Hello lovely peoples, so here is chapter two, finally. Thanks to those who reviewed, followed, and favourite, means heaps lots. Forgot to do disclaimer, so will make sure it is in from now on. Please check out my other story 'Ice Breaker' if you haven't already.

Without further ado, chapter two (yes I know, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it *lame I know*).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TMI only the plot.

After I had drifted into a peaceful state it was quickly ruined by the nurses waking me every couple of hours to check my vitals and make sure I could remember my own name. Just after nurse Liz had done her last test, my phone had started vibrating and Elen Levon's 'Wild Child' blasted from its tiny speaker.

It meant only one thing, Izzy was ringing, and man she was going to be pissed.

Hesitantly I picked up my phone and pressed the accept call button, making sure I held the phone away from my ear.

"CLARY, hello, where the hell are you", Yup I guessed right Izzy was fuming, if she kept up this volume I would be deaf and would also end up with a blinding headache.

"Hey Iz, can you please keep it down, I have a really bad headache" I let out a sigh of exasperation; I was going to have to tell her quick because otherwise her yelling would go on forever, and that's not an exaggeration.

"Clary, you tell me where you are right now, or by the angel I will…." I cut her off.

"IZZY, I'm in the hospital Ok, calm down and I will tell you why" I could hear her on the other end taking deep calming breaths, it was something Izzy had to go to counselling for, otherwise she would start hyperventilating and if it was really bad would pass out.

After a heavy sigh on Izzy's side of the line, I recounted all the events making sure I didn't give her an opportunity to interrupt. Then I patiently waited for her response.

"Ok, so let me get this straight, you walked out of the club only to be K.O'd by my idiot brother, who then only checked on you in order to do damage control for his massively huge ego and popularity" Her tone was very irritated, and I knew Jace, was a dead dead man.

"Yup sounds about right, umm IZ, do you think you could pick me up, the nurse said I was free to go in like an hour?" I really didn't want to go home by myself, back to face my mother.

"Of course, though I just checked the news and the whole thing has been recorded by someone on their cell" pause "it really was a perfect hit" she seemed slightly impressed and sympathetic at the same time, only something that Izzy could pull off.

I groaned, how bloody embarrassing, and what's the bet that the paparazzi are all outside waiting to get the aftermath snaps.

Izzy then pulled me from my inner contemplation "Clary, Clary,…..CLARY" the last part screamed.

"What" I loved this chick but man she could scream.

"I was saying that we will be there in an hour, but I think the best thing is to take you out the back entrance to avoid the paps. I think that it is also best you stay with us until you are better so your mum doesn't freak, remember what happened when you broke your toe" Izzy had now taken on a serious tone, one she used when she took on the mother hen role.

Mum was used to me staying at Izzy's for lengths of time, but yes, the toe incident had been one to remember, mum had totally flipped and made me stay home from school for a week. Crazy I know, but when it came to her children's safety she was way OTT.

"Ok Iz, see you soon" I was now to drained to fight or make further conversation with her, instead I decided to clean myself up. I still smelt a bit like alcohol, blood, sweat, and dirt from the pavement I had no so gracefully fell on.

By the time Izzy arrived with Alec in tow, I will still in my hospital gown, but Iz being Iz had brought me a pair of dark denim skinny jeans, a black singlet, a green sleeveless blouse, a black leather jacket, and lastly a pair of black converses. (Who needs socks in a situation like this).

Dressed and ready to go, Izzy announced that she had thought of a diversion for the pap's, her and Alec would go out through the front with her wearing a red wig and hoody (luckily me and Izzy were the same height) to draw the pap's after them, whilst I would go out the back and hop on the motorbike that was waiting out there with its rider.

"Right its Go time" Izzy announced in her best cheerleader imitation, she quickly texted someone as we were walking down the corridor. Turning to me moment later after her phone vibrated, to say "The bike is ready, just walk out and hop on, put a helmet on of course".

I just nodded, this was the easiest way to appease Izzy and her missions, which is what this had now turned into. Not that I minded not having my bruised face plastered all over the TV and newspapers.

Once we got to the ground level Izzy pulled out the wig, sunglasses, and hoodie in a secluded corridor and put on the disguise. She kind of looked like me, but way more elegant and fashion forward.

I wished Izzy good luck when she was satisfied with herself and watched as she began her way to the front doors head bent and sunglasses on with Alec leading, a protective arm around her shoulder.

She had come in the back entrance while Alec had parked out the front, I could now hear the faint shouting and clicking of people trying to get her attention, that was my cue to leave.

I now made my way to the exit keeping my head down and averting my eyes. Suddenly nervous of being caught, my heart was beating like crazy.

Finally I made it to the exit and sure enough there was Harley idling just outside the hospital doors, the rider holding a spare helmet. I couldn't tell who it was, only that they were male from their slightly muscular build, but no hint of hair colour as the visor was down and they were completely covered from the neck down in black leather.

Motorbikes didn't scare me so much, Luke had always had one and would every so often give me rides growing up. Sure there were a couple of times where there were close calls, but nothing that would frighten me off hopping on, the thrill of the openness was what really got me.

Quickly slipping on the helmet I slid myself behind the rider, wrapping my hands around his waist. Obviously satisfied that I was securely seated, the bike lurched forward with a scream of the tires and we were off through the streets of London.

Looking over my shoulder I quickly scanned to see if we had been followed, but all that trailed behind the bike were a normal amount of cabs and normal looking cars, nothing following at high chase speed.

I couldn't help it but I grinned the whole way back to the Lightwood's, the rider really knew how to handle the bike which by my books was impressive.

Thirty minutes later the rider pulled to a stop in front of the underground parking garage at the Lightwood's town house, the rider punching in the passcode. I could see that Izzy and Alec had yet to return in the family's Range Rover, Izzy had obviously been deadly serious in her role about distracting the pap's.

Pulling up next to Izzy's small Porsche, the rider stopped the bike and turned the key. Hopping off the back I pulled off my helmet and shook my hair out, feeling a dull pain in my head from the motion.

Turning around I was about to complement the rider, when I realised they had their helmet off and were staring at me. I couldn't help it, I gasped…..

Ohhhh wonder who it is, should I shock you or be predictable, hmmmmm. Any who let me know what you think, reviews would be amazing. Many thanks for reading. Review, favourite, follow. Twig021 xoxox