A/N: Hii! I was planning to write & post a chapter for Brooklyn Carter and Words but inspiration happened for this one. This is a night update (for me) which I haven't done in a while, but my life update is that I got off a plane from NY an hour and a half ago and really wanted to post this for you guys, so here we aree. That's all I got.

Disclaimer: Just a random disclaimer that I don't own characters or songs, just the story I've put them in.

The song used in this chapter is Where I Want To Be (Acoustic) by The Dangerous Summer. If you guys Youtube it, it'll be the one with the gray background. It's an important one so try to listen along if you can.


Clary pressed her index and middle fingers to her temples. She had her eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as she listened to Isabelle go on and on about how she was annoyed at Simon.

Clary exhaled loudly. "Izzy, please."

She huffed. "He's probably out there listening to us talk right now." Clary opened her eyes to see Isabelle side-eyeing a sheet. Her bus bunk curtain was closed, and the two were sitting across from each other, their legs and feet wrapped in blankets, with pillows on each other's shins.

"He's not. It's just me," Jonathan spoke, and the two didn't respond. "Just me. Trying to get some sleep."

"Well, if it wasn't for you, this whole fight wouldn't be happening right now, now would it?" Isabelle retorted so quickly that her whole body went hot. Clary pursed her lips, waiting for a response that she knew her brother would never give. A couple seconds of silence passed. "That's what I thought." She turned her head to face Clary, her neck and head lifted up from pillows; Clary was positioned the same. "I hate him."

"You don't hate him." Clary rolled her eyes. The thing about Simon and Isabelle was that they fought like this before they were even together. Simon may have adored Izzy, but it didn't mean he was going to let her push him around or treat him horribly because of it. Since their lives were so different, and their opinions were as well, they fought often when they were teenagers. Naturally, they put Clary in the middle of their fights, and she was forced to be the mediator. Just because they were together now didn't mean that Clary stopped refereeing.

"I don't hate him," she admitted. "I want to just knock some sense into him."

Clary sighed. "Fine." She felt Isabelle move a little. "Not literally. But you can want that."

Isabelle crossed her arms. "Why doesn't he get it? Everybody else gets it."

"Izzy, you can't force things upon him. Didn't you learn that when we were, I don't know, eleven? He's not a robot. He has his own opinions and feelings. Let him be with this one. You're not going to change it."

She stared at her hands. "How can you be on his side? This is partially about the way he hates your brother."

"My brother is an idiot." The two girls could hear the rustling of pillows. Clary figured Jonathan moved his pillow to cover his face. "And I'm not choosing sides, Izzy. I'm just trying to get you to understand his. I'm neutral here. I get both of you."


"Shouldn't we mediate them or something?" Jace asked Alec, who was sitting across from him in the back of the tour bus.

"No, they'll figure it out," Alec said simply. "They always do. Let 'Triple Trouble' be 'Triple Trouble.'"

Jace raised an eyebrow. "The Beastie Boys song?"

"It's what they call themselves." Alec looked at him. "They've been calling themselves that since they first hung out as a trio together." He made a face. "Actually, that's a lie. Isabelle hated Simon when she first met him because she said that he was stealing Clary away from her. And he thought she was just this stuck-up Upper East Side girl. But they fixed those presumptions. So it's been Triple Trouble since they learned how to function as a group."

"Oh. So they've done this before?"

"Oh yeah."

"Clary has mediated before?"

Alec nodded. "If it isn't strictly a relationship problem, she's there."

"Oh!" Jace sat up. "So, this will be alright? I mean, they'll talk about it calmly and be okay?"

Alec looked away from the TV and saw the hope in Jace's eyes. He tilted his head back and roared with laughter. Jace sat there, blinking.


