City of Connections

I am soooooooo sorry everyone. I had a lot going on these last few months. First, I had finals, then my boyfriend broke up with me, then my grandmother went to the hospital, my dad and I are moving and a bunch of other stuff. I am so sorry. I promise to get the next chapter in on time. PS Cassandra Clare owns the Mortal Instruments.

Summary: Clary and Jace always had a special connection, though they have never met. They grew up together, faced the good and the bad times together, and eventually fell in love with each other. What happens, though, when they do meet? What happens when they must face the Shadow world together, deal with Valentine, find the Mortal Instruments, and find out what exactly that permanent rune is on their hands? And why that rune seems to give them their connection?

Previously:

I looked at Jace. What should we do?

I think that maybe we should tell him.

Chapter 9: Stories

"Okay, Simon. Let's start at the beginning. Remember when we first met." I asked him and Jace and I watched as he slowly nodded his head.

"And you remember how I was kind of a loner, and how no one would talk to me?"

"Yeah, are you finally gonna tell me why you are like that, because really, it freaked me out a lot. You were always staring into space and drawing these weird pictures of stuff and well, you just acted... really funny."

"Yes, well, I did those things because well ever since I was born, I heard this voice in my head and I kept hearing that voice for the next 16 years of my life. That voice, Si, was always there for me, teaching me, helping me, loving me," I glanced at Jace from the corner of my eyes.

I never really did thank you for all you've done for me. I silently told him.

You have done all that and more for me, Clary. Jace responded.

"Anyway, that voice, Simon, was... well, that voice was Jace."

"What?" Simon asked in disbelief and started laughing histerically.

"You really want to tell me that the reason you were so freaky for the 7 years that I have known you was because you were mentally shacking up with some dyed-blond-wanna-be goth that you have apparently known since you were a second old. Haha, that is rich, real funny, Clary. And I am sleeping with your mother. Get real, Clary," Simon laughed.

"Simon! We are not mentally shacking up and be serious I am telling the truth here, Si," I repremended him.

"And I am naturally blond, just so you know," Jace told him crossly. I lightly smacked his arm. There wasn't time for that right now.

Sorry, he mentally whispered. So about that mentally shacking up... Jace grinned devilishly after he gained my forgiveness. I rolled my eyes, an amused smile on my face.

"Whatever, prove it," Simon said.

"And how do you think we are going to do that, mundie? All we know is that Clary is also what I am. A Shadowhunter. But we think that our special ability has something to do with this," Jace snapped and stuck out the correct hands.

"Okay, I see the creepy swirly design but what the hell was that thing you mentiones. Shadow-chasers. Sounds pretty lame and what the heck is it. What do ya go around trying to find a person and scare away their shadow like flippin' Peter Pan," Simon said snippily.

"Peter Pan? What is that? And it is Shadow-Hunter, mundie. Be greatful Clary is even allowed to tell you this," Jace crossed his arms.

"Anway," I cut in. "Shadowhunters are real, Simon. I am one, Jace is one, my mother was one. And everyone here but you is one so please just listen to what I have to say before you talk alright?"

After giving Simon a brief yet informative history of Shadowhunters up until now, Simon gaped at us, open mouthed and listened to my lengthy explanation with a nearly impassive expression, only wincing a little when I got to the part about the Ravener demon.

When I was done speaking, I cleared her dry throat, suddenly dying for a glass of water. "So," I said, "any questions?"

Simon held up his hand. "Oh, I've got questions. Several." I exhaled warily. "Okay, shoot."

He pointed at Jace. "Now, he's a, you're a—what do you call people like that again?"

"We're Shadowhunters," I said.

"A demon hunter," Jace clarified. "We kill demons. It's not that complicated, really."

Simon looked at me again. "For real?" His eyes were narrowed, as if he half-expected me to tell him that none of it was true and Jace was actually a dangerous escaped lunatic that I had decided to befriend on humanitarian grounds.

"For real."

There was an intent look on Simon's face. "And there are vampires, too?

Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff?"

I gnawed on my lower lip. "So I've seen."

"And you kill them, too?" Simon asked, directing the question to Jace, who had put the stele back in his pocket and was examining his flawless nails for defects.

"Only when they've been naughty."

For a moment Simon merely sat and stared down at his feet. Silently, I wondered if burdening him with this kind of information had been the wrong thing to do. He had a stronger practical streak than almost anyone else I knew; he might hate knowing something like this, something for which there was no logical explanation. I leaned forward anxiously, just as Simon lifted his head.

"That is so awesome," he said.

Jace looked as startled as I felt. "Awesome?"

Simon nodded enthusiastically enough to make the dark curls bounce on his forehead. "Totally. It's like Dungeons and Dragons, but real."

Jace was looking at Simon as if he were some bizarre species of insect. "It's like what?"

"It's a game," I explained, giving him a few of the images that I had of Simon playing the game and Jace nodded at us in recognition. I felt vaguely embarrassed. "People pretend to be wizards and elves, and they kill monsters and stuff."

Simon grinned. "You've never heard of Dungeons and Dragons?"

"I've heard of dungeons," Jace said. "Also dragons. Although they're mostly extinct. But I mostly remeber lone Saturday nights of you playing a stupid video game that is nothing like the truth," Jace snarked. I elbowed him.

Simon looked disappointed. "You've never killed a dragon?"

Is that really all he got from me?

"He has also never met a six-foot-tall hot elf-woman in a fur bikini, either," Clary said irritably.

"Lay off, Simon."

"Real elves are about eight inches tall," Jace pointed out. "Also, they bite."

"But vampires are hot, right?" Simon said.

"I mean, some of the vampires are babes, aren't they?"

I worried for a moment that Jace might lunge across the porch and throttle Simon senseless but I knew he wouldn't. Instead, he considered the question. "Some of them, maybe." If I could have, I would have raised my eyebrow at him.

But never as beautiful as you, angel. Jace amended.

Nice try. I said yet forgave him anyway. I knew Jace was in love with me and would never go for those trashy bloodsucking bimbos.

Jealous, are we. Jace chuckled and put his arm around me before kissing the side of my forehead.

"Awesome," Simon repeated. I decided I preferred it when they were fighting.

Jace chuckled yet again and took my hand and kissed it. Simon coughed loudly.

Jace stood up. "Well are we done here or not?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Simon got up to and followed Jace and I as we walked to the living room where Mayrse, Isabelle, Alec, Hodge, Robert, and Max were seated.

By the way, some of you may have read a Twilight story similar to this, it is based off of it, and I have permission from the author to do so.

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