise.

"How dare you talk back to me, you good for nothing warlock?! I believe I was speaking to the Shadowhunters!" the Seelie Queen roared at Magnus.

"Excuse me! How dare you talk to me that way! I am the High Warlock of Brooklyn, but even status does not matter! You speak against my boyfriend and his Shadowhunter companions, and then it is obvious I will back them up!" Magnus declared defiantly, trying to claw his way to the faerie queen, but was held back by Alec and Jace.

"Bring them out my room now! I want them out of here now!" the Queen roared at her guards as her anger boiled within her and she tried to keep herself in control. The guards quickly obey, marching over to the group, then shoved them towards the throne room doors with Magnus thrashing and spitting insults back. On the way out, Alec put a hand on Magnus' arm to still him and immediately the warlock glanced at his partner. "That… that was impressive… And sweet." the black-haired Shadowhunter told Magnus and shyly gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Magnus stared surprised at Alec – considering Magnus was the one showing random bursts of affection – but soon recovered at grinned. "I should do things like that more often if it will get you to make the first move."

Alec chuckled, "Don't count on it."

"If you two are done flirting, let's head home." Clary suggested.

"Nah, let's just stay here for a while. The Queen's pretty pissed at us so… I just want to stay longer to piss her off even more." Jace replied.

"Didn't she just kick us out?"

"No she said she wanted us out her room. Well, we're not in her room, we can go anywhere else." Jace corrected smugly, twisting the words of the Seelie Queen. The teens – well teens and two immortals – beamed at the golden boy and skipped off to enjoy the rest of the party.

Seeing the others walk off, Isabelle breathed out a sigh of relief now that she had another chance to be alone with Simon. I'll tell him now then, before I miss my chance. thought Isabelle.

"Si –"

"Could I have a dance with you please?" a shy scrawny boy requested, just as Isabelle called out to Simon. Isabelle looked back between the boy and Simon, desperately searching for an excuse. Simon peered at his friend, seeing her distress and went to help her out… assuming she was to shy to agree to the boy's offer. "Go on, Izzy! I'm sure you've been dying to do something fun. Go on!"

"O- ok, but weren't we suppose to talk after we went to see the Queen?" Isabelle answered exasperatedly.

Thinking it was an excuse to get rid of the boy Simon quickly instructed her, "You go ahead and dance with this kid, we can talk later. Have fun!" He waved at Isabelle and gave her a thumbs up, then headed off to explore the rest of the Faerie Palace.

Aw, man not again! Why does this keep happening?

Isabelle dejectedly walked with the guy who tugged her along gently. When they reached the dance floor, the boy rubbed his neck awkwardly contemplating how to go about things. Isabelle cleared her throat and inquired, trying to ease the tension, "I'm Isabelle. What's your name?"

"Nathan." he greeted and held out a hand. She offered him a friendly smile, and then gently placed her hands on his shoulders while he hesitantly placed his on Isabelle's waist. Together they swayed slowly to the music.

"So, Nathan, are you a child of the Fey as well?" Isabelle asked trying to get to know Nathan a little bit more.

Nathan hummed trying to find a good way to phrase his answer. "Sort of… I'm kind of a mix-breed with my father being a mundane and my… mother being a faerie and all so I'm kind of looked down on a lot by the 'Pure Ones'" he answered rolling his eyes and chuckling. Isabelle laughed along with him, "Who is your mother anyway?" Nathan leaned down and whispered in Isabelle's ear, "The Seelie Queen."

Isabelle's dark orbs rounded with shock at this new discovery. "No way! I never knew she had a son, much less any children. How come I've never heard of you? Or seen you before?"

"Well, she sees herself as an almighty queen and what not. So if the faerie populace found out she had a mixed son it would 'disgrace the royal faerie name." Nathan answered and raising his fingers to create air quotes and imitated his mother.

Isabelle gasped and looked at Nathan pitifully, "Why? That's so cruel!"

Nathan burst out laughing and took a look at Isabelle's face and laughed even harder – if that was even possible. People begun to turn to the pair and watched them closely, trying to understand what was so funny.

When Nathan had finally calmed down, Isabelle asked and was quite annoyed she didn't understand the joke, "What is so funny?"

Nathan bit his lip to keep himself from laughing again and replied, "Nothing, it's just you looked so serious and concerned that I found it really funny. Don't worry about me feeling bad, to be honest I couldn't really care less." he reassured. Isabelle nodded finally getting what was going on.

Nathan leaned in again towards Isabelle and she couldn't help but shiver as his breath tickled her ear. "You see, the only reason she's bitter and loves to mess around with people's love lives is because of her own messed up love life."

