I do not own Clary or Fang, but I wanted to write a very short, one-shot.


'He was something beautiful.'

His presences dominated the darkness of the alleyway as the shadows from towering buildings hid him within, but oddly enough. I was strangely drawn to him. It was as if my instinct had told me to find him.

"Who are you?" I ask him, my tone hushed as I stared into his deep black eyes. His hair was side swept, but the thing that drew me to him the most, was the pair of glimmering wings on his back.

The boy looked at me, he looked lost –confused. "I don't know," He replies, his tones hushed and soft. He places a hand on his forehead and closes his eyes. "I just don't remember anything." He says, before he looks down at my petite figure. "Who are you?" He suddenly asks.

I smile and take his hand, and I hold it. "Clary," I tell him. "And from now on, you'll be Fang." I tell him.

I didn't know why, but it was as if an inner voice had whispered it into my ears. But it suited him. He looked like a boy who have been named Fang.

"Fang," He says, before a smile slips onto his lips. "I like it." He tells me.

I grin back at him. "I'm getting a feeling that this will be the start of a beautiful beginning." I say, my voice seeping with sarcasm, but joy.

Fang smiles. "Perhaps it's best to think that way about life, Clary." He replies.

I smile. "I guess so, too."