D: I know, it's been done one too many times. To be exact as of now there are two fanfics for the Mortal Instruments series with a Truth or Dare base. ;A; But I want to try, dammit.

-Peanutthatbutter

"Jace," Clary said as she peeked into his room. The boy had his face burrowed into his pillows and his hair a natural disaster that only he could pull off any day. He groaned a reply into the thin pillow and put it to the side, yawning and mumbling incoherent things. Clary brightened. "Jace, let's eat breakfast." The red-head walked over and sat down on Jace's bed, which omitted a creak. After blinking a few times, his vision clearly showed Clary, his one and only angel.

How cheesy, he thought to himself. But he still pushed himself up to feel the smooth skin of Clary—his Clary. He held it over her collarbone for a second, justifying that, yes, this girl was authentic, alive, and his. He smiled and his hand dropped.

"Morning."

Clary smiled back. "Morning."

Breakfast took place on the rooftop, crowds of plants surrounding the two. Clary and Jace were cross-legged upon a familiar picnic blanket. Clary poured milk from the carton into her bowl of cereal and sighed, but not depressingly.

"Do you remember that time when—"

"Of course," Jace said. He grinned. "Stupid, what's there to forget?" The girl across from him looked up at the skies, reminiscing while crunching cereal in her mouth. Jace peeled two apples for them. She felt so lucky. In the spur of the moment she blurted, "Let's play Truth or Dare." She turned to him like a kid with a light bulb that had just turned on.

"Let's play Truth or Dare," she said again. Jace paused and then cocked his head.

"Why the sudden epiphany?" he joked, cutting the last piece of the first apple. He set the two resulting slices down on a plate, and then shrugged. "Well, I guess it doesn't hurt since it's just us two." Clary nodded almost too enthusiastically.

"That's a yes, yes?" she asked.

Jace shrugged once more. "Yeah," he let out in one breath. "Yeah, I'll play." Few seconds passed before he finished peeling and slicing the second apple.

After wiping his sticky hands on a napkin, Clary said, "Then I'm going first. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Jace said. He thought it'd be no trouble since Clary didn't seem like the type to make extreme decisions. Unlike some other people that come to mind, he thought. The faces of Isabelle and Maia popped up in his head as well as a missing-in-action Magnus, unpredictable-at-times Alec, and even the I-dislike-you-for-stealing-my-best-friend Simon. Clary pursed her lips, blushing slightly.

"Why'd you have to pick that?" she mumbled. Jace furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"The question was either truth or dare. The game's called Truth or Dare. What other option other than truth is there than dare? There's practically a fifty-fifty chance I'd have said truth, but you know," he bit into a crunchy apple slice, "I just feel like a dare-taking person right now." Clary seemed slightly upset at his choice, but now that he knew she had a problem with his pick, he just couldn't take it back. He had the urge to tease her all the more, and stuck with it. "Dare," he repeated.

She rolled her eyes at this, saying, "I know, I know. Fine." She sighed. "I dare you to… act like a damsel in distress for a whole hour—"

"A what—"

"—and that everybody you see during that hour is a potential knight-in-shining-armor."

"Wait—"

"…or something like that," Clary finished. She played with her fingers, trying to distract herself from the confused Jace before her.

"A what! A damsel in distress? You just…you just said that, didn't you? Wait! You said, 'or something like that,' at the end. What do you mean 'something like that'?" he sputtered. Clary shook her head, mumbling apologies. Jace only then realized what he'd gotten himself into. Two people entered from the only door on the roof, laughing hysterically. Isabelle and Maia were already getting their kicks out of the beginning of the Truth or Dare game. It seemed to be the same for Magnus, Alec, and Simon, whom all entered the roof a moment afterwards. Magnus kept an otherwise straight face if it weren't for the smile playing on his lips, Alec couldn't resist having a laugh or two after keeping his breath held in for so long, and Simon was guffawing shamelessly, face flushed red. All were there to join the party.

Magnus spoke to Jace. "You know, when I first heard that call of panic from Isabelle about you, I'd thought you were in some kind of life or death situation from a tussle with a demon, but I should've known better…compared to a demon, you're in some really deep shit now, Jace," Magnus chuckled. Jace's face was stunned with surprise all the while. His composure returned shortly, along with a fuse.

"Guys. This isn't funny." He turned to Clary. "Clary—!"

"I'm so sorry!" she whinnied, cringing a bit from his reprimanding voice. "I told you not to pick dare!" She paused. "I mean, I guess I didn't after all, but I gave a hint!"

Jace couldn't deny that. He closed his eyes and calmed his temper. The loud exclaims from Isabelle, Maia and Simon hadn't yet ceased.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please, do silence yourselves!" Jace said, face red with part anger and part embarrassment. Clary lifted her head. Everyone quieted. "Thank you," he said in a quiet, lady-like manner.

That's when the real roll of choking laughter and guffaws began. Even Clary didn't resist laying shame on Jace. The new damsel in distress surely was in distress then. But he still politely held his façade…and new manner of speaking.

"People, please calm yourselves! This is no way for men and women of a higher standard to hold themselves in such a situation! Please redeem your manners and consider how this feels for a damsel in distress such as I!" The laughs got louder then, affecting Jace as well. He began choking in the middle of his sentences, feeling the pull to let go and roll on the floor and clench his stomach in the pain of holding in his laughter. Yet he still went on. "I, myself, am omitting the command of doing the act of seeing every one of you as a 'potential knight-in-shining-armor' since firstly, not a single one of you are eligible to be my male counterpart and secondly, a dare in my dictionary is only to contain a single command. However, may I add that such a demeanor I have obtained will not last long! Sixty minutes of sixty seconds each are slowly passing by, and I'm a lady of a refined taste for punishing those whom put others in a spotlight of ridicule, so you can bet that I'll be on a certain somebody's case after this ordeal," Jace said, eying the crowd tentatively. He didn't bother observing Clary, for he know that she wasn't the one that had thought up of such a ridiculous dare. The others continued with their fun, but were aware of Jace's threat. All in all though, he would've found it an amusing dare—if he weren't the one doing it.

Hurrah! Hurrah! This was actually an enjoyable chapter for me. :D Thus, I am willing to make this a series…although it'll probably end up a series without plot. x'D Reviews are loved! Also, who loves Jace playing the "damsel in distress"? Is it just me?

-Peanutthatbutter