"What? Really?" Isabelle wondered curiously, prompting Nathan to continue. He nodded grinning amused. "Apparently, she met my dad at a festival in Central Park and I guess she fell in love with each other. So they went out a bit and one day she realized she was pregnant with me. So they were all lovey dovey with the situation until my dad found out she was a faerie. My dad wanted nothing to with the Shadow World so he left her. Now she and I have a love-hate relationship – mainly indifference on my part – because she hates me enough since I remind her of him, but at the same time because of that she can't let me go. And bing bang boom end of story." Nathan shrugged.

Isabelle played along with his laid back attitude towards the subject. "A round of applause for Mr. Nathan the Seelie Prince, I present you this award for most soap-opera-like life." Isabelle responded and pretended to hand Nathan a trophy. Nathan guffawed and grinned widely to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. He grabbed the "award" from Isabelle and bowed, which caused her to giggle in return. "Thank you, thank you. I am so happy to have been chosen for this award. Thank you to all my fans –"

Isabelle tittered and rolled her eyes at Nathan's celebrity act, scoffing at him and cutting him off, "Don't flatter yourself too much, your majesty. Hmmm, I just realized something…" said Isabelle, tilting her head to the side in thought. "Besides me, does anyone else know you're her son?"

"Well, at first it was just a couple of servants knew, but then word got out and now the entire Faerie kingdom knows. The only reason no one outside the Fey know, is that it isn't allowed, or else…" Nathan sliced his finger across his neck. "Actually, pretty much the whole world knows about us… sort of." Nathan added under his breath.

"Wait… WHAT?! Explain!" Isabelle demanded eager for more of what he had to say. Nathan cringed at her outburst and put a finger to his lips, trying to quiet her, He dragged Isabelle to a table in the corner, so they could talk in a more secluded spot.

"What do you mean everyone 'sort of' knows?!" Isabelle whisper-yelled.

Nathan winced at her tone and put his hands up in defence trying to do whatever he could to get Isabelle to calm down. "Ok, ok, ok. Just calm down first please? Before I tell you anything, I'm just letting you know I'm not even suppose be telling people this stuff! We were talking and it just slipped out! I'm begging you please don't tell anyone!" Nathan pleaded earnestly. Isabelle thought the situation over and realized that in the end she wouldn't tell anybody – unless it was a threat to the mundanes, of course. Besides, she enjoyed Nathan's company; she'd never get along well with any guys except her brothers… and Simon.

Deciding she'd have a little fun teasing him, Isabelle held her head high and spoke to him in a patronizing tone, "Well…I'm not sure. Secrets can be easily spread…"

"Ok! Ok!" Nathan says desperately, kneeling in front of Isabelle, "Look! I'm on my knees, Isabelle! PLEASE!" Seeing his worried face, Isabelle couldn't help but laugh at him. Nathan gazed at her confused, but soon turned to a look of embarrassment and annoyance when Isabelle said, "Did you really think I was going to tell someone? I won't. I promise. So what's this big secret that's got you so worked up, that you looked like you were about to cry?"

"Hey! I wasn't going to cry! I was begging there's a huge difference." Nathan grumbled. He sighed. "Anyway here it goes…Um, let's see. First of all how old do you think I am?" he questioned Isabelle.

"Err – 17? But I really don't see what –"

"I was 17 in 1575," Isabelle's draw dropped in shock, but she remained quiet because she wanted – no had – to hear the rest. "After that I stopped aging. My father… his name was Oberon and my real name is Puck. Yeah it sounds pretty stupid so I changed it to Nathan. Anyway a couple of years after that, I think it was around 1590, a playwright had heard about us and so he wrote down our story but made changes to it –"

"So you're telling me that Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream was based on your family?!"

"Yea," Nathan mumbled but it sounded more like a question than an answer. Isabelle nodded and uttered, "My head hurts…" Nathan grinned and gently patted Isabelle on the head.

Isabelle let her mind wander, gradually accepting Nathan's explanation and slowly connected each of the dots, as the gears in her mind rapidly spun.

Nathan – no Puck – and his family... Midsummer Night's Dream…. story written by Shakespeare… great poet… poetry… I like poetry… so does…

"Simon!" Isabelle gasped suddenly, making Nathan jump. "By the Angel, I can't believe I forgot about him! He's probably been waiting hours for me!" she frantically rambled on.

"Who?" Nathan inquired, slightly put off by Isabelle's sudden lack of interest in him.

"My friend! He was the vampire you met earlier. Well, I really got to go! See you!" Isabelle exclaimed in a rushed tone and turned to run away, but was held back by Nathan who held her by her wrist.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" Nathan asked, disappointed.

"I'd love to, but I really need to see him." Isabelle answered excusing herself.

"How come?"

"I need to tell him I like him. In fact, I think I'm in love with him." Isabelle said softly and smiled to herself. However, she was oblivious to the look of hurt that crossed Nathan's eyes and the way his hand went limp as his hand dropped from hers.

She quickly scurried away from Nathan, leaving him behind and forgotten.

