We are so so so so so sorry that we missed another week but it's been very difficult for us to get together lately. We promise to have the next chapter up in time, and hopefully a one shot. We're hoping to have this story done before the exams at the end of the semester so hopefully we can stay on track and not miss to many weeks along the way.

As always, don't get offended because this is all for shits and giggles.

WANNA GO TO HOOTERS?

Clary stood on the yoga mat, doing elaborate stretches as Instructor Lana helped her bend the correct way. Alec sat in the back corner with a few other guys, listening to them talk about how hot their wives used to be. All Alec could think of is how hot Magnus is now.

Instructor Doobie turned to the men that sat doing nothing. "Gentlemen, I'd like you to join your wives now."

Alec sighed exasperatedly. He stood with the others and walked to stand beside Clary. They did and the instructor asked and laid Clary down on the mat with her knees up. Alec kneeled by her feet.

"And now, you need to use your hands, and in small, slow circles, massage your partner's inner thighs."

Alec and Clary locked eyes, both panicking. Oh hell no!

Clary sat forward, reached around Alec and squeezed his ass. Or at least that's what it felt like. She held his phone in her hand and pulled it away from her ear as though she had just finished a phone call. She looked at Alec with wide eyes. "Oh my god, Alec! My mom just woke up from her coma! Let's go!"

Alec stumbled to his feet, pulling Clary with him as they approached the door. "Yes! Let us go to the hospital because your previously comatose mother is awake!" He made eye contact with the instructor just before they reached the door. "We are now leaving early because Clary's previously comatose mother is awake. This exit was not planned and we regret having to leave."

Clary leaned in and whispered in Alec's ear. "You're blowing it."

The two slipped out the door without another word. They began walking down the sidewalk towards the car, laughing about how horrible a liar Alec is.

"This exit was not planned? Seriously?" Clary laughed.

Alec smiled. "Believe it or not, I was actually on an improve team in high school."

"Oh god," Clary said with a face of disgust and pity. She glanced up at the store that stood across the street. "Wanna go to Hooters?"

"Are you a lesbian?"

"No, but they've got great wings."

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Clary slurped the meat off the last of her seventh serving of wings. She gulped down her fruit punch and eyed Alec's BTL. He rolled his eyes slid the plate towards her. Clary inhaled the sandwich in three bites. "So," she said, picking bacon out of her teeth. "Tell me about yourself."

Alec looked surprise questionnaire. He wasn't too fond of Clary, especially with Jace's crush on her. He shook his head, not knowing what to say.

"Oh come on. Tell me about this record of yours at Max's camp."

Alec, finding his words, he cleared his throat. "Well, my parents sent me there in high school to try and scare me straight. It didn't work. Obviously. But while I was there I did make a few good friends. And I broke the record for most attempted escapes, and I was the first one to actually make it out. If only I had hidden somewhere other than my own house. But of course, my parents eventually found me and sent me back. But not before I grabbed a couple packs of bacon." Alec smiled and waved one of the waitresses over. The large breasted girl sauntered towards them with her notepad ready. Alec asked for seven orders of wings and sent the girl away.

"I hope at least five of those of those are for me," Clary said.

"You already had seven servings!"

"Shit, you're right. Thirteen is an unlucky number. Better make it fifteen, just to be safe."

Alec rolled his eyes and laughed. Maybe this kid wasn't so bad after all. "So," he said, getting the conversation started again. "Tell me about yourself. I barely know anything about you. Except that you like Oreos and clam chowder. Didn't you say you lived somewhere before you lived in New York?"

Clary looked down and began to dig bacon bits out of her finger nails. "I lived in New York with my mom, my brother Jonathan and my dad, Valentine back when I was still little. I went to school with Simon and he was my best friend. But then, after I graduated grade school, something happened and we had to move away. My dad didn't come with us."

"Why not?" Alec asked just as the waitress brought their wings over. Clary pushed the plate aside as though she were no longer hungry, which seemed almost impossible to Alec.

