Ok, everyone. This isn't my first fan fiction, but it's my first planned fan fiction, so bear with me here. I wanted to start small. This'll only be a few chapters long, three if I stick to plan. Hope you enjoy UFO!

Three things you must know for this Fan fiction:

place after CoFA

is fine

and Magnus went back to their world tour of sparkles and bad fashion.

Third-person POV, but centered around Clary

The sky was perhaps the same color as the stone flooring in Jace's bedroom. Gray, almost black, but gray enough that you could see differences in intonations.

The small chunks of rain fell by the force of gravity, bringing down everyone's mood. Clary remembered her fifth grade teacher saying that clouds and rain put pressure on people's skulls, thus pinching their brains. This pinching some-how caused the innocent youth to react to situations weirdly, and drastically. She had always thought that was beyond bogus.

"How much longer?" Clary turned from the window to look at Jace, who was reading a book about the creation of demons in his usual armchair. Jace gave Clary a cursory glance, and then doubled it to his watch.

"About 30 minutes… Why do you keep asking?"

"I'm going to go get Simon, he'll want to come to Tokkie's with us. Izzy will be there… they have blood on the menu." That was explanation enough.

Jace shifted his glace to Clary fully now, "why can't you just call him?"

"I'm bored… and I need to get out today, even if there is atrocious downpour outside…" Clary didn't end the sentence, just left it as is. Expecting understanding from Jace.

"Mmm…Kay… I'll walk you to the elevator then"

Clary walked up to huge stone arch that held the doors leaving the Institute. Her shoes made a soft padding on the clammy stone beneath her. She grasped the handle to the door, and slid it open enough that she could walk out the door, but not let too much rain inside.

Once outside, she dragged the door shut, and turned to the street, deserted except for a few unfortunate and wet souls.

She began walking, but her foot caught an object in her path. She hadn't even seen it. Weird she thought. When her foot caught on it, she had knocked it over from where it had been standing up with the handle on top.

It was a suitcase. An old suitcase. The kind you pictured in the black and white movies that had been ruined with remakes. Upon further examination, Clary thought it looked like it might be from the 30s or 40s. What is it doing out here in the rain? It was so random, that she became freaked out. Most people in New York couldn't even see the Institute; much less deliver a suitcase to it.

Clary decided that she should go in and tell everyone in the Institute that this suitcase was out here.

"What? You left it there? Clary, have I taught you nothing?" Izzy shrieked from her make up seat and mirror.

This puzzled Clary. Izzy teaching her, when was that? And when did it apply to creepy suitcases on the Institute's doorstep? But she let it go, realizing that conversation was not worth confronting.

"Um… sorry, must have forgot? Oh! Izzy, you are being unrealistic. This doesn't have anything to do with Shadowhunter training. Just go down to the doorstep. I'll bring Jace." Clary left the room; Jace was her next destination.

Together, Clary, Jace, and Izzy stood in the rain. Izzy had arrived last, in a whole new wardrobe at it. She was now safely inside a heavy black cloak. It looked Velvet to Clary's eyes, but that wouldn't make sense then why it repelled water. Then Clary saw that the cuff at Izzy's neck contained a rune etched in, and a word appeared in Clary's mind: waterproof. Clary shook her head, and turned back to the pressing matter.

The suitcase was till there on the stoop, only with six eyes trained on it now. It looked innocent, but that's always what the bad guy wants you to think, thought Clary.

"What do you both think?' Clary was intimidated by their reaction then. Would they think she was being stupid for over reacting to a harmless suitcase?

"Clary… we should just go on to Tokkie's. Call Simon to join us there" Jace was holding back a smile, maybe even a laugh at her stupidity. Be he suppressed it.

"Ugh, you are such a freak Clary!" Isabelle. Always the most comforting.

Jace and Clary sat on one side of the booth, Izzy and Simon on the other side. Idle conversation, some awkward, but most just random, was criss crossed between the couples, when Izzy had to bring up the unfortunate occasion only moments earlier.

"Looks like you have your very own UFO!" Simon chirped happily to no one in particular.

Clary could only respond with, "A UFO, Simon, is an Unidentified Flying Object. Not a creepy unidentified v suitcase."

But Simon must have had this all figured out. "No, it's not a flying object, it's a Furniture Object."

"What the hell Simon?" Clary just felt like she was being made fun of now.

"Well, actually, I'm kind of getting freaked out myself. I mean, really why would it be there. It could be anything, but if it was something good from someone we know, then they wouldn't just leave it on the stoop, they would give it to us." Jace pondered this idea out loud, and after everyone was quite.

The words sunk it, and suddenly everyone stood up.

Ok, so a shorter chapter than I was hoping, but it looked longer on Microsoft.

Review My dears, I want to know what you think of this story: awfull, ok, great, lame? If you don't want to tell me that, then tell me who your first kiss was. Mine was a guy named Duncan, but no last names.

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