Sorry it's so short! I've been busy with family lately. I'll try to post a longer chapter soon.

Simon POV

I had first watch with Alec.

We sat I silence while the others slept. We both leaned against the flat area on the side of the mountain near the 'entrance' to our little sanctuary. We sat on an angle where we could see the small fire we'd started and the entryway.

I wasn't close enough to the fire to feel the heat, but I hope Clary, Isabelle, and Jace were warm at least. More Clary and Iz than Jace though. I wasn't too fond of him, nor was he fond of me.

"So," I said trying to make small talk. "You and Izzy are pretty close."

"Yeah." Alec was really no help. He didn't say anything else for a couple more minutes. "I—I have an idea."

I turned to him. "Well, what is it?" I asked after a minute.

"I'll tell you, but we'll have to wait for the right moment. You can't tell the others yet."

I agreed and Alec leaned over to whisper in my ear even though the others were asleep.

When he was finished, my eyes widened. "That could work," I said.

He nodded. "I think it's been about two hours, right?" Alec asked.

"Yeah."

I nudged Clary awake as Alec did Jace.

They held their weapons and groggily stepped over to where we sat before. I laid down next to the fire by Isabelle. Her eyes flickered open a few seconds, she studied me for a moment before returning to sleep.

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Jace POV

I plopped down next to Clary against the stone wall.

It was considerably colder over here than it was by the fire.

I noticed Clary shivering ever so slightly. "You cold?"

She shook her head, but I knew she was lying. I went with it though and didn't question her.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked after few minutes of silence.

I avoided the question and said, "So is district twelve cold? I've heard from anonymous sources that it's cold."

"Anonymous?" She raises her eyebrows. "Well, they're right. It's cold for most of the year but it does get to a decent temperature in summer."

I nodded, quite bored with what we were talking about. "Your hand alright?"

"Yeah." Clary showed me the injury. "It only bruised above my thumb. Doesn't really hurt too bad."

Her hand black and blue between her thumb and index finger. It looked like it hurt. I grabbed her hand and rubbed my thumb across the bruise lightly.

After returning her hand, I asked, "What's that?"

She gave a questioning look, so I added, "The red thing on the inside of your coat."

"Oh," Clary visibly saddened when I asked. She grabbed the red object and gave it to me.

It was a crimson pin with an ebony symbol on it. The inky marks on the pin were in the shape of a diamond with two of the lines extending and curving.

"Where did you get it?" I asked handing it back to her.

"My...my very good friend gave it to me for my birthday right after the reaping."

"When's your birthday?"

"Tomorrow," she replied.

"Happy almost birthday, Clary," I said. I felt bad that her birthday would be celebrated in the arena, but you couldn't do anything to change that. "You'll be sixteen?"

"Yeah," she sighed.

"Can we take the subject off me, please?"

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Ask me anything."

"You got any family? Anyone you're trying to win for?"

"I…," I began. "No, both my parents died when I was a baby."

"You don't have anyone you care about?" she asked surprised. "You had to have someone that raised you."

"My adopted father killed some people and they executed him when I was ten," I bluntly replied.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'd always hated him. He wasn't really the best parent, but he was all I had."

"I get it. My father died a few years back. It was nowhere near the same as what happened to you, but I understand."

I nodded. We stayed quiet for a while after that.

"You hungry?" I asked standing up.

"Yes."

I didn't eat much earlier. We all only ate a few apples and oranges. It wasn't much, but it was something.

There was still a decant supply of food when I reached the sack.

I pulled out an apple.

"Can I borrow a knife?" I asked Clary.

She handed one over, and I began to slice the crimson fruit.

I gave Clary half of what I cut and kept the others.

From my hand, the apple core flew through the air over the cliff of the edge of the mountains.

We munched on the apple slices before Clary said, "I think it's time to switch."

"I'm not tired. Just go wake Isabelle up."

She nodded. "Goodnight Jace."

"Goodnight, Clary."

Hello again I'm sorry about posting a short chapter for y'all. I hope you liked the Clace part! There may or may not be some Sizzy coming soon. *wink, wink*