Sadly, I was extremely busy this morning. Waking up at 5am to swim till 8am isn't very fun, especially since right after that I have to go to the dentist. Thank you for all the suggestions, longer chapters and more description... COMING UP. Also I decided to change the rating back to T, I will just put a very obvious warning before the M part.

I am also typing from my phone, so be ready for spelling errors and 'Jace' autocorrecting to 'Have'.

Disclaimer: I don't not own TIWHiLL or TMI I just found a way to stick one into the other.

~* Chappie 7 *~

Pain shot up Clary's pale arm when she put weight on it. She had landed on it when falling back. Then someone had carelessly kicked her injured ar; not helping the injury at all.

"Clary," someone said. The someone as the guy who pushed her to the ground and kicked her arm.

Clary stared up at the speaker. Of course, it just had to be that girl swooning dyed blond jerk of a movie star.

"Yes?" Clary responded, using her good arm to push hair back behind her ear.

"Sorry you bumped into me, always look where you're going," Jace said flashing a smile.

Clary rolled her eyes and let out an irritated snort. Obviously Jace wasn't going to admit what he did wrong. Blame it on the helpless girl. "Definitely. I have to look where I'm going." As Clary made an effort to stand up, she accidentally used her right hand, and fell back on to the ground. Using everything in her power to not scream out in pain.

"Need a hand?" Jace asked, evidently pushing concern into his voice. He held a slender hand down towards her.

Almost smacking his out reached hand, Clary replied, "No, I don't need help. I can get up myself." Clary made a show of standing up swiftly, cradling her wrist close to her chest. "Aren't you supposed to be with Isabelle? Wait, let me guess, you saw some other gorgeous girl, ditched my best friend then ran off when the other girl didn't want you."

Jace scowled coldly at her. "No. Just finished early."

Even with Clary standing, she just reached the middle of Jace's neck; right where his Adam's Apple was bobbing up and down. He had to tilt his head down almost 90 degrees to look Clary in the eye.

"And why are you running around this neighborhood at this time?" Clary questioned, forcing a stoic expression on to her face.

"I could ask the same to you."

They stared at each other accusingly for the longest time till Jace, astonishingly, broke off. Then to Clary's amazement said, "My car is at the repair place." After that, Jace shoved his hands in his pockets before he walked off, nodding his head down to hide his well known face from the public.

Bewildered, Clary watched as Jace vanished around the corner. It had to be a coincidence that Jace partially knew the sentence of the first email Clary had received from Pointy_Beak. But how ironic it was that Jace blurted it out randomly.

Baffled, Clary returned home, determined to send an email to question Pointy_Beak.

To: Pointy_Beak
From: TheC'Fray
Subject: Re: (no subject)

Craziest thing happened today, and I don't even know where to begin to start.

An email didn't pop up right away like usual. But as Clary was about to get into bed, her phone flooded the pitch black room with a the dim light of her phone screen.
The screen read: One new email. She hurriedly opened it up.

To: TheC'Fray
From: Pointy_Beak
Subject: Re: (no subject)

I already know. No need to drone about it.

If Clary hadn't known better, she would think she had a stalker. But Clary knew what the reply meant. And as much as Clary didn't want to believe it, the email only confirmed what she had feared.

It was true what Jace mentioned earlier was one of the first things that started the email chain. And it was also true that the guy on the other side was Jace Herondale. Clary had been so blind. The way Jace had asked if he could be picked up at the studio. Even his email address was related to his name!

Now that Clary thought about it, it was peculiar that an eighteen year old boy had just gotten a new email address.

To: Pointy_Beak
From: TheC'Fray
Subject: Re: (no subject)

If you really know what happened to me today, then tell me.

Unlike before, the reply came promptly. But Clary, too scared to read the reply slapped it face down on her night table, turning it off.

Like every night, she pulled the covers over her shoulders and buried her head into the pillow. The warm duvet helped take her mind off the reply. Just long enough to fall into darkness.

*o.o*

Clary sat bolt upright the next morning. Staring through bleary eyes out the window. She wiped a trail of drool off from the side of her mouth then ran her left hand through her bed head. Finally narrowing her eyes on the phone.

She didn't forget the events of yesterday night; she couldn't.

Grabbing her phone before she could stop herself, she read the email Pointy_Beak, or Jace, had sent her yesterday night.

To: TheC'Fray
From: Pointy_Beak
Subject: Re: (no subject)
You met the guy on the other side of the email.

I wish I could keep writing, but I enjoy cliffs so... No thanks. Compliments, accepted. Criticism, accepted. Suggestions, accepted. Reviewers, I did my best to write up to your expectations. Thank you all for the compliments too! Also, when I'm not writing about something I made up fully, it is a lot harder to write long long chapters than I thought. If you guys don't mind POV changes in the middle of one chapter, then I'll happily write 3K long chapters, and maybe even in the span of 1-3 days.

THIS IS NOT AN EXTRA CHAPTER. I just wanted to start writing another fic, and this is a preview. Tell me if you guys like it:

Lieutenant Wilson leads Clary into the underground base of Seno. She follows closely behind, not wanting to get lost in the enormous centre. Teenagers - some older, some younger - are shuffling around the ground floor, flooding through the same door near the back.

Just yesterday, Clary had gotten a Neural Chip planted into her brain to get her to think faster. The day before, Clary had been sitting at home painting the beautiful scenery outside her home.

Stepping in behind Wilson, the spotless elevator doors slammed shut. The floor was transparent, and Clary, mesmerised, watched as the groups of kids shirk into tiny little specks. Lieutenant Wilson pressed a hand to her back to beckon her out of the elevator. A young girl was standing at attention in front of the elevator.

Lieutenant saluted to the girl. "Emily, show our newest member to her room?" Wilson stated it like a question, but he was clearly a superior, so it was more of a demand.

Clary gazed over at Emily. Information popped up at the top right corner of Clary's vision.

Name: Emily Carstairs
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Rank: Level IV Glax
Area: Combat, Erming Division

"Nice to meet you Emily," Clary greeted, sticking out her hand.

"You too, Clary," Emily replied, then added, "Level I Klin, you'll move up fast, no one stays a Klin longer than a year."

Clary offered her a small smile. More information sprouted up into Clary's head informing her that 'Klin' meant newbie, and 'Glax' was like an intermediate student.

"You see, Seno has divided up the kids here into two divisions, Ermind and Mrithe. They mix the areas up so that each division is balanced. From what I saw one your profile, you seem to have no specialised area. No problem though, once training starts up, you'll shoot past everyone else."

They entered a modest room with a bunk bed pushing to the corner and a desk pushed in the other corner. Two large outlets in the wall had wires hanging out from them. Neural Wires. They helped load data and connect you to the internet.

Emily continued, "You'll be rooming with me, at least until you get promoted."

"What happens if you aren't promoted?"

"Well, those guys usually disappear from the face of the earth. Literally. There's no way to take out the computer from their brain, and if the newbie spreads information about Seno to the world, here comes another world war." Emily kept a light tone, except Clary new she was serious. There really was no way around it; Clary had to be promoted.

- That Piggles .3.