Come here, I'll Carry You - Shadowhunters

Come Here, I'll Carry You.

[[Notes: Used the Prompt "Come here, I'll carry you" more information on these prompts in the AO3 Version of this fic.]]

"I think I've figured you out." Said Simon as he turned on his heels and started to walk backwards.

Clary crossed her arms. "You have, huh? Go on then, give us your words of wisdom."

"You, Clary Fray, are an anime protagonist."

"An anime character?" She snorted. "No way!"

Simon shrugged. "You've got the hair," he started to count on his fingers. "A crazy talent that will likely aid you on quests." He put another finger down, then a third. "And you somehow managed to lose your shoe down a storm drain on 83rd with surprisingly low effort. I rest my case." You're also the prettiest girl in the room at any given time. He thought to himself, holding the thought close to his heart as he always did.

"You can't cross the bridge like that, there's always broken bottles everywhere." He sighed and turned around, crouching down slightly on the pavement. "Come here, I'll Carry you."

Clary hesitated. Normally she'd hop on his back without hesitation. It was not new to her to ride on Simon's back, but the Brooklyn Bridge was an hour walk, she couldn't expect Simon to do that. "Simon, you're not carrying me on your back for an entire hour."

"Last thing we need is you stepping on some meth needle and getting HIV." He pointed out a little too seriously. "Or Tetanus from rusty nails, or hepatitis or even just an infection from broken glass–"

She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to sigh. "Alright, alright" she said to put an end to his endless list of illnesses and infections he could think of. She hopped up onto his back in one fluid motion. His hands went under her legs as she leaned forward against his back, securing her arms around his collarbone.

He slowly moved to stand up straighter and started to go forward.

She craned her neck and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Simon, you really don't have to schlep all the way across with me on your back." She said with a smile that he could feel without looking at her.

"Did you just say schlep ?– Never mind. It's no problem." He insisted. "Are you good back there?" He asked as he started to pick up his pace just a little.

She nodded against his cheek. "Yeah, I'm fine."

A little over an hour later, Simon set Clary down in front of her apartment. She could see (and had felt) that he was a bit red in the face. She took his hand in hers and dragged him up the stairs. She got him a glass of water and he thanked her. "You should join the track team this year." She teased, but her tone was affectionate.

He laughed at that. "Oh, right. Sign me up. Football too while we're at it." He looked at her across the kitchen island. Resting his chin on his hands, his smile brightening. Her long red hair spilling over her left shoulder, and the light coming through the window cast a shine on it. Like satin.

When her eyes met his, she coughed on her own water. "What?" She asked. "Do I have something on my face?" She asked.

He coughed, having been caught for about the second time that day. He couldn't help it. When they'd been at the gallery in Bushwick he couldn't help but be happy to see how excited she was. She'd called him out the too. "There's an indent on your cheek from my glasses. He scratched his own cheek. Her hand came up and she rubbed her face and she laughed. "Huh," her tone was amused as she came around the counter and sat beside him. He watched as she wrapped her arms around him.

He returned the embrace and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "That's for giving up your day for me, I know you're not supposed to do heavy lifting."

Simon laughed. "What else was I going to do on a Saturday?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I'd rather spend it with you than anything else, and I'm sure it's fine for me to stop you from cutting your foot open on the bridge." He said, and he meant it. Spending time with Clary was his favourite thing in the world, he might have loved it as much as he loved music. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. Because I love you . He wanted to say, but once again, like hundreds of times before, he didn't.