AN: My apologies readers, I made some updated to previously posted chapters. Fret not though if you have already read them this is all you need to know my original plan was to introduce Simon later on into the story however as I was writing the story was not flowing the way I had intended. Therefore I changed my mind to make and Ted the same character as they are already very similar. If you have already read chapters 1-3 all you need to know is Ted and Simon are the same person, nothing else has changed. If you are new I hope you enjoy the story, please be sure to send a review. All rights go to Cassandra Clare.

Simon and Clary walk past the line of people outside the club and right to the bouncer. After quickly showing their IDs the bouncer welcomed the Lewises to Pandemonium. They hear the people from the line groan and mumble their discontent as the group walked into the building. The two were used to reactions like this when they got preferential treatment places, so most of the time they didn't use their real names very often. Tonight however was special, Clary was turning 17 tomorrow and possibly having her last birthday ever so her brother vowed to make it special for her. Simon had convinced their parents to let him take Clary out without security on the grounds that they would all carry panic buttons and check in hourly. Over protective parenting was George and Elise's specialty, but tonight was about freedom or at least the illusion of it.

Inside the club Clary immediately hit the dance floor, while Simon went to go find them drinks. She looked a little out of place amongst the other dancing teens, wearing fitted a t-shirt and jeans she was probably the most clothed individual in the club. While she was dancing something caught Clary's eye, a guy leaning against the wall towards the back of the club watching the room, watching her. Intentionally she shook it off, he could be watching any number of girls dancing around her and no one else seemed to notice. Of course she had been trained to noticed everything, that was her responsibility when her family went out since she could see so many things that others couldn't.

She continued dancing eventually being joined by their brother who proceeded to pass out her a water bottle Every few minutes Clary would look back to the boy against the wall, he never moved, he continued to watch the room, to watch her. After the third or fourth time she had done it, Simon followed her gaze then asked what she was looking at.

"Don't you see him, the blonde guy against the wall," she nodded in his direction but didn't point.

"No, there's no one there… Or is there? Could he be 'hidden'," Simon asked.

"Maybe, but why glamour yourself then go to a club?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"I'm going to go find out."

"You can't," he grabbed her arm.

"Why not? And besides he's cute. If anything goes wrong I'll hit the panic button Mr. Jones and Sawyer are probably not far away."

Clary breaks away from her brother and heads toward the mystery blonde. Simon looked on in stunned amazement for a moment then decided to time his sister; she has 3 minutes before he move to her side and 5 before he would intervene.

Up close she can see the runes on his arms, his heavy black clothing looks like gear, this guy is a shadowhunter. Someone like her, this could either be awesome, deadly, or both, Clary thought.

"Excuse me," Clary says approaching the blonde, "It appears as though you are blocking the fire exit."

"Huh," the boy responded confused.

Clary pointed at the sign just above the boys head, "You're blocking an emergency exit-"

"You can see me," the boy cut her off before she could finish.

"Yes, I can see you. I couldn't help but noticed you liked watching me as well, shadowhunter." His poster changed when she said this, he stood up taller and became instantaneously more threatening. Clary's hand slid to her pocket resting her thumb on her panic button, but not pressing it. "That's right, I know what you are. Don't worry; the only person who knows I'm not talking to a wall is my brother."

"Who are you," the blonde asked, his poster not softening at all

Clary felt her heart rate quicken, deductive reasoning said a young shadowhunter in New York was a Lightwood. Magnus had warned her in the past to about other shadowhunters Lightwoods especially he was uncertain of them. Now this cute blonde probably Lightwood was at a club that she just so happened to be at while her less than dead father who used to be associated with the Lightwoods was looking for her. Worst of all she walked into this thinking he was different, but the radiance of nonchalance was gone and was facing a warrior through and through. She could not tell him who she was she needed to leave and fast. "No one, I am no one. Forget I said anything," she said then she turned and walked away as quickly as she could.

Simon started to move closer to his sister when her hand reached into her pocket. He decided to hang back not wanting to cause more trouble than had already clearly begun. When Clary turned he jumped to her side, she caught his eyes then steered toward the door. Clary could sense they were being followed but if they could make of the club they could disappear into the New York night easily.

"Don't panic, he's following us. I'm sorry, I'll get us out. Just don't panic," Clary whispered to her brother as they moved. Unfortunately the club was busier than when they had entered and getting to the door was proving difficult. As they navigated the crowd, an image popped into Clary's mind, instantly she knew what it was, a rune that would get her and her brother out of danger. She grabbed her brothers hand and began to pull him toward the door moving faster than she would have thought possible.

