Due to having a bit more of the story written and being very inspired for it at the moment, I have a new chapter. This is also due to the amount of support I got within hours of posting it. 4 reviews, 7 follows, 3 favourites, and over 80 hits. I was thrilled, so here's the next chapter you all asked for!

Sorry for the fake chapter posting a few minutes ago. I accidentally clicked on the document for the first chapter. I'm still a pretty new user, before I only read stories.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, and some of the lines. Those belong to the infinitely better and more creative Cassandra Clare.

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catastrophicmind: they still have the right parents from canon, they were just raised by others. I have a plan for a prequel to this, if you want more information on it. It's not up yet though.

"Dude," Simon said in the cab afterwards, "That was embarrassing. What happened? You were so sure."

"I don't know, Simon," Jace sighed, "but I doubt they'll let us back in there after that. Probably thought we were pulling some practical joke." He looked sideways at Simon, who was trying, and failing, to suppress a grin.

"A shame," Simon said, sarcasm heavy in his voice. "I liked it there so very much." He had never liked the club, and only ever went because Jace asked him to. He was hardly the club type: jeans, gamer t-shirts, sneakers and glasses. He didn't even own club clothes, and likely never would.

Jace looked down at his watch when it beeped twice, signaling that it was something o'clock. The LED lighting showed 11:00:13. "Damn!" he cursed, and Simon looked down at his own watch, seeing the problem.

"Your mom's going to be so disappointed in you. And she'll probably want to have you checked out after you thought that you saw those people. Call me later?" he asked as he hopped out at his house. He ran inside before Jace could say anything.

Instead, Jace texted him.

u going 2 leave me 2 face her alone? i h8 u. —J

ye bro, but u no i 3 u. and u can't h8 me. i'm ur only frend —S

home now. i'll txt u l8r. —J

luck, —S

Jace was indeed almost home. Walking through the front door, he saw his mother on the couch. "Jace, honey. You know how worried I get when you get home late. The least you could do is text me!" she said, disappointment clear in her voice.

"I know, Mom, I'm sorry. I would say 'It won't happen again', but it will so instead, I will try to minimize how many times this will happen in the future. And next time I'll text you."

"Please. Now go to bed, honey."

When Jace got to his room, he texted Simon again.

hey. u ther? —J

duh. —S

This text was immediately followed by another.

so howd it go? u grounded or anything like that? —S

u no she wudnt, si. shes just disappointed again. —J

u need 2 stop doing that 2 her. dick. —S

u cant talk, mr idonthaveacurfew —J

ye, ye, wutever. im going 2 bed. l8r loser. —S

l8r dork. —J

Simon somehow always made Jace feel better, even when he half-heartedly insulted him. With that thought, Jace fell asleep.

Walking home to the Institute, Clary, Isabelle, and Alec discussed their encounter with the mundane boy. Alec was insisting they tell Hodge as if Clary and Izzy were disagreeing, which they weren't.

"Guys," he said, "We have to tell him. If we don't, he might do that again, and get himself-or one of us-killed." He didn't really care if the mundane got himself killed, but he did care if Clary or Isabelle died. Isabelle was his sister, and Clary might as well have been.

Izzy sighed at him, "Alec, we will. On a more important note, why didn't you wear a dress, Clary? I told you to wear a dress."

"Why didn't you wear a dress, Clary? I told you to wear a dress," the girl in question mocked. "Because I damn well didn't want to, that's why. I was plenty sexy enough. Did you see him? Completely infatuated. Besides, I can move around better in this. It's almost like gear, just less protective."

"Clary, dresses are better! They show more skin!"

"But if he saw my skin he would see my runes!"

"You can make it so that we can't see them. You could do it so that he couldn't see them."

Clary looked at Isabelle and said, "I wasn't going to take the chance that he could. He would know we were hunting him and then he would have split. Besides, you know I don't like to do that. It feels like I'm pretending that I'm something I'm not."

At this point, Alec interjected himself back into the conversation. "Guys, we're almost back. What are we planning on reporting about this mission?"

"Well…" Clary began.

"We're going to follow your lead…" Izzy continued.

"And tell him that we killed the demon and a mundie saw us do it," they finished together. One of their favourite things to do was continue each others sentences like they shared a mind, since it annoyed Alec so much. The thing was, they knew each other so well that they practically did share a mind.

"Fine, fine. Mock me all you want, but let me do the talking," Alec said as they walked up to the front doors.

Opening them, Izzy yelled, "Hodge, we're back!" with no response but Alec's sigh and Clary's giggle. "Oh well! Better tell him in the morning then!"

