The Apartment, New York, Early Monday Morning

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Where did the island get this stuff?

That was the first thought on Isabelle's mind when she woke up early on Monday morning. She'd spent the weekend as some version of herself with a different face, who dressed like Simon used to (what was with that flannel shirt around her waist all the time?), and who had a crush on Valentine, of all people. On top of being very very sweet and naive and so much more innocent than Isabelle herself could ever remember having been.

It was a lot to unpack. So she was left wondering where the hell Fandom managed to dig all this stuff up from.

... Well, no. Actually, the first thing in her mind this morning was the same thing that was also the first thing that came out of her mouth: "Oh, thank the Angel." She was back. She was Isabelle Lightwood, Shadowhunter, lover of whips and low-cut dresses, and there was no other version she'd rather be.

The second thought on her mind, that was about how Fandom did this to people.

The third one made her look over and find the spot next to her on the bed empty – predictably. Anything else would've been pretty rude of Flick on several levels, and he wasn't like that. So, she called out, with her voice still hoarse from sleep, "Jon? You there?"

[ooc: NFB. For the boy.]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick had fallen asleep on the couch. He was damn glad they'd sprung for a comfortable couch since he'd been there the past few nights. Eventually, the Isabelle he'd been housing would switch back to the Isabelle he was going to marry and he'd be able to go back to his own bed.

Dimly, through his sleep fogged mind, he heard her calling for him. He tried to wake up, rubbed at his eyes and managed to mumble a, "Yeah. I'm out here."

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"Come back to bed, baby."

She thought she could try and get him to be the one to move. She wanted to not move for a moment.

Even if she just now spotted the laptop. On the bed. So guess she was going to have to push herself a little more upright to move that somewhere else. Ugh.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick paused, gauging her voice and her words. She certainly sounded like the Isabelle he knew and he didn't think the Isabelle that he'd met would call him 'baby' either.

Yawning, Flick got up and padded back to the bedroom, pausing to lean on the frame of the door. "Welcome back."

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"Thank you," Isabelle said, placing the laptop on her night stand (after making some room there). Then she reached out a hand to him. "Come give me a cuddle. I'm not a mundie anymore."

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"I'd still cuddle you if you were a mundane," Flick told her, moving over to the bed and flopping down close to her. "But not that mundane. That would have been messed up."

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Isabelle immediately rolled over to cling to him. Lazily. It was a gift to manage to still seem lazy about it when it was so obviously something she felt like she needed.

"I'm not a mundane," she said. "That's the main thing."

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"I know you're not," Flick said, draping an arm around her shoulders and smiling down at her. "Not a computer nerd either."

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"Thanks for the laptop," Isabelle murmured. "I'm not even sure where my old one is."

It hadn't been of very much use for her lately when she'd been in Alicante so much, and she wasn't much of a computer user to begin with.

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"This one's pretty high end if the other version of you was to be believed," Flick said, snickering. "She seemed pretty taken with it after I bought it for her. She was constantly working on it."

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"Ugh, and for Valentine," Isabelle groaned, smushing her face against his chest like that would help her deal with it. "Though I guess it's a consolation that there's a world out there where he didn't sound evil."

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"Yeah, that caught me a little off guard too," Flick said, smiling down at her. He rubbed the back of her neck gently, watching her try and hide. "From what she told me, everything was about as normal and as non supernatural as it could be in her time."

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"It's weird," Isabelle said - to her credit, it didn't even sound like whining or complaining. "I thought that was the one constant. That Isabelle Lightwood would be a Shadowhunter across the multiverse. That I'd either be one, or just not exist at all."

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"Hey, I was pretty surprised too," Flick said, snickering. "She was ready to hit me with a candlestick and then started talking about coding. I was so confused. She was cute, though."

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Isabelle sighed against his chest. "She was," she agreed. "I hope she had an okay time. I think she did. She didn't feel like freaking out too much after the start."

Ans no one could blame her there.

"She trusted you."

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"After she put down the candlestick," Flick joked lightly. "But, I tried to make sure she didn't freak out. I'm pretty sure she built some really complicated things on the laptop. I just let her do her thing."

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"The candlestick was a bit much."

Even if Isabelle was glad she'd at least had the urge to arm herself.

"I should probably text Alec and Jace. Jace will never get over the nerd thing."

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"Hey, it's a siblings right to have dirt on their other siblings," Flick pointed out. "I'm sure he'll forget about it when he's like...seventy."

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Isabelle groaned.

But also nuzzled his chest some more. And sighed.

"It was sweet that they came over, though."

[flickofthewrist]

""Did you think they wouldn't?" Flick asked, smiling down at her. "They're your family. Of course they're going to come see you and make sure you're all right. I can tell them all day but seeing is better."

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"I know." Because she'd do the same thing. She peered up at him. "She liked meeting them too."

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"Good," he said, sighing. "She -- Max was alive for her. I wanted to try and get as much information as I could about him for you."

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"Thank you," Isabelle mumbled.

She was back to trying to hide her face. Different reason this time.

[flickofthewrist]

"I wish I could have done more," Flick said, sighing. "I'm sorry I couldn't get a picture or something."

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Isabelle said nothing in reply.

But her shoulders shook. Just the once, and just barely, because she tried to keep to herself. But that was easier said than done when she was all cuddled up against him.

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"I'm sorry," Flick murmured, rubbing up and down her back. "I shouldn't have said anything."