Hey guys! So, this is a story about the alternate reality Clary saw in Edom, with a few alterations. I really wanted to read something like this, but here were very few, which hadnt been updated in a long time, so I thought, WHAT THE HELL? This is my first FanFic. I do enjoy reading a lot and decided to give writing a shot. I'm not very good, so, I'm open to constructive criticism.

I don't own anything. Everything belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Clary stood on a shady lawn that rolled away down a sloping hill. The sky overhead was perfectly blue, dotted here and there with white clouds. Fairchild manor was right behind her. She had her arms folded and was tapping her fingers against her arm impatiently, waiting.

Then she spotted a lanky teenager with brown hair and bespectacled eyes, running towards her. "Hey, Clare, I'm sorry...I completely-"

"Forgot?"

"Yeah." At least he had the grace to look ashamed. Clary sighed, torn between her mild anger at Simon for being late and her excitement for their movie marathon. The latter won out. "I'm letting this go for now, but this is not the last time you'll be hearing about this, Lovelace."

Simon shot her a smile and they walked down the stone walkway into her house.

Simon was a mundane who once lived in New York. But his parents were killed by demons when he was just 9. Luckily, the shadowhunters of the New York Institute, the Starkweathers, found them and killed the demons before any harm could befall Simon. Hodge Starkweather felt sorry for the boy and didn't want to let him go into foster care and so he was brought to Idris. It was soon discovered that Simon was not a mundane and in fact belonged to the branch of the Lovelaces who had left Idris and had adopted a mundane life, rechristening themselves as "Lewis". And so, his relatives, the Lovelaces of Idris, adopted him.

Clary had met him when her family went over to their home for dinner over 4 years ago. The pair had instantly clicked, bonding over music, comic books, and mundane pop culture. Clary had always been fascinated by mundane entertainment, especially the comics they called manga and Simon, needless to say, shared her interest. They had quickly become thick friends, doing their training together, along with the Lightwoods and Herondales at the Herondale Manor every day.

A few days ago, Simon had learnt that Clary had never heard of star wars, which led to him insisting that she was missing out on incredible things, which in turn lead to them planning this marathon at her house.

Which he was late to.

The two pushed open the door together and Simon greeted Clary's mom, who was in the kitchen. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Graymark"

"It's Jocelyn to you, Simon", she responded with a smile. "Another movie marathon, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, mom. Please tell Jon and his blondie sidekick not to interrupt, will you?"

"You can tell them yourself, little sister." Said a familiar voice. Clary spun around to find her brother and Jace, one of her brother's closest friends.

"Blondie sidekick, really? That hurts, shortcake, right here." Jace said pointing at his chest.

"Yeah, yeah. Good thing, Herondale. Your ego could do with a little puncture." Clary said, prompting a mock hurt expression from the blonde and a chuckle from her brother

Clary rolled her eyes and pulled Simon out of the kitchen and up the stairs. They quickly got into her room and while Simon started up her TV, a gift from her mom, Clary shut the door and started fuming about Jace's annoying ways, Simon agreeing with her.

In a few minutes, the two were cuddled up into her bed, with Star Wars playing on the TV, all thought of Herondale gone.

Well, from Simon's mind atleast.

So? Was it good? Bad? Please let me know in the reviews. Until next time. Bye, guys.