Happy Easter! (Alright, so I'm a little late with that one) So I'm thinking about starting a new fanfiction while writing this one. Another Mortal Instruments one, because somehow those are the best to write! Shadowhunter, though, not human. I'm debating between a Clary+ pregnancy one or my version of COHF. Tell me what you think!

ImpossibleSociety

Disclaimer: All rights go to Cassandra Clare, who for some godforsaken reason is making us wait until City of Heavenly Fire comes out.

Oh, and good job for those of you who picked Alec that found Jace and Clary; you were right! And because of that, I present to you... Alec's POV.

ALECPOV

"Dude... you're a dead man."

The words escaped him before he could stop himself. He couldn't help it. Alec had just gotten up and was on his way to brush is teeth when he noticed that one of the spare rooms' door was slightly ajar. Clary's.

Just to make things clear, Alec didn't hate Clary. Sure, he was wary of her when he had first met her. Those green eyes that were way too observant, pegging him as gay within the first two minutes of their interaction. But he had been impressed. Not many people would be that direct, they rather diverted their looks and mumbled polite excuses. But Clary was real; she never wavered once, and he found that amazingly enjoyable. Better yet, Magnus seemed to like her as well. She just had to make sure not to fall into his boyfriend's sparkly make-over-y clutches, a fatal mistake that Alec had almost made himself.

And then there was Jace. Jace, who he had seen go from a lonely little boy with a traumatizing past to a jackassy jock with a new girl hanging off his every word each day. At first Alec had tried to act like he didn't mind, but slowly Jace's antics started to agitate him more and more. Ok, so Izzy wasn't exactly a role model when it came to relationships either, but then she had met Simon. Izzy had Simon, Alec had Magnus. And Jace had no one. Who did he have? Kaelie? Alec once had a nightmare that she had turned into a raptor and started clawing into his face. He shuddered at the thought.

And then came Clary. Jon's little sister. When Jon had announced to the team that his little sister was coming into town, no one really paid any attention. Until she was actually there. Everyone could see it. Alec was gay and he could see it. Obviously Jon's memory was off, or she was an imposter, because he had described Clary as a, "cherry colored munchkin with a mouth full of metal and a serious vertically challenged genetic disorder." As soon as those words left Jon's mouth, everyone had stopped paying attention, instead going back to discussing what kind of food they should order.

But then she was there and suddenly the old Jace was gone. He stared at her as if there was nothing else that mattered, as if he would never look at another girl again. But Jace being Jace, refused to do anything about it. Instead, he decided to shut off his emotions again, the same thing he did whenever anything became too real for him.

And it had worked... at first. He has stuck his tongue down that bitch's throat, causing Magnus to make some wretched gagging noises, and acted like everything was fine. Jace managed to pull the whole "not caring" thing off for almost the entire week, but he blew it entirely the night before.

Alec had heard them arguing in the living room; Jon looked like he wanted to massacre some innocent townsfolk and Jace looked like he wanted to explode. As Alec listened to Jon's recounting of events, he noticed how Jace's eyes flickered to Clary's face multiple times, his eyes filled with intense worry. Alec couldn't help a small smile, despite the serious situation.

And now he was there, standing in the doorway of the room, staring with his mouth agape as Jace slept soundly next to the still drugged Clary.

As the words spewed from his mouth without warning, Jace shot straight out of the bed and landed agilely blearily looking around, hardly stirring Clary in the process.

"Seriously, man? What is wrong with you? You snuck in here in the middle of the night so you could sleep with Jon's little sister? His drugged little sister? That's sick." The words made their way out of Alec's mouth without his permission.

"Alec, man, you have to listen to me. It's not what it looks like, but it doesn't even matter." Jace's words came out hushed and rapidly. "You can't tell Jon."

"W-what?" Alec started stuttering. "You want me to lie?"

Jace looked and him pleadingly but he shrugged as if indifferent. "It's not lying. It's not telling the truth. It's... cunningly selective word choice."

He stared at Jace for a long moment. "Fine," he said finally. "I won't tell him." Jace let out a sigh of relief just as another voice spoke up.

"You won't tell who what?" It was Jon, scratching his back wearily, but his eyes were trained on Clary. Jace stiffened all over again.

Alec let out a mental sigh of exasperation before he covered for his brother. "Nothing. Just our dad. We probably shouldn't tell him about this whole thing."

Jon rubbed his neck. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks, I guess." Alec waved his hand in a gesture that meant No problem.

"So... what exactly are you doing in here?" Jon looked from Jace to Alec, then back again. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"Just checking to see if she was awake. We were wondering if we should get her home." This time Jace was able to lie without hesitation, to which Alec was supremely grateful.

"Nah," Jon responded casually, "we should probably just wait until she wakes up." He paused for a moment.

"You guys have any food?"

CPOV

Clary was floating. She drifted aimlessly in the sea of never ending silence. But silence did not exist, so she glided along with the thrum of oblivion, never once feeling unease. She had no sense of how long she remained like that, but she felt the shift as she left the shadows and began to lie in the sun. A small moan of contentment escaped her as the sunlight condensed next to her, shielding her from the darkness. This time without any trepidation, she sunk in to the softness, letting it envelop her.

