Scott
Scott woke up to an unfamiliar sound. He instantly felt that something was wrong; this did not smell like his room, instead it smelled like metal, blood, and smoke. As his eyes adjusted, he realised this was instead an old hospital room. Not the ones from his mom's hospital, but instead the ones that appear in the 20th century movies. Ones that are huge and filled with many other sick beds. How did he get here? He remembered vaguely about a fight with Derek, something about Allison. He remembers being in the hospital, with a concussion…. His body isn't fighting the wound. He can't change.
A girl with curly red hair enters the room with a cup of water. "What's up, Jace. How are you feeling?"
He looked around for the "Jace" she was talking about, but there was no one. "Who are you?" He was shocked by his own voice. It wasn't his. He looked down at his hands…it was paler than his regular tan skin tone.
"Wow, you must've got a serious hangover," the girl laughed, "I'm Clary, remember? Your girlfriend. Jesus. I shouldn't have let Magnus give you that much alcohol."
Last time Scott checked, he was dating an Asian girl called Kira, and he couldn't get drunk. He tried to sit up, but his there was a painful pounding in his head. He really did have a hangover.
Jace
The first thing Jace realised when he woke up was how messy his room was. T-Shirts and research papers lie scattered around here and there on the floor. Then he realised that it wasn't his room at all. Nothing seemed familiar. At first, he had thought that he possibly could have crashed at Magnus's after the party, but Magnus was as neat as Jace was. And plus, if it was Magnus's, there would be pink glitter everywhere.
Just then, he realised there was a figure in the rolling chair, paper clutched in his hand. Alec! Jace had thought when he saw the disheveled brown hair, but soon noticed that it wasn't him. He was sleeping peacefully, the computer screen still on. A notebook was open on the table in front of him, a pen resting on the paper. From the beanbag where Jace sat, he could see that the notebook page was filled with messily highlighted words.
A cellphone suddenly rang, and the figure jolted awake. Jace reached for his stele in surprise, but it wasn't there in his pocket. The boy reached for the iPhone, answered, exchanged a few words, and then motioned to Jace.
"Scott, get up, let's go. Kira and Lydia are waiting for us outside."
Scott? Jace thought, Is that some kind of name someone gave me while I was drunk yesterday? Instead, he asked, "What for?" His voice sounded different– maybe because he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
The boy looked shocked. "Whoa man. You forgot? We're gonna go visit the bowling alley, remember? You said in the chaos of Meredith and Peter you didn't have any time to bowl and you 'missed it'. Impossible. You used to hate bowling."
"Where? Who?"
The boy rolled his eyes, a playful smile playing at his lips. "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Stiles Stilinski, son of Sheriff Stilinski of Beacon Hills. I go to Beacon High with Malia Hale, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura and Scott McCall. Yeah, you're Scott McCall. Remember me? Now get your butt off that beanbag and let's go."
Thoughts raced through Jace's mind rapidly. Where were Clary and the others? Who were Stiles, Malia, Lydia and Kira? He had never heard of them ever, yet Stiles introduced them to him like he had known them all his life. Why did Stiles keep on calling him Scott? Still confused, he stumbled onto his feet and followed Stiles out the door.