This is my first fanfciton for the Mortal Instruments (I just finished the City of Bones :P), this takes places anywhere in the series. I just thought of this randomly, and yes this is a weird entry.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS
"Clary! Where are you?" Jace called out for the thirteenth time. Since this morning, Jace couldn't find Clary anywhere. She wasn't in her room, drawing as usual, she wasn't at breakfast when she told him that she was hungry in the middle of the night. He was starting to worry and think of the most horrible reasons how Clary could've disappeared. Perhaps she fell into another dimension, maybe she's with Simon, maybe she's been eaten by a duck that had rabies and-
"I'm over here!" She called out, Jace let out a sigh of relief as he darted to where her voice was heard. He found himself one of the vacant rooms of the institute. He wondered, why of the places in the world, would his Clary be holed into an empty room with no meaning.
He put his hand on the doorknob. "Can I come in?" He could hear a ruffling sound at the other side of the door.
"What are you doing Clary?" He questioned.
"I'll be right out." She answered as the continued ruffling noises filled the air. Then he heard a loud thump, or something hitting the ground.
"Ow!"
Jace couldn't wait anymore as he burst into the room. His eyes widened with shock. Clary was on the floor, rubbing her ankle. Her eyes were now set on his as the tops of her freckled cheeks flushed.
She was wearing a Zucchini suit.
"What on earth are you wearing Clary?" He said as he gaped at her. "Halloween isn't until next year."
She rolled her eyes as she carefully and slowly lifted herself off the ground. "You hate Zucchinis right?"
"Yeah…" He trailed off, looking at her from head to toe. "
"Well, are you scared of me now?" she asked, Jace couldn't help but burst into laughter, he held his stomach as he doubled over. After he caught a couple of breaths he managed to look her in the eyes.
"That only works with people that have phobias." He explained. "I hate Zucchinis, but I'm not scared of a zucchini. See the difference?"
Clary pouted. "So you're saying that I rented a Zucchini suit for forty dollars and wasted it?" He nodded as she let out an angry sigh.
"Well." She said."Do you hate me now?"
"I could never hate you Clary."
"I'm talking about zucchinis Jace."
He went over and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his head on her zucchini head.
"I could learn to. But you're going to have to make me." He said devilishly.