Sorry! I've had some BAAAAAAD writers block for this story! I've managed to update 'Into the Storm' a little but now I've got slight writers block for that.. so… yeah. THE PROBLEMS WRITERS HAVE SUCK! Can I delete writer's block from existence? *spams delete button* Nope.

BTW swearing and angry Jace ahead!

Chapter 9

Clary groaned, reaching a hand to her pounding head to soothe the pain. She hissed in pain as her shoulder burned. Opening her eye's slightly, she saw two scabs and an angry red welt surrounding it. Groaning again, she let her head fall against the seat. Wait, seat? She looked around, seeing herself in the back of a van.

Then she remembered everything. Simon, Jonathan, Armel. She was buried alive. But, where were Simon and Jonathan?

"Clare?" A voice asked.

Clary sat up, startled, and all the blood rushed from her head, making it pound violently. She shut her eyes for a brief moment, raising her hand to her head once more, before opening her eyes. She sighed in relief as she saw a smooth head of white hair and a caring pair of dark eyes.

"Jon…" she trailed off. Ignoring the pain in her head, she jumped up, reaching over the seats and wrapped her arms round his neck.

He chuckled slightly and wrapped his arms around her, but his grip started to loosen. "Clare, c-can't breathe…!" he breathed out, his face turning red from lack of oxygen.

She pulled back, her hand on his shoulders. "Sorry," she apologized. "I'm just so happy to see you!" She denied it but she had a few tears of utter joy flowing down her cheeks.

"I'm glad to see you too but at least I didn't choke you!" he chuckled, rubbing his neck.

She smiled, glad to be with her brother again. Then a thought struck her. "Where's Simon?" she asked worriedly.

"Up here!" a familiar voice called from the front seat of the vehicle. Simon was sitting in the driver's seat, legs up on the dashboard, blood stains littered his clothes. Thankfully, none of them looked too concerning.

Clary climbed up, over the seat and towards the front. "Are you okay?" she asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." he said calmly. "My head finally stopped hurting."

Clary looked to his head, where a fairly decent sized gash on the right side of his forehead. The blood had dried, creating a crimson, crusty layer over the wound. "You most likely have a concussion. Isabelle has one too, I'm not surprised."

Simon froze and looked up at her. "Is she okay? I-Isabelle, I mean." he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Clary nodded slowly. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. Nothing too serious. Just a sprained wrist and some cuts and bruises."

Simon sighed in relief, but winced slightly in pain. Clary noticed and put pressure on his left ribs. He cried out slightly. "What the hell!?" he asked, holding his side in pain.

"Ribs definitely broken. Doesn't seem to severe." she said. the colour purple caught her eye and she looked down to see a large purple bruise and slight blood stain from just under Simon's right pant leg. "Most likely broken ankle too."

"Hey!" Jonathan called from the middle row of seats. "Hate to put a damper on the 'reunion', but may I remind you we don't have much longer to breathe."

Clary had completely forgotten about the fact that they were buried alive. Out the windows was piled of dusty rock and dirt. "What resources do we have?"

Jonathan pulled out a bag from under the seat and dug through it. "Uh, two phones, without batteries, a water bottle, a camera and a pair of scissors." he listed, pulling each item out of the bag when said.

Clary had a puzzled look on her face. "Why a camera?" she asked.

Jonathan shrugged. "I'm guessing it belonged to whoever this car belongs to. I have a distinct feeling it doesn't belong to Armel."

"Is there anyway we could power the phones? To send a message?" Clary asked, thinking allowed.

Jonathan shrugged. "Without batteries? You can't power a phone without batteries, Clare."

Simon perked up, but neither noticed. They continues to think over ways to power the phone until Simon spoke up. "You can." he said.

Clary and Jonathan gave him a look. "What?" they said in union.

"Think, you can turn on a car without keys, so why not a phone without batteries?" he asked.

Clary smiled, knowing what he was saying, but Jonathan just stared at the two, confused. "What are you saying?" he asked.

Clary looked at her brother, smile still on her face. "We're going to hotwire a phone."

…

The hospital room was dead silent. No one spoke while they waited for the forensics team to find something as they searched the institute grounds. Magnus had gone with them, since he was a part of the case and volunteered since everyone else was still a little shell shocked.

Soon, the phone that was still resting in Jace's hand buzzed quietly. He picked up.

"Jace?" a familiar voice asked.

"Hey, Magnus." Jace responded. "Did you find anything?" he asked, hopefully.

Magnus sighed. "Nothing yet, besides the phone."

Jace hung his head slightly, he wanted Armel to screw up and lead them right to Clary and the others. But it was very unlikely.

"Although, Clary gave him a good swing to the head with that hose. Found some blood on the tip." he said with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

So that's what that sound was. Jace thought, thinking back to the call they had listened to almost an hour ago. He sighed and looked back down at the phone. There was a text. Jace kept the call on and checked who it was. It was a unknown number.

Jace froze as he saw what it said. Qui suis je?

"Jace?" Alec asked, noticing Jace's blank state.

"Jace?" Magnus asked through the phone. "You still there?"

After another worrying moment, Jace spoke up. "First messages on shovels and now our phones?! Will he ever leave us ALONE?!" he screamed at the phone.

