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The Pool, Friday Evening

Isabelle wasn't a big swimmer. It wasn't that she didn't know how or anything (because she did), but just that there it wasn't a very important skill for most Shadowhunters to have, and there wasn't a pool at the Institute. Also, covering up her Marks and scars with glamours to go to a public swimming pool was far too much of a hassle.

And one she hadn't bothered with here. It was Friday evening, and she figured most people had better things to do than go for a swim. She could've thought of a few, but somehow swimming had still won out. Maybe she was saving her ideas for the weekend. Or something else like that. (Or maybe she just liked the calm stillness of it all. Maybe she wanted that right now.) Fact of the matter was that she was here, in a deep red swimsuit that left most of the dark runes and the light scars on her skin exposed. Not that anyone was going to get to look at them for very long.

She dove in and got started on swimming laps, her hair alternating between floating in the water behind her and clinging to her shoulders.

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Isaac had not planned getting anywhere near the pool but he had caught a familiar smell when he was out wandering the dorms and followed it. For one, it was good training. For two, he was bored. And three, it led him somewhere good. All excellent reasons.

"Well that looks fun."

Isabelle finished her lap before deigning to acknowledge him. That probably didn't come as a surprise. Besides, she could do that cute thing of putting her hands against the edge of the pool and peering up at him once she did.

"I didn't think so at first," she said, pushing wet hair back from her face, "but yes."

"You went in there not knowing if it'd be fun?" he asked.

Isabelle shrugged.

"I was bored."

It was the best reason to do anything ever.

"You don't deal with boredom well do you?"

"No."

That came with a slightly condescending look, free of charge!

"But maybe this was a safer option than going on the mainland to hunt."

Isaac lifted his eyebrows. "I take it we're not talking bunny rabbits."

"No," she said. "Bunny rabbits are adorable and don't exactly lurk in the shadows. Not where I'm from, anyway."

"You know, some people could just enjoy lurking in shadows without being dangerous," he said. "I'm not saying I'm that type of person but I am saying I know a few."

"Well, I'm only after the ones that lurk in the shadows feasting on the bunny rabbits." Completely accurate description of Shadowhunterhood right there. "Except by bunny rabbits I mean humans. And it's not always so much feasting as it is just tormenting them for fun."

"Oh, well, that's completely different," Isaac said, bending down some so he could test the water with his fingertips. "Find that often on the mainland?"

"Haven't really gone looking yet," she replied, idly, watching him. "But I used to find it all the time back in New York. It's my job to find that."

"Seems like you've been preparing for that job for a long time," Isaac said, thinking about the way younger Isabelle had acted. "I take that it's a life long thing?"

"Well, 'job' was the wrong word," Isabelle replied, resting one elbow against the edge of the pool and just barely splashing some water with her other hand. "Because yes, it's a life long thing. We're born Shadowhunters."

Well, these days. What with the Mortal Cup being missing and all.

Isaac couldn't really say he hated the view, considering he was standing up and looking down right now.

"Your younger self seemed like she wanted to stab me."

This was Isabelle, so that was probably intentional on her part. Or at least she was fully aware of it.

"Well, you were being an uppity Downworlder."

He'd called her adorable.

"Me? Uppity?" Isaac said, pretending to be offended. "I've never been uppity a day in my life."

Isabelle smirked up at him.

"So, uppity and a liar."

Isaac smiled. "I don't have to stand here and take this abuse."

"No, you don't," Isabelle agreed pleasantly. "You can also join me in the pool and take the abuse."

"I suppose I can arrange that," Isaac said, taking a step back so he could kick off his sneakers. "I'm lacking swimwear though."

Because that'd be such a hardship for Isabelle to put up with.

"Tragic."

Yeah, not so much.

"Well I figured I'd give you fair warning," he said, stripping off his shirt. The pants quickly followed. Seeing as he was from Beacon Hills and his last name wasn't Stilinski so he had no problem with stripping in public.

Bless his town. Isabelle was totally leering because she had no shame.

"Well it's nice to be warned, lest my heartbeat get out of control or something."

"Please, as if you'd allow yourself to swoon in such a way." Standing by the edge of the pool in just his black boxer briefs for a few moments, Isaac debated on how he should take the plunge into the pool.

"I'll spare you the Pocahontas swan dive," he decided after a moment. He just ended up placing a hand on the edge of the pool and slid in gracefully.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure what that means, but it sounds like it's for the best."

Someone needed to shove some Disney movies at the poor girl.

"But now I don't get to retaliate for any splashing."

"And how would you retaliate, dare I ask?"

There was only one way to answer that.

And that was by suddenly splashing a not insignificant amount of water at him.

Isaac sputtered, taken a little by surprise by that even though he really shouldn't have been. At least the action made him duck his head under the water. Might as well since the job had been started for him.

"Okay, I should have seen that coming."

"Yes, yes you should have," she agreed, nodding. With a grin. "That kind of lack of anticipating things can get you killed, you know."

"I think it's more a case of me giving away my trust too easily." Which was very true in most cases when it came to Isaac. "I'm just too sweet and innocent."

"You're in a pool in your underwear, and your cherubic curls are looking a little flat," Isabelle retorted. "I think at least some of that innocence is fake."

"You just had to bring my hair into it, didn't you?" he asked. "That's crossing a line."

"Oh, I had to." Just like she had to reach out and touch it. "It lessens the cherubic image right now. And this is coming from someone derived from angels."

Isaac was more than used to having his hair touched so he let it happen with no fuss. It was the price you paid for having curly hair like that. "You're lacking some wings."

It was a good thing to be used to around Isabelle's touchiness. She tried wrapping some of his wet hair around her finger, even though it maybe wasn't quite long enough for that.

"Yes, but full of boosted blood. It gets me as high as I need to go."

"Fair enough," he said with a nod. "I guess my blood's boosted too, even if I wasn't born that way."

"Something like that," Isabelle agreed. "Although where I'm from we consider it a disease."

Because they were nice like that.

"I was told it was a gift," he said. "It did make my life a little better, but I feel like I'm a rare case."

"I'm sure some werewolves say that back home too. Vampires, too." She let her fingertips trail down over his temple and his cheek before she pulled her hand away. "Personally I think your gifts were given earlier than that, but that's just me."

Isaac smiled slightly before huffing out a laugh. "And to think younger you got all mad at me when I called you adorable. It's so true thou

"I take more pride in being adorable now." For some reason that needed to be exmplified by tilting her head and wrapping a wet strand of hair around her fingers. "And obviously I'm a little less ready to dismiss you solely based on your condition."

"That's much appreciated," he said. "Being dismissed would have hurt my feelings."

"And only those, if you were lucky."

She pushed away from the edge of the pool-

"So it's for the best if I stay on your good side?" Like he didn't already know that.

Yeah, smart people tended to pick up on that fast.

"I was seven, and I hit you with a sword. Imagine what I'd do with one now that I'm seventeen."

"Hit me with a non-wooden sword?" The wooden one had been really cute.

"A really sharp one." She took a few leisurely strokes. "The runes wouldn't be drawn on with a marker, either."

Okay, it had been a really cute sword.

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