"No," Alec said. "I'll find him and tell him. You just go deal with those demon wounds of Clary's and go to bed. You need to sleep. We'll figure out what's up with the mundie boy tomorrow."

And so they went to bed.

When Jace woke up the next day, it was no longer morning, which he discovered when he walked out of his room to Simon, who was sitting on the couch with his mom, saying, "Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty."

"Haha, very funny," he paused, sniffing the air. "Do I smell pancakes?"

"Yes," his mom, Jocelyn, smiled at him. "Simon helped me make them. Apparently he's quite the cook."

Jace turned to Simon, incredulous. "You cook?" He didn't see how his best friend since preschool had learned how to cook without Jace knowing.

Simon for his part, half-shrugged and mumbled, "Maybe."

After eating the pancakes, which happened to be delicious, Jace and Simon headed out to Java Jones, a local coffee shop, for a poetry reading that one of Simon's bandmates, Eric, was holding. Jace complained the whole way about how terrible Eric's poetry was and how he had no clue why he was even there.

Upon arrival, they ordered two coffees. Jace ordered a fairly strong coffee, with a lot of sugar, while Simon ordered a weak coffee with no sweetener. "You know," Jace said, "I think our coffees say a lot about us. I'm strong and sweet, and you're weak and bitter."

"Thanks, Jace," Simon said sarcastically, "I love being called weak and bitter. Makes me feel all warm inside."

"No, thats the coffee. You're mixing up me and your crappy coffee."

"My coffee isn't crappy!" Simon protested, but Jace's attention was drawn away by the fiery redhead who was ordering coffee. He felt like he had seen her before, but he didn't know where. Then it hit him-she was the girl from Pandemonium.

"Si, I'll be back. I'm gonna… I'm gonna go get more coffee," Jace said, trying to come up with a good reason for going back to the counter. He really just wanted to go talk to the redhead-Clary, if he remembered right.

"So," he said, walking up to her. "You wanna explain what happened yesterday?"

"This is going to be easier than I thought," she mused. Jace didn't understand.

"Huh?" was his intelligent response. He wasn't proud of it, but this girl was making so little sense.

"Give me a minute." She turned to the girl behind the counter. "Coffee, black, like my soul." She turned back to Jace. "When I get my coffee, let's go outside. I'll explain there."

Jace hesitated, but replied, "Okay, but my friend is here. I can't abandon him."

Clary smirked. "No, of course not. But I'm sure you'd love to escape the reach of that guy's horrible poetry?" she said, referring to Eric, who was on stage wailing into the microphone.

"Um, yeah. I wish I didn't know him."

Clary's eyebrows went up. "You know him? How?"

Jace was wishing he hadn't mentioned it. While trying to figure out his answer, in which he would do his best to make their relationship seem as minimal as possible, he took in Clary's appearance. Her fiery red hair was braided loosely down her back, nearly reaching her butt. She was wearing a bottle green sweater that matched her eyes perfectly. A splash of freckles crossed her cheeks and nose. She wore dark blue jeans with grey vans. She was beautiful.

He had been staring. "So, mundie. You gonna answer my question?"

Jace startled. "Oh, uh-yeah. But, my name's not mundie. It's Jace."

"Sure thing, Jace, whatever. Answer the question."

Jace sighed. "He's my friend's band mate. You gonna answer my question about what happened last night?"

Clary looked at him appraisingly. "I will," she began, "if you come with me easily. If not, we can do this the hard way."

Jace was flabbergasted. "I'm sorry, what? Are you threatening to kidnap me?"

"You could take it that way, I guess," Clary mused.

Suddenly, Jace's phone rang. Grabbing it, he saw it was his mother. He picked it up, not caring what Clary thought. "Mom?"

"Jace. I need you to do something for me. Look for people that nobody else can see. Go with them. They will protect you. But whatever you do, don't become one of them. And don't come home. I love you, baby," she said, while a crash sounded somewhere in the background.

"Mom? Mom! What's going on? Why can't I go home? Mom I need to get away from this crazy girl I'm with right now she killed a guy and now she's following me!"

Clary snorted at his description of her. She could hear most of what his mother was saying, too, so she knew that Jace needed to come with her. "Jace," she interjected, "I'm one of the people your mom wants you to find."

"What? You? That makes no sense!"

"Nobody can see me, because I glamour myself so that normal people don't see my walking around with lots of weapons. You saw it, last night. You better believe it," she said, "Or you're going to die."

"Jace, honey, go with her. I love you."

"What? Mom!"

A/n: How do you do the linebreak? I can't figure it out, and it keeps pushing stuff together. Also, if the characters seem a bit OOC to you, I am open to suggestions about how to fix that. Keeping characters in, well, character is not exactly my strong suit. Review please!