"Whoa, Jace calm down!" Alec pleaded, standing from his seat and walking towards Jace.

"No!" Jace yelled, standing as well, still staring at the phone. "This asshole is fucking ruining our lives! I've had ENOUGH!" he yelled, throwing the phone to the ground.

Isabelle was backed into the far corner on the bed, her eye's full of fear. "Jace, calm down, please." she pleaded to him.

He did so after he looked around the room. Everyone was staring at him, fear and concern in their eyes. He picked up the phone, which only had a few cracks on it, but the call was ended. Alec would be expecting a call from Magnus soon. Jace turned the phone around so they could see a message.

"Oh my god."

They all knew who it was.

...

"Okay," Simon sighed, after finishing connecting the wires to the phone. "That should do it."

Clary, who was holding the phone let out a breath. What would they send?

"Okay," Jonathan said from the very back of the van. They'd been in there for hours, trying to figure out how to hotwire the phone, and Jonathan had no idea what was going on. "You guys have been at this forever and I'm getting tired of waiting to pass out due to lack of oxygen."

Clary sighed. "We've hotwired the phone, now we just need to figure out what to send."

"Goodbye?" Simon asked. "Nice knowing you?"

Clary glared at him. "Do you not want to get out of here? Do you not want to see Isabelle again?" she asked. when he didn't look at her, she continued. "Do you not want to ask her to-"

"I do!" he snapped. He took a breath and continued. "I just don't think it's highly probable that we will make it out."

Jonathan looked back and forth between the two. "Will someone fill me in?" he asked.

Clary brushed him off. "Later." she responded before turning to Simon. "Then is there any way we could figure out where we are?"

Simon looked around them at the windows. Rock and dirt and dust piled against the thin glass. He needed to know what it was, then he could know where they were.

"Hey," he called. "Can you open the window? F-for just a second?" he asked, curiously.

Jonathan shook his head. "Okay, I don't have to be a genius to know that opening the window will lessen our diminishing air supply." he stated.

"But," Simon pointed out. "You clearly aren't one so you didn't know that I need to do more than look at the earth to find out where we are."

Clary chuckled. "Glad to see you two are getting along." She moved her hand to the window and clicked the button that would lower the window down, letting the rocks pile in.

After a second, she closed the window again, letting the dust clear and stopping the debris from falling in on her lap. Coughing, she passed a handful of the rock and soil to Simon, who began sifting through it.

"Ash," he said, slipping a small sample into his mouth before spitting it out. "Nitrogen, sulfur." He looked up. "We're in a quarry." he said.

"How do you know?" Jonathan asked, curiously.

"It's coal enriched soil, commonly found in quarries. Plus, it would've been easy for Armel to bury us here without causing too much suspicion." he said plainly.

Clary smiled. "You could pass for an FBI agent/scientist." she joked.

Simon looked at her. "Um, no thanks. I like my bugs. and besides, less, you know, pew pew!" he joked, making a finger gun with his free hand.

"But I thought you liked gun games."

"Yeah, that's true but I don't actually get punctured by thousands of bullets from the couch in my living room playing CoD, now do I?" he asked jokingly.

"Dude," Jonathan chimed in. "I love CoD! What's your favorite, Zombies or Ghosts?"

"Focus!" Clary yelled, interrupting their conversation.

"C8H6O2." Simon mumbled, looking back at the soil in his hand. "I need benzofuranone." he said, looking around.

Jonathan looked at him, confused yet again. "Benzo-what what?"

"Common in plastic film, soap and sunscreen." Clary listed to herself. Where were they gonna get sunscreen?

"Will this work?" Jonathan said, pulling Clary out of her thoughts.

She looked up to see Jonathan holding a pocket sized bottle of sunscreen in his hand. "Yes, here." she said, holding her hand out. She took the sunscreen from her brothers hand and handed it to Simon, but not before turning back to look at Jonathan. "Why do you have sunscreen in your pocket?"

"Hey," he said, pointing an accusing finger at his sister. "You should know how easily I burn."

Clary laughed. She remembered when they were little, Jonathan went to a pool party with his friends and came back looking a very angry shade of pink, and he'd only been gone an hour or so. After a whole painful week he was determined to never be burned like that again.

"Jonathan can you pass me the lazer pointer?" Simon asked.

Jonathan did as he was told. Clary watched the two of them. "Where did you get a laser pointer?" she asked.

Simon huffed. "I don't like calling it a laser pointer but it was faster than saying 'Limited edition Star Wars laser pen'." Clary glared at him, pushing him to answer the question. "I keep it in my pocket at all times, but my jacket was in the back so, yeah." he said, slightly embarrassed.

He then passed the laser pen to Clary before instructing her. "Shine it on the soil, please?"

Clary did as she was told and sawn the laser on the pile of sunscreen and dirt. Simon raised the camera and used the large lense to zoom in and out, like a makeshift microscope. Moments later, he looked up, a shocked, yet happy expression displayed on his face.

"I know where we are."

YA! I'm back! I will be at my cottage for a week or so, sooooooo no updates! Nothing you aren't used to, right? Sorry. Oh, I also uploaded the trailer for this fic on my youtube! Ya! Half the stuff in it hasn't even happened yet! But it will… :) Love to hear that you guys like the story! Can't wait to hear what you think of this chapter!

-TBBG