Hey guys! Yes I know this is like WAAAY overdue but things got really hectic over the last few months I haven't had the time to get anything done! But her is the third chapter and hopefully I shall continue my uploads :) I will try and get a weekly upload happening... possibly every Sunday night.

Well enough said, I hope enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, they all belong to the beautiful Cassandra Clare.


Chapter 3 – Shadowhunter

By the time they got to Java Jones, Eric was already onstage, swaying back and forth in front of the microphone with his eyes pinched shut. He looks constipated, Clary thought with amusement. He'd dyed the tips of his hair pink for the occasion. Behind him, Matt, looking completely high, was beating an irregular beat on the djembe.

"This is going to suck so bad," Clary predicted. She grabbed Simon's sleeve and started to tug him back out the door, "Come on, if we leave now he won't even know we were here! We can save our ears!"

He shook his head determinedly. "I'm nothing if not a man of my word." He squared his shoulders. "I'll get the coffee if you gets us a seat. What do you want?"

"A black coffee, like my soul."

Simon headed off toward the coffee bar, muttering something under his breath, something which as become quite common recently. Clary went off to find a seat somewhere way, way towards the back.

It was quite busy for a Monday night. Most of the threadbare-looking couches and armchairs were taken up by teenagers enjoying the simplicity of life that Clary sometimes wish she had. Being completely naive and not knowing about the things that go bump in the night. The smell off coffee and cigarettes were overwhelming. Finally found an unoccupied love seat in a darkened corner toward the back. The only other person nearby was a blonde girl in an orange tank top, absorbed in playing with her i-Pod.

Good, Eric won't be able to find us back here after to ask us how his stupid poetry was.

Clary ran her hands down her jeans, cursing herself when she found that she forgot to grab Ruthenia before leaving home. She'd been too angry at her mom that she forgot.

A tap on her shoulder brought Clary away from her thoughts. The blonde girl had leaned over the side of her chair.

"Excuse me, but umm, it that your boyfriend?" The girl asked.

Clary followed the line of the girl's gaze, already prepared to say No, I have no idea who he is, when she found that the girl had meant Simon. He was headed back towards them with a look of concentration on his face trying hard not to drop either of the Styrofoam cups. "Uh no," Clary said, "He's my best friend."

The girl beamed. "Your so lucky. He's so cute. Does he have a girlfriend?"

Clary hesitated. She didn't know this girl but she seemed genuine. She definitely wasn't a demon. Maybe if this girl caught Simon's attention he'd start crushing on her and Clary could concentrate more on her training instead of avoiding conversations of the crush he had on her. "Nope, he's single."

The girl looked suspicious, "Is he gay?" Clary shook her head slightly and winked at the girl as Simon sat down next to her hastily putting down the cups on the table.

"I hate it when the run out of the mugs. These things are hot." He blew on his fingers and scowled. Clary smiled at him and looked back at the girl who had spun back around in her seat studying an issue of Shonen Jump.

I should tell him. Clary thought.

"Don't look now, but that blonde girl over there thinks your cute." She whispered. Simon's eyes flickered over to the girl who had slightly leaned towards them.

"The girl in the orange top?" Clary nodded. Simon looked doubtful. "What makes you think that?"

Clary opened her mouth to tell him but got interrupted by a burst of feedback. She winced as Eric, onstage, wrestled with the microphone.

"Sorry about that guys!" he yelled, "All right, I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face, as if he were in pain, and began to wail into the mic. "Come, my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"

Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."

Clary screwed up her nose. "Who the hell uses the word 'loins'?

"Eric, all of his poems have 'loins' in them." Simon said grimly.

"Turgid is my torment!" Eric continued to wait, "Agony swells within."

"You bet he does," Clary slid down in the seat next to Simon, "Now about this girl that thinks your cute" She was determined to get Simon's attention on this.

"Never mind that for a second," Clary blinked in surprise. "There's something I want to talk to you about." No! Clary screamed in her head. Not another, I like you, conversation. Quick distract him!

"Furious Mole is not a good name for a band." Clary blurt out. Then mentally slapped herself.