They had but seconds to celebrate it when they made it through the door, Clary didn't bother looking for the car that was no doubt idling nearby. She practically dragged Simon to the alley on the side of club. Once they were off the street she grabbed the stele from her boot and found a clean spot of the wall she could draw.

"What happened? What are you doing? Why don't we just panic," Simon said catching his breath.

"Because there's no time and I'm almost done," she replied. As she finished she saw the blonde round the corner of the alley. "Come on, come on. Work," She was screaming inside her head. Then it did all at once the side of the building turned into a swirling blue portal. "Yes, okay Simon grab my hand, hold on tight, and think of rooftop." Then she reached her hand into his and thought of the roof atop the New York apartment.

She made the mistake of looking over her shoulder as she screamed, "Jump." Simon and Clary jumped into the portal. Hopefully tad focused well because her thought were flashing between the rooftop and the blondes face.

Thankfully the portal worked and took the siblings to the correct spot. The stumbled onto the roof of their apartment building, it was not the smoothest portal ride Clary had ever taken. She landed a few feet from Simon who was on his knees. She rushed to her brother's side vaguely remembering the first time she had portaled; it was awful and she had been prepared, he wasn't.

"Simon, Simon, are you okay," she said looking him over carefully. "I'm so sorry, Simon. You were right I shouldn't have talked to him."

Simon didn't respond he just looked vacantly at his sister.

"Oh God Simon. I'm so sorry," she cried again. This time she tried to pull him to his feet, he stood and continued to stare at her. His eyes full of terror, she was sure of it. Seconds after he stood his knees gave way and he dropped to the ground again, this time his eyes were closed.

"Simon! SIMON!" Clary called and shook him but her brother didn't move and his eyes didn't open.

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she picked up her brother and carried him to the rooftop door. The door led to the service stairwell, down two flights she would be at their apartment. Clary had to set down to unlock each door as she met them, quickly taking the keys from her pocket out unlocking the door and picking her brother up again. She carried Simon to his room and laid him on his bed. She had felt his breath against her chest as she carried him so she knew he was alive.

In his room, Clary once again tried to rouse her brother to no avail. She meticulously triple checked him for signs of bodily injury and saw none. He was unconscious but otherwise unharmed. Clary knew her parents would be expecting an update any moment know so she pulled out her phone.

*Simon and I are home. Decided to call it an early night. Love you C*

Then she texted Magnus:

*Please call ASAP. Something happened*

She sat down on the edge of her brother's bed and stared at her phone waiting for a reply. As she sat she racked her brain of all the things that had gone wrong and could still go wrong. She had to help her brother, in order to do that she had to wait him up. The question was how, screaming at him clearly hadn't helped and the tears of loved ones only helped in Disney movies. Finally inspiration struck, or rather first aid training. Clary ran down the hall to her room, sure she would be able to find what she needed in the first aid kit there. She threw the door open and rushed to her bed pulling out a large white box with a red cross on top. Opening it she found was confronted with more medical supplies then your standard first aid kit, momentarily she was overwhelmed. She rarely looked in this box, the supplies in the box were not meant to be used by Clary, but rather on her by trained professionals. However she knew the general ins and outs of first aide and knew what she wanted, it only took a moment to find the small packet she needed. Smelling Salts.

As she ran out of her room she glanced over to her dresser, noticing a cup full of pills and a large glass of water. She knew why they were there and that she really should stop to take them but she couldn't stop now. Clary kept running down the hall back to her brother's room only stopping when she reached his side. Carefully she cracked open the packet in front of Simon's nose and gently waved her hand over his face to spread the scent. Nothing happened at first, then all at once Simon's eyes opened and he sat up on the bed. His brown eyes full on panic and his breathing heavy, he was alive and awake. Clary breathed a sigh of relief and embraced her brother, tears filled her eyes once more, "I'm so sorry Simon. Please forgive me."

"Clary," he questioned when he caught he breath, "How did we get back to the house?"

Clary slowly explained everything that had happened apologizing every few sentences. When she finished the siblings just stared at each other for a moment.

Simon eventually broke the silence, "So you drew a portal, that's so cool… We are totally portalling everywhere now. No more airports or long car rides just pack up and leave whenever, wherever and your there in seconds."

"Simon no. We can't, you passed out. Not to mention I have no clue if I can do it again."

"We'll get Magnus to help. You'll learn, make them safer or-"

Simon was cut off by the sound of a ringing phone Clary grabbed it, the photo on the screen was an Asian man with short spiked hair and glitter all over his face, Magnus. Clary answered and once again explained the events of the night ending with promises to be more careful and to show off her new skill when Magnus returned from his trip.