Clary just shook her head and continued. "Anyway, we moved to this small independent country below Switzerland called Idris. My mom had family there that my dad didn't know about and we were going to stay with them. John and I went to school there for a while. After he graduated, he went straight to med school, got his degree in medicine and neurobiology. Now he's working up in Northern Canada on some kind of advanced experiment on healing brain damage and waking coma patients."

"He just left?" Alec asked, munching on a celery stick.

Clary shook her head. "He didn't want to leave to go to university. I made him go. I knew he wasn't happy in Alicante. He's the kind of person that needs to make a difference."

Alec nodded and rolled his wrist, telling Clary to continue her story.

"Anyway, almost like clockwork, right after my high school graduation, something happened again and we had to move back to New York."

"What happened?"

Clary looked back down at her hands, almost like she was ashamed. "My dad found us. He was the reason we left in the first place. My mom just couldn't take being with him anymore. She was tired of the bruises and the cuts and the yelling. He scared all of us and no one really knew how to handle it. She one night, mom packed up our bags, got us all on a plane and mailed the divorce papers without a return address. Then, four years later, there he was, standing in my grandparents kitchen like he owned the place. I was the first one to see him, and the first thing he did was grab me, drag me outside and tie me to a tree. I was so small. I still am. I didn't have much of a chance against him, and I couldn't break the zip ties.

"After that, I remember hearing a lot of yelling and screaming, and then there was a loud thud. Valentine dragged my mo out of the door with blood gushing from her head. She wasn't moving." Clary tried her best to swallow a sob, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Alec placed a reassuring hand on her arm. It helped. Clary continued. "He left my mom lying in the grass and went back into the house. I don't know what happened but somehow a fire started. My grandparents were still inside with him. They all burned."

"I'm sorry," Alec mumbled, unsure of what else to do.

Clary shook her head, wiping away the tears. Her finger looped around a silver necklace that hung from around her neck. Alec hadn't noticed it before. "Anyway, after that we moved back to New York because Idris lacked the tech to support my mother's condition. And, yeah. That's the story."

"Well," Alec smiled. "Even though that was a very sad story, I'm glad you moved back here. Because if you didn't, we never would have met."

Clary smiled in return, finally reaching her plate of wings. She even slapped Alec's hand away when he tried to steal one. "No," she said. "You can have the celery, but that's all!"

The two sat in their booth for what seemed like hours, just talking. Clary told Alec about how her mother had given her great grandmothers necklace on her graduation day. It was a strange looking symbol that resembled butterfly wings that hung on a silver chain. "It's my family's symbol," Clary said. "Before my mother had to change our names when we ran, my surname was Fairchild. We never took my father's name."

Clary laughed at Alec when he told her that when Jace had turned sixteen and he was seventeen, the two had gone out behind Maryse and Roberts back and gotten matching tattoos. Alec pulled down the down his shirt collar, showing a strange looking rune in black ink on his chest.

As they drove home, Alec nearly swerved off the road again when he swatted Clary in the shoulder. "It is not a tramp stamp!" he insisted.

Clary smirked. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You may as well be one of those waitresses at Hooters. All you need is a nice pair of jugs."

"Shut your trap, Virgin Mary." Alec snapped, pulling into the garage.

Clary rolled her eyes and got out of the car. The two raced to the door, and Alec giggled and flicked her in the forehead when we beat her.

"No, you idiot!"

Clary and Alec entered the living room. Jace was slumped on the couch, his jacket thrown across the floor and his tie loosened.

"What are you watching?"

Jace paused the tv and looked up at Clary and Alec. "What took you guys so long? I only got home two hours early and I still had time to finish the first season of Supernatural!"

Alec fell onto the couch next to Jace. "I was having sex with Clary in the car."

Jace looked shocked. "Did Alec just make a funny?"

Ooh, look at that! Character development! Bet you guys weren't expecting that!

So we hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please let us know what we did right and what we did wrong. We love to hear what you guys have to say.

Hopefully we will have the next chapter up by monday (maybe two chapters since we missed last week.)

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-R & A