"No, not about that," Simon said, "Its about me not having a girlfriend."

"Well you have a willing candidate right over there." Clary stated pointing his attention back over to the blonde girl. Who was clearly eavesdropping on their conversation.

"That wouldn't be fair to her." Simon said, starting to turn a slightly greenish colour.

"Why not?" Maybe playing dumb might help her tonight.

"Because I like someone else."

"Your not gay are you?" Clary quickly asked, "Cause if you were I would totally be fine with it. It'd be kinda cool to have a gay guy best friend." She rambled on. Simon went a shade of darker green.

"If I was gay I'd dress better," he mumbled, "No Clary I- I like..."

Oh god here it comes...

Jace watched the scene in front of him unfold. It was quite amusing. The mundane boy was trying to state his feeling for Clary to her and she was trying really hard to avoid them. Jace started to laugh but covered it up with a cough. Thats when her emerald eyes turned to him.

Clary looked over at him in relief at first but the it turned to shock. She frowned at him. So he lifted his hand up and gave a little fairy wave.

"What? What are you looking at Clary?" Her idiotic mundane asked. Clary turned back to him and shook her head.

"Nothing," she mumbled. Jace chuckled and stood up from his stool and began to walk out of the club. He heard her say something to the mundane about being right back.

As her walked out the door, he heard her behind him.

"And just where the hell do you think your going?" The fiery red head asked him. Jace simply pulled out his Sensor and scanned the area to make sure no Demons were around.

"Your friends poetry is terrible." He stated turning around to face her. She looked momentarily caught off guard.

"What?"

"I said your friends poetry is terrible. It sounded like he swallowed a dictionary and was vomiting up random words."

"I don't care about Eric's poetry," Clary growled, " I want to know why the hell your following me around for."

"Who said I was following you?" Jace asked, sounding like he was bored. When really he had a fluttering feeling inside his stomach. What the hell is wrong with me? Its just a girl!

"Nice try. And you were eavesdropping too! How rude can you get? Do want to tell me what this is about or should I just kick your ass right here and now."

Jace snickered, taking in the size of the small girl in front of him. "I'd like to see you try Clarissa."

"I told you before thats not my name." Jace saw her hands clench up in fists beside her. "It's Clary."

"Yes, and a pretty name. Like the herb, Clary Sage." Clary huffed in annoyance. "Look, Hodge would really like to meet you." Jace stated, knowing full well that he was lying.

Clary crossed her arms in front of her chest. "And what if I don't want to go and see him."

"That's your problem. You can either come willingly or unwillingly. Your choice." Jace was hoping that she would fight him. So he could hold her to him as he takes her to the Institute.

Clary looked smug, "Is that a threat?"

"Sure is, lil red."

"Then bring it on Pretty Boy." She said taking a fighting stance. But the sound of a phone broke the atmosphere. Clary looked down at her pocket.

"Feel free to answer that." Jace said, glaring at the little silver device for the interruption. Clary rolled her eyes and put the phone up to her ear.

"Mom?... It's alright mom, I'm on my way home... Mom!" Clary shouted. Jace stood up straight after leaning up against the light post, concerned for Clary's mother. "Mom! Are you alright?... Who's found you? Mom!" Clary shrieked into the phone. Jace went over and stood next to her.

"Clary," Jace said, realising that that was the first time he's ever actually called her by her name. "What's going on?"

Clary ignored him and began to feverishly dial a number. When there was no answer, she threw the phone onto the ground where it shattered into pieces.

"No! Dammit." She screamed and sunk to her knees next to the phone.

"Stop that!" Jace yelled at her, hauling her to her feet. "Has something happened? Idiot! Of course something has happened!

"Give me your phone! I have to call Magnus." She said grabbing the sensor out of his hand. Magnus?

"It's not a phone its a-"

"Sensor, yeah I know. Dammit!" Tell me what happened. I can help you." Jace watched as the rage built up in her eyes just before she punched him in the side of the face. Jerking back in surprise he turned back just in time to watch her sprint up Seventh Avenue. After a minute of hesitation he cursed and ran after her. Hoping she was alright.