Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. The only thing that's mine is the plot line.

Clary sat in the ally, shaking. She had heard stories about this sort of thing happening, but she never dreamed that it could happen to her. Especially after she found out about her Shadowhunter background. After all, even though she'd never had the training, wouldn't some sort of instinct kick in like it had with the demon that had been in her apartment?

Had that really only been a few months ago? It felt like lifetimes.

And the last time she'd seen Jace… It had only been three weeks ago, but that also felt like lifetimes. The Chex-Mix she'd had for breakfast that morning felt like it had happened in another lifetime as well.

She felt dirty all over, but it wasn't from the slime from the dumpster that she now sat leaning against. It wasn't from being curled up on a back ally of New York City. It was from something that she'd only heard stories of.

What was she supposed to do now? Call the police? Luke? Simon? Calling someone seemed like the obvious thing to do, but she couldn't. She couldn't make herself reach into her pocket and pull out her cell phone. It was just all too embarrassing. Luke and Simon… How could she tell them what happened? How could she be around them, around any man, after this?

Isabelle, maybe? She wasn't sure what she and Isabelle were, exactly. Friends, acquaintances? She didn't know if Isabelle liked her. Clary admired Isabelle. She was strong, and competent. Isabelle would have never let something like this happen to her. She would have been able to take care of herself. No, she couldn't call Isabelle. What if she laughed. What if she confirmed what Clary was fearing; that this had all been her fault.

After another few minuets of thinking, Clary made her decision. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number that she'd never needed before. The only reason she had it at all was because Jace had insisted. His exact words had been If something happens, and you can't get a hold of me, I want you to be able to get help. That had been after they were leaving Taiki's.

The phone rang three times before she got a response.

"Clary?" His voice was slightly disbelieving. "Why are you calling me? Jace is right here. Do you want to talk to him?"

"Alec," Clary didn't recognize her own voice. She was on the verge of crying. "Don't tell Jace. I don't want him to know. Can you-- can you just go in the other room for a minuet?"

"Are you ok?" Alec asked. "Are you crying?"

"What's wrong?" she heard Jace ask in the background. He sounded worried.

"Hey, Jace, it's nothing. Just a bad connection. Um, she didn't mean to call. Sat on her phone and hit the speed dial," Alec lied. "I'll be right back. I just left something in my room." Clary heard foot steps and then a door. "Clary, what's wrong?"

"I need help. I just… I didn't know who else to call. I was raped."

A/N: Okay, this is something I just wrote spur of the moment. I don't have much planed except for a lot of Jace and Clary moments and Alec and Magnus moments. This is just the prolog. My next Chapters will be longer. So, good, bad, yes, no? Give me reviews!! No flames please, just constructive feedback.