Eventually the world around her began to solidify around her, and the indistinguishable hum of energy started to separate, breaking into different tones. Voices. She couldn't understand what they were saying, but it didn't matter because they soon faded away. Clary was unable to move; the lead in her body leaving her unbearably slowly.

Finally, for what seemed like days afterwards, her eyes opened to slits. Her head faced the shaded window, but light still bled through. It took a moment in her still foggy brain to process that she had no idea where she was. Lying immobile, she thought back to the last memory she had. School? No, she remembered talking to Izzy. About what? The club? That was it; the harder the tried to recall anything, her thoughts fizzled out into nothingness. The last thing she remembered was getting dressed, and then... nothing.

Clary slowly lifted her head, supporting it with her arm. A wave of nausea ran through her and her vision spiraled for a minute. When it came back into focus, she realized that someone had changed her clothes; the only thing that covered her was on oversized shirt.

She rolled over, stifling a groan when aching pains shot through her body from being still. Her once steady breathing was starting to become uneven, gasps starting to escape her mouth as she sat on the edge of the bed, bracing her elbows on her legs and doubling forward. As her racing heart calmed, Clary raised her head and finally realized where she was. The Lightwoods. Intent on discovering why she was there, Clary made her way to her feet agonizingly slowly, and despite the care she took, a wave of vertigo shot through her, making her stumble. Luckily she caught herself on the wall, and she wrenched herself upright.

Feeling incredibly frustrated and more than a little confused, she staggered to the door and flung it open. Clary walked out to see the hallway empty but voices floating up from the lower level of the house.

Being the klutz she was, Clary couldn't help but trip on the way there. She fell like a plane crashing back down to earth, and she banged her head on the base of the handrail to the stairs in the process. Unable to suppress it this time, Clary let out a pitiful noise that sounded like a combination of a whimper and a cry of pain. Simply giving up, she lay on the floor with her head resting on the ground and her hair covering her eyes.

Seconds later she heard a distinct, "Did you hear that?" that sounded suspiciously like her brother. A chair scraping and multiple pairs of feet walking became clearer, and then a surprised shout followed.

"Clary? Clary, look at me. Are you ok?" Her brother was frantic, and he came to shake her shoulder vigorously.

"No," Clary moaned in a drawn out syllable. "Go away."

A breathy chuckle emanated from him and he hefted her off the ground on carried her downstairs, plopping her on the couch, and holding her up with his arms. She whacked them away. "Get off me," she muttered.

"What? What am I doing here? I can't remember..."

She looked up to see Jon staring at her with a mixture of worry, and surprisingly fury. "What?" She asked, her voice rising in pitch. "What did I do?"

This time it was Jace that answered, stepping up from the corner where he had been standing. "You didn't do anything," he emphasized, making it perfectly clear that someone had.

With that the two boys started to explain, and Clary's eyes grew wider and wider as they did. Jon, however, went from being mildly calm, to slightly agitated, finally settling on the verge of having an aneurysm, based on the way his chest was heaving. He stalked out the door, muttering something that sounded like, "I'll be back."

Jace sat next to her. She turned her gaze to meet his, and she smiled.

JPOV

When she looked up and smiled, he felt his breath lodge in his throat.

"So, I guess I have you to thank, don't I? For saving me from some terrible fate?"

He cleared his throat. "Um... I think you have Jon to thank for that." Did he just say um? Jace Lightwood did not stutter.

Thankfully she didn't seem to mind. Or notice. "Yeah, but still. Thanks." She scooted forward, her legs tucked adorably under her legs, and she placed her tiny hand on his thigh. Immediately Jace began sweating, every part of him on overdrive. "Uh..." He was scrambling to come up with any semblance of a coherent response.

Her voice dropped to a low whisper, one that sent quakes down Jace's spine. "You really aren't the bad guy everybody says you are, Jace. You're so nice. And hot. So, so hot." By then she had maneuvered herself so that her lips were at his ear, ruffling his golden locks lightly.

His breathing sped further and he turned his head slightly so that their noses were touching. Ever so slowly, she lifted his face to meet hers, her small finger pulling his chin up. A small smile on her face, she lowered her lips to meet his.

And then the spark lit.

Ok, so it finally happened. Hurrah, the kiss. Ok, the kiss where Clary wasn't drunk. But surprise, surprise. She kissed him. And what on earth is Clary thinking? Oh, and sorry for cutting it off there, but I felt like I should've.

It is ridiculously late where I am, but I wanted to thank all of my readers, especially ones from foreign (or at least foreign to me) countries. It never ceases to amaze me thinking that you guys are reading this from all over the world. Love you guys!

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Ugh, and really sorry. I totally felt like my writing was off this time around, and this definitely is not my best chapter. By far. I'm working on it, so I hope you guys understand. Writer's block sucks.