Smiley Face

A Mortal Instruments Fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments. Any familiar names, places, etc. are property of Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 1: I Gotta Feeling

"Woohoo! YEAH!" Isabelle screamed out the car window, clearly enjoying herself. Alec, who was driving, was shocked by this and tried to pull her back in the car.

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted at her.

"Alec, chill out," he heard Jace say from the backseat.

"Yeah, Alec," Isabelle said as she sat back down in her seat. "Loosen up a little!"

"I'll loosen up when you put your seatbelt on!" he shouted at them both.

"Bite me," Isabelle said nonchalantly. "Seriously, Alec, get happy. Don't you feel it?"

"Feel what?" asked Alec. At least now Isabelle was in her seat, and he returned the majority of his focus to the road in front of him. He always hated this long drive. They'd been driving for an hour, and the city lights of Phoenix were creeping forward very slowly.

"Tonight's going to be an awesome night," Isabelle gushed, excitement tangible in her voice.

"You don't know that, Izzy," Alec said, too used to his sister's abnormal positivity.

"I don't know about that," said Jace. "Don't you feel excited for tonight, Alec? Izzy finally found a club that doesn't card."

"WHAT?" Alec shouted, paying full attention to the conversation now.

"He's just kidding-"

"You said-"

"I'm turning around-"

"Alec, don't!"

"We are not going-"

"ALEC, LOOK OUT!"

He swerved on the road, desperately trying to avoid the speeding Volvo that sped by. He veered hard to the right, trying to get around the car without being pushed off the road completely. He could hear Isabelle and Jace yelling, but he just focused on driving. He was spinning out of control! He stamped on the break.

The car finally came to a complete halt, jerking forward as Alec stopped it on the side of the road. He took a deep breath.

"Oh my God…" he heard Isabelle say from beside him.

"You see?" Alec said firmly, just as Jace said:

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

Alec turned around to try and punch Jace, but he carefully avoided Alec's fist. "ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"Chill out, Alec!" Jace yelled back at him.

"I WILL NOT CHILL OUT! WE ALMOST DIED!"

"STOP SCREAMING!" yelled Isabelle. The car went silent. "Listen, we just had a little setback. Alec, you need to calm down. We will not be drinking at this club. Don't give me that look; we're still going. We're sorry for being nuisances, but we're just excited."

Alec took a deep breath. "Sorry about that, Jace."

"No problem," said Jace.

"Now, Alec," said Isabelle. "Get this car moving again. We've got a club to get to."

Still not over their almost accident, Alec put the car in gear and was back to speeding along the highway within seconds. After about a minute of silence, Isabelle turned on the radio. Instantly, the car was filled with an upbeat pop song.

"I love this song!" said Isabelle gleefully. She was singing along with it right away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*Let's do the time warp dance!*~*~*~*~*~*~

He couldn't do it. There was no way in hell he could do this. There was a better chance of Isabelle taking a vow of celibacy. Or Jace. Or both of them. But then he remembered he didn't have any choice. And he had also thought that there was no way he could be in New York. Everything just seemed so unrealistic now. He had to understand that everything would be different and bizarre from now on.

But those pants… could he really wear them? They were leather, he assumed, and they were clearly made for someone with smaller legs. And even then, he was willing to bet that they were still tight. So how in hell could he?

Simple, he thought. He had to get out of here and find Jace and Isabelle, and he couldn't do that without pants. He took a few deep breaths before deciding to just try it.

After about a minute of pulling, Alec was suddenly admiring the person who these actually belonged to. How in hell they could put them on…

He pulled again, grunting with the effort. He pulled harder, and found himself falling back. Thankfully, he landed on the bed. Alec was hating this idea now, but he was fairly certain that now that the pants had made their way up his thigh, there was no going back. He kept tugging.

"Come on," he muttered angrily, tugging with all his might at the resistant pants. He took a deep breath and yanked them on.

