This was just an idea that came to me randomly, and I wrote it in, like, an hour. Hope you like it!

6:00 PM, Saturday

"Please?" Jace begged.

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No! This is ridiculous. Tell him, Alec," Clary said. Alec shrugged.

"I think it's a good idea. After all, he's dating my sister. He needs to be taught early what we can do," Alec replied, jumping onto his counter.

Clary rolled her eyes. Ever since Simon had started going out with Isabelle, Alec had gotten very, very protective of his sister. Clary had assured him that Simon was the sweetest, nicest guy she knew, but Alec hadn't listened.

So, Jace had devised a plan. A . . . 'Right of Passage', he called it. Alec was satisfied, and now he waited, whilst Jace tried to convince Clary to help them.

"C'mon, Clary! All you have to do is call Simon over, we'll do the rest. And he won't get hurt, badly, at least. We promise," Jace said. Clary narrowed her eyes at Jace, then Alec.

"You can't hurt him," Clary said. Alec looked down, avoiding her eyes. "Seriously! I feel bad enough as it is! If you hurt him, I'll make sure Izzy knows." Clary enjoyed the brief look of fear in Alec's face. She knew he was thinking about Isabelle's deadly whip.

"Fine, deal," Alec said hurriedly. With a sigh, Clary dug for her cell in her jeans pocket. Flipping it open, she pressed '2' and speed-dialed Simon.

He picked up after three rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Simon!"

"Clary?"

"Yeah . . . I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out?" she asked.

"Um, I dunno . . . I've kind of got plans," Simon rejected her offer. Jace sidled up, leaning in to listen. Clary pushed him back angrily.

'Go away!' she mouthed.

"So anyways . . . hold on, what was I saying?" she'd lost her train of thought.

"I can't come over 'cause I've got plans . . . " Simon reminded her. Clary ran her hands through her hair.

"Right. Um, it'll be quick, I promise. I just need your opinion on a . . . dress," she said randomly. Alec snorted.

"My opinion? On a dress? Are you sure you don't want to call Izzy? Or even Maia?" he asked doubtfully.

"Simon! Come on! I really need an opinion! And you're my best friend. I trust your opinion more than anyone else's. And I've already called Izzy. She can't come. She's . . . busy."

"Ah. Well, I suppose. I can't stay long, though. See you in a minute," he told her.

"Great, thanks Simon!" she said, hanging up. "I hate you," she informed Jace. He grinned evilly.

"Oh, there is something else we need you to do." Clary rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"Find some way to lock Simon in your room."

"Wait –why?" Clary asked, confused. Alec groaned and slid off the table.

"Have you gotten dumber over the summer?" he asked. "We've gone over this a thousand times. Jace and I will knock him out once he gets here. We'll have to use a potion, of sorts. Once he's inhaled it, he'll be knocked out for five hours. Thankfully, it only works on Vamps, and not Shadowhunters.

Anyways, he can't see us, hence the 'locked in room' plan. Then, we put him in the trunk of our car, and drive him out to the middle of nowhere. Magnus should be setting up a portal now, so we portal back, leaving Simon. We'll leave the keys in his pocket, so he can get back. Clary, we just want to freak him out a bit. He'll be fine."

"First of all, I have not gotten dumber. And second of all . . . Simon's here. Hide! Now!" she said, shoeing them into her room. She watched Simon get out of a cab and start walking over to her door. Clary ran to open the door.

Swinging it open, she saw Simon standing in front of her, hands in pockets. He jumped back, surprised.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Window," she said simply. "Come in." Simon walked into the kitchen and began riffling through the fridge.

"Mmmm, leftovers!" he exclaimed, pulling a box of pizza. He opened it and grabbed a piece, shoving into his mouth while kicking the door of the fridge shut.

"You're a pig," she told him. "The dress is in my mom's room. Go to my room and wait until I say you can come out, 'kay?" she ordered. Simon shrugged and walked into her room, slamming the door. Clary tiptoed over and pressed her ear to the door. She heard a muffled voice (Simon) another voice (Jace) and a thud.

Suddenly, the door opened, causing Clary to fall forward – right into Jace. He caught her easily, and set her back onto her feet.

"Eaves-dropping, Clarissa?" he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

"Are you leaving now, Jonathon?" she asked coolly. He nodded.

"We've got what we came for." At that precise moment, Alec dragged Simon out of the room.

"Open the door, will you?" he asked Jace. Jace obliged, letting Alec drag Simon down the cement steps and around the back, where they'd parked their car.

"See you later, Clary," Jace told her, before closing the door. Clary sighed.

Why did she ever decide to help them?

4:00 PM, Sunday

Clary was worried. Simon hadn't called, and he hadn't returned. Jace had phoned her last night at 7:00 inform her that all went according to plan.

Suddenly, her phone started buzzing. She snatched it from the kitchen table and flipped it open.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Clary, its Jace. I have some bad news."

"What? What did you do, Wayland!" she snarled.

"Well, since Simon wasn't back, Alec and I went to see if he was still at the place we left him. Our car was there. But, um, Simon . . . wasn't," Jace finished.

"You lost Simon!" she shrieked.

"Yeah, what are we gonna do?" he asked.

"We? There is no 'we'. You better find him, Jace. Find him soon."

"Fine, but you should help."

"Why? You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out."

"But you know where he would go, or who would take him," Jace pointed out.

"Alright, fine!" she gave in without much fuss. She really needed to find Simon. "Come pick me up, but let Alec stay with the car. It might have clues," she instructed.

"Sure thing, Nancy Drew," he replied mockingly.

"Just hurry up!" she snapped, flipping her phone closed.

It rang again almost immediately. With a groan, she answered.

"Jace, what do you –"

"It's not Jace," a female voice interrupted. And not just a female voice. A furious, cold voice injected with poison. "It's Isabelle."

She knows, Clary thought, panicked.

We are so screwed.

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