A/N: This was based on a joke one of the people in my TMI roleplaying group and I came up with one day in science class. It is meant to be a crack pairing, but not an actual crack fic. So, I introduce to you, the first Simon X Alec (A.K.A., Salec) baby!
Chapter One
Rays of sunlight peaked through the sheer curtains of a hotel room as Simon awoke. He didn't know where he was, and even less what warm figure he was lying next to. Once he had turned to see what or who it was, he wished that he hadn't turned his head.
Lying next to him was the sleeping body of Alec Lightwood. He almost fell off of the somewhat uncomfortable bed, causing Alec's eyelids to close tightly, then slutter very slightly. Simon covered his mouth, then stood up, and quietly trudged to the small bathroom. His legs felt like thick pieces of lead, and his head was just as weighted, with a dull throbbing near his Mark.
He stared at himself in the mirror, noticing that he was naked. His eyes suddenly widened. What will Isabelle do to me if she finds out? What will Magnus do?! He panicked in his thoughts as he filled the cold, plastic sink with water. He splashed it onto his face, then looked up at himself.
What have I done. . .? He thought as he poked his head through the doorway. Alec was woozily waking up, and he seemed to be silently freaking out in his mind as he tried to look for Magnus, apparently. Simon hid back behind the door, and sighed quietly. He then walked out, wrapping a barely fuzzy towel around his waist. A silence drew through the room as Alec pulled the blanket around his body, and looked at Simon, shock hiding behind his stern eyes. They shone brightly, even through his anger.
"What are you doing here, Daylighter?" He asked in a sleepy tone, far different from his normal, serious voice.
"I was just about to ask the same thing, Alec." He swallowed hard, and noticed a few faint scars that didn't look like the scars from runes. These ones were far too reddish looking. Simon stepped closer, then inspected Alec's shoulder. His breath almost stopped as he saw what it was.
"Alec. . .you're bitten. . ." He stammered slightly. He knew no one else would be here. They would have never put him and Alec in a bed together, and naked, no less.
The Nephilim boy looked almost unamused. "Simon, is this a joke? Because I'm expected that Jace, Izzy, Clary, and Magnus are about to jump out and yell 'We got you' any minute now." Was Alec always this doubtful?
Simon tilted his head to his side, and pointed to the bite. A little drizzle of blood was trickling from it, the crimson red striking against the white of Alec's shoulder. He shrugged slightly.
"Give me my stele and I can draw an iratze on." He said, sitting up a bit more, the small of his back resting against the pillow.
Simon looked around the room, but didn't see it. He instinctively pulled the pillow case off of one of the pillows, and rested it on Alec's shoulder.
"Well, Simon, mind telling me why you're wearing a towel, even though you didn't take a shower?" He asked, his brow furrowing very subtly.
They both stared at each other for a few moments, and then Simon looked down at Alec. He was normally very thin, with his ribs being slightly noticeable through his scarred skin. But, there was something odd near the end of his torso: a small bump. It was hard to see, but Simon knew it was there. He tried to reach out and touch it, but Alec already was poking at it.
"Is this fat?" He asked in a confused tone. His blue eyes darkened as he covered his mouth, his cheeks turning a very faint green.
"Ale-" Was all Simon could mutter before Alec had pushed him out of the way and run to the bathroom, releasing a pained vomiting noise.
