AN: Collected one-shots for TMI. No chronological order. Just for fun.

DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to the high and mighty Cassandra Clare. Ronnie is mine.

Of Cameras and Dreams

It had been a blistering hot and sunny day in New York City, and five shadow hunters had made the most of it. The five shadow hunters of The New York Institute had spent more time than necessary in the pool they had built in the summer before last. And now, as Clary looked around her at the sight of four of those hunters, she couldn't help but smile and attempt to suppress a chuckle.

Isabel was neatly curled up in a ball on one half of the couch, her hair wrapped in a towel, with her stepbrother, Jace, sprawled out on the other half. Alec posed a similar state as Jace, just only on the armchair beside his siblings, whilst Ronnie, still in her bathing suit, lay on her stomach on the floor, her hair surrounding her like a pool of brown curls.

Looking at the four teens in front of her, Clary didn't have the heart to wake them for that is exactly what they looked like, four normal teenagers. Not Four teenagers with the weight of the shadowhunting world on their shoulders. For a moment they did not have to meet the expectations and rigorous demands of the Clave, but where able to succumb the sweet embrace of sleep and dance to the rhythm of their dreams.

Clary wondered what they would be dreaming about, considering that a dream one has is a hope, or perhaps an ideal to strive for.

Spotting Ronnie's camera on the counter, Clary picked it up and took the picture. Their moment of escaped reality documented forever. Clary marveled at the pictures that Ronnie had taken earlier in the day. She managed to capture Clary's shocked as well as amused face as Jace threw her into the water, along with the water caving in around her.

There was a picture of a large splash of water and a few stray droplets, and if you look closely, you could see Jace's smiling face as he directed that splash to Alec. But looking through the pictures that Ronnie had taken, her favorite had to have been a picture taken at the end of the day, right as the sun was setting and the sky was painted with a thousand colors of orange and yellow hues.

The cameras focus was on Clary, Jace, Alec, and Isabel; all four laughing at something Jace had said. What was so remarkable about the picture was how Ronnie managed to capture each of their personalities in one shot. Jace was leaning back on his hands, his grin proof that he was proud of the joke; Alec and his crimson face, and who no doubt, was the punch line of the joke; Clary's hands over her mouth to stop her from laughing but her eyes squinting with mirth; and Isabel's hands in mid-clap, as she freely laughed at the joke.

Clary was taken aback at the hidden, remarkable, and exceptional secret talent that Ronnie possessed. As Clary looked over at her, she wondered what she was dreaming about at the moment, whether it was about a certain general's son or the war looming over their heads.

There was one thing Clary was certain of, as she looked down at the camera in her hands, and it was that if there had been no war to determine the fate of the shadow world, Clary was positive that this would have been Ronnie's dream. The camera and the magic Ronnie could have created with it would have been her dream.

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So what did you guys think? I know the whole Ronnie thing must be confusing, but in a story that I'm writing (which is not yet published), she and Jace are twins. Reviews, follows, and/or favorites would be great.