What's funny is, I actually had this one typed up and ready to go by Thursday. I got home Friday night (saw 17 Again), and NOT ONE of the three computers in my house was working. None of them would connect to the internet. I tried everything. It was awful! No Myspace, no fanfiction, no email...
Something careened into the side of the house. Everyone shrieked, grabbing their partners, as the floor rocked and shook at the impact. Isabelle tumbled off the bed, dragging Jonathan with her.
Jace held tightly on to Clary, fingers entangled in her very worn fuzzy pink sweater, while Magnus' arms circled Alec, who'd come up the stairs before the shock. Everything was fine for a second then--
Even Jace and Magnus couldn't protect their loves as the house began to tip. Jace, looking out the window, stared dumbfounded at the ground eagerly rushing towards them.
The entire house ripped up from its moorings and crashed onto the ground with a sickening crunch. Sickening crunches happen wherever bones, houses, elephants, et cetera are broken, in almost every book ever written. Like the metallic taste of blood, you know?
Anyway. Everyone was tangled together against the wall, Clary being the lucky one who was crushed by everyone. Jace jumped up after a minute, immediately tossing people behind him as he fought his way towards Clary. She was lying, dazed but obviously all right, on the--floor? wall? ceiling?--smiling happily at Jace.
He fell to what used to be a sparkly lavender wall, working up tears. "Oh, Clary, I love you, I never would have let anything happen to you, I can't believe you're--"
She sat up, rolling her eyes at Jace. "You can't believe I'm fine?" she asked sarcastically.
He did not blush, just hugged her while everyone else felt each other up--er, to check for injuries, and all. A loud droning filled the air.
Everyone gathered around the window--now on the ground. They peered down, and (predictably) it exploded in their faces.
A horde of fairies sprang through the window (which was a couple feet from the ground), hitting and kicking anything they could. The experienced Shadowhunters quickly figured out what was happened and started defending, while Magnus tossed around lightning bolts and Clary yelped and hid behind Jace.
A couple fairies rushed to Jonathan, wanting to know if he was hurt. They took him away, back to their base, while more fairies streamed through the hole in the floor-wall thing. The Shadowhunters were extremely outnumbered, and were being forced into a corner. As a ferret-faced fairy (heehee) stabbed at Alec, the latter yelled, "I love you, Jace, and I always will!"
The fighting stopped. The fairies mouths and arms fell, and all the Shadowhunters turned to look at Alec. Jace was the only one who didn't, grabbing Clary and yelling at everyone to "Go! Go! Go!" through the window to escape.
The others followed suit, jumping down and dashing towards a car Magnus had conjured. It was a sleek convertible, bright red, and Jace didn't hesitate to claim the front seat.
"Congrats, Alec," Jace laughed. "That was such a great distraction!"
Alec stared at Jace's laughing face in disbelief. Luckily, Magnus was there to console him.
"Oh, come off it, Alec," he cajoled him. "His sword sheath so does not match those shoes."