"Ah!" Alec grunted as the pants made their way from the middle of his thigh, and right up to his hips. Alec blinked a few times before taking a deep breath and sitting up. As he did so, he listened very carefully…

No ripping. He sighed in relief, though he could not believe how tight these pants were.

He stood up gingerly, finding it was easier to stand than sit in these pants. He looked around, thankful that he had grabbed the shirt and placed it on the bed. This way, he wouldn't have to bend over to grab it. He carefully pulled it over his head, acknowledging that this too was made for a smaller person.

He took a huge breath, then remembered that he had to find some shoes. It took another ten minutes, but he eventually found a pair of black boots that seemed to be made of buckles. Alec promptly swore before remembering again that he had no other options. He took a deep breath, then bent over to pull them on.

About thirty minutes later, Alec stepped into the dingy hotel washroom, boots on, to get a look at himself. Though the mirror was cracked in places, he was still able to see his reflection and he cringed. He might as well have covered his legs in black paint. And the shirt… he might just be better off not wearing it.

Alec briefly wondered if it was really worth it. The faces of Isabelle and Jace flashed through his mind. And he knew that it was.

He quickly made his way out of the hotel room, finding himself in a long hallway. He quickly walked along the dark hall, not looking very carefully at the dark green doors that undoubtedly led to rooms as disgusting as his. At the end of the hall was a door, which Alec opened. It led to stairs.

What really annoyed him was how awkward he felt walking down the stairs in such tight pants. He sighed, thinking of his siblings. Of their constant chatter. Their bickering. He didn't have to move too quickly…

No! He was finding his siblings.

As soon as he reached the bottom, he found himself entering the side of a grand lobby. Well, he could tell by looking at it that it had been grand once, but had fallen over the years. Much of the foyer was devoted to a grand staircase that was carpeted with red and gold patterns. A chandelier hung over his head, casting a faint glow. Across from Alec's side of the hall, there was an elegant wooden desk. Closer to Alec, there was an assortment of couches standing on the wooden floor.

But everything had faded. The carpet had dirtied, anything wooden had tarnished, the furniture was ripped, the chandelier broken, and any sense of elegance had gone.

Alec strode over to the desk, keeping an eye out for any people. There were none. Not even at the desk. He reached the desk and stood beside it, wondering where the staff were. Surely there had to be someone here. Under normal circumstances, Alec would have waited for a few minutes for an employee to show up. Even if his family was missing.

But the situation was even more dire. He was wearing leather pants.

He strode around the desk, looking over the piles of paper. He shuffled through, after seeing that there was no phone, hoping to find some sort of guest list. Nothing. He frowned at what he did find. It was nothing but a bunch of letters. There wasn't even an address to these letters. Alec huffed. He looked at the front of them, and saw they were all addressed to the Hotel Dumont.

He looked around, deciding the name fit.

Being as desperate as he was to find some answers, Alec pulled open one of the letters. He scowled at the crisp paper as he opened it, only to find that the entire letter was in Spanish. Though it was interesting to see that the entire thing had been handwritten. At the top… it was addressed to someone named Raphael. Alec skimmed through it, not expecting to get anything out of it, but something caught his eye. His name.

What in hell? He stared again. Very clearly, it read: Alexander Lightwood.

Alec felt a chill run through him. No one was supposed to know that name. When Alec and his sister Isabelle had been adopted by the Herondales, Alec hadn't known who he really was. Alec had always known he was adopted, but he hadn't known until he was sixteen what his real name was. Alexander Lightwood.

So why the hell was his name in a letter here?

He was about to start looking through some of the other letters when a voice rang out.

"Well, good morning."

AN: Hmm… maybe not the best, but it's a good start. And you know, this chapter was a great achievement. I got Alec to wear leather pants.

Again, I know I haven't updated my other story in a while (years), but I'm ready to spend some time working on all my fanfiction stuff. Anyway, if you love the idea of Alec walking around in tight leather pants… review.