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5th floor common room ; wednesday afternoon

While Flick could deal with the cold weather, that didn't mean he wanted to be out in it, freezing his ass off for longer than necessary. And today, going out there wasn't necessary. He didn't have any classes to run to and he didn't have the motivation to slink into town to try and relieve some townspeople of their belongings.

All he really had the energy to do was wake up, put on some clothes and make his way down to the common room so he could scrounge some food and take advantage of their comfortable sofas. Doing this probably made him lazy but he didn't care. He figured he should take advantage of the downtime since it looked like he had to get back to New York sooner rather than later. It was almost Ranking Day and apparently, Mandel wanted Flick there to see the Dux title taken away.

Honestly, Flick didn't really care. He'd done it on purpose and he was at peace with it. He knew what was going to happen, he knew what he was and what he had to do so he didn't need the title. Joi could have it and be safe. The television was on but Flick wasn't paying that much attention to the soap opera he'd stopped on. His attention was on the news articles that he was scrolling through on his phone.

Time to see what the Mandel alumni (including his asshole father) were up to. See how they were wrecking lives and what the current Mandel students had to look forward to. Such a lovely world they were shaping.

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Flick couldn't help but glare at her when she started ticking things off on her fingers. He didn't really ever recall anyone doing that to him before so it was glare worthy.

"I didn't yell at you," he grumbled, turning his glare back to the television for a moment while he wondered how she'd ended up agreeing with Jude. His dead brother, of all people, had supporters.

"But, it's not an idea, it's a plan. Already took some measures to ensure that I'd be the one on his freaking lab table," he shared, shaking his head. "There isn't a third option. Isabelle, my freaking father made a bet about this, about my brain and what's inside it. He bet on his kid. He's expecting this and if he gets what he wants, maybe he can stop this shit."

Maybe. Sigh.

"Maybe."

Isabelle didn't sound like she thought that was likely. It just didn't go with Shadowhunter mentality to sacrifice yourself, like that. In battle, yes, but what sounded like laying down and dying and hoping it solved things?

No.

"What?" Flick asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He figured she didn't believe him from both the tone of her very succinct one word reply.

She shrugged. "Nothing. It's none of my business. It's not my job to convince you not to be an idiot."

"I don't know what else to do," he said, trying not sound as helpless as he felt. Flick clenched a fist and took a few breaths.

"Let me see your hand," he said, trying to prove that he was really right in the middle of a rock and a hard place. "I wanna show you something."

Isabelle sighed and rolled her eyes again, but gave him her hand. The right one, with the black Mark in the shape of an eye.

"Don't roll your eyes," Flick said dryly, rolling his own eyes at her. "It's rude."

He was still trying to be sarcastic despite everything. He took her hand and guided it to a spot near his hairline, very close to his temple.

There was a small incision there and, underneath, something bumpy that could be felt. He pushed her fingers there and then let go.

"It's a tracking device," he said. "He implanted me with it. He knows where I am, I take it out, he ends up killing more people because I misbehaved."

Not really the right word for it but whatever. "I've got no other options."

By the Angel, mundies and their obsession with technology. Her fingertips were light against his skin but yes, she felt the bump.

"Regardless, I can't believe that."

Flick didn't move his head while she had her fingers near his temple because he really didn't want to dislodge something that was implanted in his head.

"What do you believe, then?" he asked, curious despite himself.

"I believe there are more options," she said, pulling her hand away again, returning to cradling her mostly empty coffee cup. "And I think you do too. Wouldn't you have just gone and gotten it over already if you didn't? Or is it a timing thing, or sentimentality?"

Or good old-fashioned fear of death.

"Timing," he answered after a quiet pause. "There are other things I need to take care of before I...do anything else, I guess."

He wasn't afraid to die but that didn't mean he wanted to die. "I'm in this mess because I want revenge on my father. And I intend to get it. I -- "

Flick sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Maybe there's another option, I don't know. I can't see it right now."

"Then you're not looking hard enough."

It wasn't harsh, really. Just maybe a little stern, like she was channeling Hodge back at the Institute. Pushing her and her siblings to be that little bit better because it would save their lives eventually.

Oh, Jude would love you, Isabelle.

"Where did this come from?" Flick asked, gesturing to her. "I didn't expect to hear this from you."

Not because she wasn't right or didn't have the knowledge but because she'd proclaimed to not give a damn to him on multiple occasions.

So, maybe she cared a tiny little bit. Or maybe it was all that Shadowhunter training. Her whole life's purpose was to protect mundanes from the shadows that lurked right out of their sight, right? Or maybe he'd just caught her having a softer moment.

She shrugged.

"I have a low tolerance for idiocy."

Flick was quiet for a second, watching her before he looked away.

"I'm not an idiot," he said quietly, turning his head back to look at her. "Well, not at all the time, at least. My brother would like you."

It was a pretty high compliment since Jude was like this everything. His whole reason for doing this, in fact.

"I'm very likable." And quippy, even during dark times. Like right now. "It helps that I'm right."

"Yes, he would say that too," Flick said, huffing out a quiet laugh. "That he was right not that you were right but I'm sure he'd agree with you if he were alive."

His absence stung painfully for a few seconds. "Now, the likeable part, I don't know..."

He looked over at her, subtly smirking because he could.

"Please, you like me," Isabelle scoffed dismissively. "You were just saying you'd come on to me whenever. Obviously that was a lie, with all this impending death stuff, but still."

"Adding a disclaimer to my statement about coming onto you made it sound stupid," Flick told her, shrugging. "But fine, I like you. But, you like me too."

So there.

Isabelle shrugged back at him.

She would not bother to neither confirm or deny that.

"Yeah, you just sat here and argued with me about things you didn't care about a few weeks ago," Flick said, reaching over and shoving her shoulder gently. "Don't say if you don't want to but I know the truth."

"I still care as little about the same things," Isabelle told him, making a lazy effort of batting his hand away. "It's you who's changed."

Towards self-sacrificial idiocy, in her opinion.

"No, I haven't changed," he said, sighing stubbornly. "This has always been me. I wanted to die in place of my brother, you know. He's only gone because I wasn't there."

Shut up, Jude. It was true.

"I want revenge for him and if this is what it takes, I'll do it. I'll do whatever I have to do. You wouldn't do that for your family?"

"You have no idea what I would do and who for."

Not said unkindly. Even if she did have some of her usual aloofness there. Battle and sacrifice was the Shadowhunter way, but personally she leaned more towards the battle side of things.

"And you think your brother would want this kind of revenge from you?"

"I don't know."

Yes, he did but admitting that he hallucinated his younger brother wasn't something he was too keen to reveal. But, he knew. He was just ignoring it.

"It's what I want though," he said, sounding steely. "And don't I get to do things that I want to do sometimes?"

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