Simon strolled around the maze-like tunnels of the Faerie Realm, looking for Clary. He was supposed to meet with Isabelle a couple of hours ago, but last he'd seen her, she was dancing with someone and he didn't want to interrupt that. While walking around he had done some thinking and thought,

What if I tried confessing to Clary again? Sure, she'd reject me since she still has Jace, but at least she'd know how I felt and think about it.

Simon had made up his mind and searched for Clary, hoping she would be alone. Simon had, had his chance with Clary before, but could he really call it a chance? They had become boyfriend and girlfriend for a bit, but Simon knew that no matter how much Clary had tried at being with him, she had always wanted to be by Jace's side.

He knew that Clary would never love him they way she loved Jace, but Simon wanted at least one more change with her, to prove that even he was good enough for her.

But first he needed to find her.

* * * TIME SKIP * * *

After getting lost in the damp dark tunnels Simon was finally able to locate Clary. After some thought – which should've happened a couple of hours earlier – he remembered how Clary loved to admire flowers and assumed she'd be in the Royal gardens. Striding around the large landscape, he found her sitting on a stone bench between two topiaries shaped like woodland faeries. Clary sat staring as moon beams poured out of moon lunar lilies like fireflies as the moonlight shone on flowers. Simon watched fondly as the moon beams circled around Clary who giggled. Simon took a step forward and immediately last minute fears spoke through his head.

What if she just laughed at him?

No, she wasn't like that.

What if it ruined their friendship?

We've been through a lot so I don't think it would end this way.

How did he know? One more rough patch could end things for good.

Oh be quiet! I'm doing this!

Simon forced himself to swallow whatever fears he had left and approached Clary trying to remain calm. "Clary," Simon called quietly, his voice startling her while it echoed through the silence. The moon beams scattered and disappeared as if they were scared of Simon too; he wouldn't be surprised if they could somehow sense he was a vampire. Clary turned around ready to defend herself, but quickly relaxed her muscles once she recognized it was her best friend who stood before her.

"S-Simon. You scared me." replied Clary who was trying to calm her panicked heart.

"Sorry… um, I just wanted to talk to you." he mumbled apprehensively. Clary smiled and sat back down on the bench, then motioned to Simon to sit near her. Simon walked up to bench and sat next to Clary, wondering if she could see how nervous he was.

"So what did you want to tell me?" Clary asked peering at him curiously.

Simon hesitated for a bit, and then released a heavy breath. "Clary, I… I…"

"Yes?"

"I don't like seeing you with Jace." he said spitting out the words in one breath. He glanced at Clary to gauge her reaction and saw that she was caught off guard by what he'd said – slightly uncomfortable – but stayed quiet to listen to what he had to say.

"Seeing you with… him… it hurts… It hurts because… I STIL LIKE YOU!" he clarified, raising his tone slightly and shutting his eyes tightly, afraid to see how she'd take it. When the silence continued, Simon opened his eyes slowly and saw Clary had her jaw opening and closing, but no words came out. "Say something, please!" he demanded softly.

"…Simon… I don't know what to say. I – err – Jace and I are together now and… I like you… but as a best friend. I'm sorry I can't love you the way you want me to. We'll always be friends though." Clary responded sadly. It made her heart ache, knowing that she was breaking his heart again.

"We can't!" Simon cried.

"What do you mean?" Clary questioned, tears slowly rolling down her face.

"Because…because I can't be around the person I love, knowing that they love someone else and won't spare a glance my way." he chuckled humourlessly, then got up and began striding away.

"But Simon!" Clary exclaimed chasing after him and hugged him from the behind, arms tightly wound around his waist. "Please stay!" she begged.

Simon squirmed out her arms, using a little of his vampire strength to pry Clary's grip off him. "I can't." He turned to face her and looking into his eyes, Clary was able to see his pain and sadness and it made her heart clench.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, so low that Clary wasn't able to hear him.

"Wha –" she said, but her question was left unanswered as Simon's lips crashed onto hers. Clary froze with shock while Simon kissed her forcefully. He nipped her lips urgently and growled in frustration when Clary didn't respond. Why would she? She doesn't love you. he thought bitterly. He was kissing Clary but it didn't feel right. There was no fireworks or euphoria...

Because he was living out his fantasy alone.

A/N: Ok, lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it. If there's weird spacing sorry, the spacing went all crazy when I was transferring the story :/ OMG this chapter...so many feels, it took me a while to find a way to convey them all and this isn't even all of it. I wanted to write so much more but it wouldn't end the chapter properly so I had to stop it here. :(  I love you all and love reading what your feed back so questions...

1. what do you think will happen next? I''m sure some of you have a clue but I won't say it just in case

2. I introduced a new character in this story...what do you think of him?

3. Who do you ship? lol any ship names?

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til next time!

 ~the author