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Author's Note:: Hi! Me and my friend, i8pancakes96, are switching back and forth parts to write this fanfic.

CHARACTERS: i8pancakes96:: Alec, Simon

me:: Jace, Clary

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~SIMON~

I opened my eyes to see that I was in a dark room, only a small bit of light shining in through the window from behind the dark curtains that covered the window. I lay in a bed, blankets covering me in layers. What happened? I sat up, confused, my head aching. OH. I remembered. I'd been turned into a RAT and kidnapped by VAMPIRES. Am I...? I looked at my skin, my hands, my arms, to make sure this wasn't a dream. To make sure I was truly human again. Yes...I AM... Thank god...

"Simon!" I was suddenly attacked by someone with a hug, and I didn't even have to turn around to see who it was when I responded,

"Clary..." I struggled free of the hug and laughed, shaken. "I'm HUMAN again...and I'm not hurt..." she nodded, and I could see in her eyes that she's done something dangerous.

"Are you INSANE?" I asked finally. "Let me guess, because, thank god, I seem to not remember...You FOLLOWED the VAMPIRES to what could have been CERTAIN DEATH...or UNDEATH?" she gave a small, sideways smile. Guilty as charged.

"You're crazy." I said, teasing, and laughed as I pushed her off the bed the rest of the way so I could get up. She stood up and crossed her arms, giving me a look of fake disgust.

"I can't believe you'd assume such a thing." she said. Then she smiled. "Simon, you know I'd always save you. You're my friend. I'd always go into hell to save you..." she gave another smile and helped me stand up the rest of the way.

"Oh, so you know, I came in here 'cause Izzy wanted me to let you know that lunch is ready...well, IF you'd still been out cold I think that would've been pointless." I nodded and said, "Thanks."

When I had changed into new, clean, not sweat-drenched clothes, Clary and I exited the guest bedroom and headed down the hall and to the dining room. All the way there, I was thinking of all that had happened since Clary and I found out about Shadowhunters... So much had changed, it had gotten so crazy and confusing...

My train of thought came to a sudden halt when someone pushed passed me, making me stumble and almost fall. I heard Clary yell,

"JACE!"

and when I caught my balance and looked up to see who it was, even though I already knew, I saw Jace snicker as he passed. Alec passed us calmly and quietly, following Jace as he walked, not saying a word but just looking ahead at the blond boy and shaking his head. Clary rolled her eyes and looked at me.

"You okay?"

"Yea." I said. "He pushes EVERYONE around, doesn't he?" I sked, shaking my head and sighing. "That jerk."

"He not...well, he IS a jerk...well..." Clary gave a frustrated sigh and continued walking, me following behind her. she crossed her arms. "He's...Jace. God, He can be so hateful."

"BE hateful?" I laughed a little, dryly. "Clary, he's ALWAYS hateful. He's the DEFINITION of hateful and arrogant." Clary gave a small laugh and nodded, agreeing.

When we reached the dining room, I saw that Alec and Jace had taken seats near Isabelle. Church, the Institute's cat, also was in the room, pacing around Isabelle's seat as if to ask if she would feed him.

"No, Church. Shoo." Izzy yelled at the cat. Church, hissing, bounded out of the room.

When Izzy saw me and Clary heading toward the table, she smiled and sat the fork she'd been holding onto her plate.

"Simon! Clary!" she exclaimed, standing up. "Simon, you're awake."

As we approached Isabelle, she wrapped both of us one at a time in a hug, first Clary then me. When she unwrapped her arms from around me, she gestured toward a couple seats, one between herself and Jace, the other beside Alec.

"Please, sit down." She offered. We did so, Clary choosing the seat beside Jace as I chose to sit across from her, beside Alec. Isabelle took her seat once more after handing the two of us plates of food, Chinese food, probably ordered from a nearby Chinese place since Izzy seemed to have no great cooking skills, along with a fork and a napkin for each of us.

"Thank you." Clary said, and I echoed her thanks. Silence took over the table for several moments before Jace gave a small, fake cough and set his fork down and began to speak with fake politeness.

"May I ask why the Mundane is still here?"

I rolled my eyes and continued to eat, but Clary gave Jace an irritated glare.

"Because he is my friend and if I have to stay here then he stays, too." Clary said, crossing her arms.

"Well we could always kick you BOTH out, now couldn't we?" he countered. "We could leave you to the mercy of, say, Valent-"

"Jace." Isabelle warned. "That is not going to happen, and you know it." she looked at Clary, then at me. "You're staying for now." She said with a smile. I nodded hesitantly, ready to tell her that I'd be fine if I went home right now, that I didn't need to stay, but Clary spoke before I could say anything.

"And you're not about to argue with Isabelle, now are you, Jace? We're staying." She uncrossed her arms andcontinued to eat.

There was more silence washing over the table for the next few minutes, until everything became very awkward and everyone seemed to want someone else other than themselves to speak and break the silence. Finally, Alec stood up.

"Well, I'm going to go back to my room for a while..." His quick gaze settled on me, then Clary, then Izzy as he spoke, but before he proceeded to walk away, his eyes lingered on Jace for a couple seconds; the blond boy seemed not to notice as he continued to stab his chicken with his fork boredly, and Alec quickly fled the room.

"Does he always leave quickly like that?" I asked, not really expecing an answer. Jace, however, put his fork down and folded his hands, elbows on the table, and rested his chin in his hands as he spoke.

"Yea...but it doesn't seem so important, does it? If he has his own business to attend to, why should we ask questions, Mundane?"

"I DO have a name, you know." I shot back. "And I was just wondering..."

"Well maybe you should stay out of people's business." Jace said, yawning as he shrugged. "But it doesn't matter."

Izzy sighed. "No, it doesn't." she looked annoyed, but still she smiled. "Anyways..." she looked at Clary, then at me. "It's good to have you back, Simon...You know, because you were a rat and all." I tried not to grimace at the thought of ever being a rat again. "Yea." I said, giving a humorless laugh, an awkward laugh. "I don't think I ever want to do that again."

"Oh, but you were such a great rat." Jace said. Of course he'd say that. He'd probably wanted me to stay a rat. I gave him a glare, but I didn't respond. Jace crossed his arms.

"What?" he asked. "No comeback? That's depressing." Clary, sighing, put her fork down. I looked at her, then at her plate; she'd barely eaten. Before I could tell her that she should eat more, she spoke, her words directed at, you guessed it, Jace.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked. Jace looked fakely offended.

"Nothing is wrong with me..."

"Unless you count arrogant and crude to be wrong." I muttered, making Izzy roll her eyes. Before anyone could speak again, Jace stood up.

"Well, I am getting bored, and I'm finished eating." we all looked at his plate.

"You hardly ate..." Izzy said, looking at him. He shrugged. "But..." Jace was heading toward the door before Izzy could finish.

"Where is he gong?" Clary asked. I shrugged, and Isabelle sighed. "I don't know. Either to the library, the gardens, or to see what Alec is up to." she smiled.

Clary started to leave the table.

"Clary, where-" I begane, but she interrupted me.

"Simon, it doesn't matter." she said as she left the room. I crossed my arms and looked around the room. She's probably following Jace... I thought to myself.