Chapter 1: Nothing to hide?

Hello! This is my first fanfic, and my first TMI fanfic, so if this sucks, sorry. Give it a try and you get 100,000 points.

Disclaimer: And I don't own TMI. If I did Alexander and Clarissa would both be dead. Max would still be alive. Sorry, but I like messing with characters.

7 years before

"Kitty, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

The eleven-year-old blue-eyed shadowhunter boy only raised his eyebrow as he watched what the eleven-year-old girl in front of him was doing. Her long, dark, curly brown hair created a curtain around her face as she dug the stick she was holding into the mud. Her other hand was red and muddy. She's been doing this for a while Alec thought she must've switched hands.

"Zander?"

Alec sat on dry ground a distance away from her little island of mud.

"Yes Kitty?"

Kitty paused, the stick hovering above the rift she had made.

"Can ya come tommarra too?"

Alec smiled. Not only did Kitty mispronounce words (Including, it seems, pronunciation) she thought way ahead then everyone else. He got on his hands and knees and crawled over to her.

"Of course." He saw her smile from underneath her curtain of hair and she began digging again. Alec grabbed a nearby stick and asked "Do you need help?"

Kitty raised her head and smiled.

"Of course."

7 years later(in the present)

Alec glared at his brother and sister. Both of them were smiling at him with identical similes, each holding a side of the broken closet door.

"Have you seen the mess in here?" Jace asked, shaking his head. Isabelle nodded with him.

Alec scowled and continued to glare. "Is that the only reason you decided to break open my closet, or is there something else. I am very interested to hear why."

Jace and Isabelle looked at each other.

"No" They said in perfect sync.

Now, Alec raised his eyebrow. "You weren't trying to throw out my sweaters again, were you?"

Isabelle threw a charming smile at her brother. "Now why would I do that? Besides the fact they are a strain to the eyes and are not fashionable in any sense of the word."

Alec glared at his sister, but she just continued to smile at him. He turned to his brother who was currently attempting to discreetly look back into the closet.

"Jace."

Jace swung around to face Alec and put the most innocent smile he could on his face.

"Yes Alec?"

"Why were you trying to get into my closet?"

"Isabelle needed help"

"She needed help with what?"

Isabelle chose this moment to reenter the conversation. "I needed help carrying down all the ugly clothes."

Alec sighed. "Okay. Second question. How did my door break?"

Isabelle and Jace looked at each other once again, this time sheepishly. Neither one of them looked like they wanted to answer him. Alec was surprised. The two of them always had something to say, some snarky comeback or some comment that would get out of trouble. But now they just stood there, staring at each other like Alec was going to drop this subject. He wasn't sadly, and after a few more moments they realized this.

Jace kept looking down at the door. "We tried to open it up the wrong way."

Isabelle looked at her older brother. "Yeah, your door is different than ours."

Alec wasn't quite sure how to respond. "Ok. Well, put the door back and I'll fix it."

Jace looked at his brother with fake incredulity. "You can FIX things? I thought the only way of solving problems was to give your younger siblings a lecture when they do things you don't approve of."

Alec scowled at his brother. "Yes I can fix things. Now both of you out of my room."

Isabelle stuck out her bottom and gave Alec puppy dog eyes. "Please Alec" she let go of her side of the door and Jace lost his balance, then turned back to the closet and began to rummage through it "we just want to see what our brother has in here. I mean, it's not like you have anything to hide, right?"

A simple wooden box with the words prohibitum amicitia written on the lid popped into his mind. "No, I don-Izzy! Loo-"He never got to complete his sentence (or any sentence for that matter) as the wooden box that was just in his thoughts fell down. It hit Jace on the head, then rolled and landed at Alec's feet. Alec ignored his brother's pain as he sunk down on the floor, opening the box as he did so. He had expected it to be empty, but was surprised when he saw a single letter at the bottom. He quickly ripped it open and read the sentence that was there.

Meet me where we earned our motto –Kitty

"Put the door back and stop messing with my clothes" Alec's grip tightened on the letter as he grabbed his jacket and ran out of the Institute.

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