"I've been on a lot of tours and I still don't get how tour schedules work." Clary turned to her left, pulling up her leg and putting her chin on her knee as she looked at Simon. He was still sitting in the front area of the bus when she was done talking with Isabelle, so she sat beside him and started random conversations. This was her third topic, and he failed to engage in any of them. Clary cleared her throat, but he didn't budge. She scrunched her nose and continued. "I mean, why would you start on the west coast, travel around it for a bit then go to the southern states, like we did. Like we went California, straight to Florida. It's odd, isn't it? Then it's like you almost get up to home, but nope, we stopped in North Carolina, and went back to the west." Her hand was out in front of her. "It's so weird, right? They never make any sense and—ugh! Simon, please. I've talked about Manga, Dave Grohl, and tour schedules—which, frankly, I don't give a shit about. Bring the talent wherever is available without wasting time—I absolutely get that." She sighed. "Please, say something."

Simon gave a nod, with an impressed expression. "I get it too."

"Simon."

He finally looked at her. "Clary. I don't want to hear about how you're on Izzy's—"

"Oh, shut up!" She threw her arms up. "Are you two serious with this whole 'his side, her side' bullshit? When did I ever choose a side?" Simon's mouth opened. "Excusing the times either one of you are actually stupid, when did I ever choose a side on something this serious?"

Simon nodded. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm ashamed."

"You should be." She poked him with her index finger, pushing him back. "Please talk to me. My brother is an idiot. I know why you're upset." Clary turned around when Simon's eyes focused on the bus driver behind her. She took his arm, pulling him into the bunk area. "Come on; we're gonna kick them out." The two of them walked through the narrow hall; Clary leading Simon—until she jumped, crashing into him, almost making him fall backwards. "Isabelle Sophia!" Clary yelled after the initial shock of Isabelle sticking out her leg, almost kicking her in the head.

Isabelle peeked outside her bunk. Her eyes got wide, and she gasped. "Clarissa! I'm sorry. I thought Simon was first."

"So you're okay kicking me in the head?!" He pointed at himself.

"Yeah, I am!" she yelled, and Clary rolled her eyes, slapping Isabelle's leg until it went into her bunk, and she pulled Simon to the back as the couple glared at each other in passing.

"Out," Clary said, looking at Jace and then Alec. The two didn't hesitate to get up and walk around them, closing the back door. "Sit." She pointed, and Simon did so. She sat down across from him and closed her eyes. "Talk."

He stared at her for a moment, not sure if she was serious. She opened one eye, and he jumped in surprise, and she closed it again.

Simon cleared his throat. "I don't know how to start this, Clary. Ask me a question."

She took a moment. "Just tell me why you're so angry."

He laced his fingers together. "First, I was angry at him for treating us like dirt, and for hurting us. Not just pushing us away, Clary, but deliberately hitting areas that hurt. Especially you. He used the insecurities he knew you would have and used it against you. I mean, drugs can change a person. But it doesn't make them the damn devil."

Clary opened her eyes now and leaned back into the couch, pulling her feet up.

"And then I just got angry at the way everyone was just...forgiving him."

"I don't know if it's the same as forgiving him."

"It seems a lot like it, and it feels a lot like it's ignoring what happened that night."

Clary leaned forward. "Well, I'm not completely forgiving him. I'm still weary of him. I'm not ignoring what happened, Simon. I'm just...trying not to crack under the weight of it."

He looked down. "And that's fine, Clary. I just...that's how it feels like. Isabelle was making him a plate the next morning when he hadn't even apologized—"

"Isabelle loves family more than she loves anything else."

"And Alec, he seemed—"

"He's Jon's best friend."

"Fine. He's an exception. But he's already on Isabelle's side."

"She's his sister. You are her boyfriend." She pursed her lips together.

"Okay, fine." Simon sighed. "But even with Jace. I mean, I know Jace is still mad at him, but he still can talk to him, look at him. I can't, Clary."

Clary gulped. Her heart felt heavy from Simon's words, and she was trying to fight the anxiety of imagining them never talking to each other again. "Simon, please. We're a family. He's your brother—"

"He's not."

Clary looked up and immediately responded. "What?"

Surprising even himself at first, Simon looked at his lap for a moment. "I mean, he is. Fuck, he is. But not as much as he is to you guys. I mean, you four grew up together. Even Jace, he grew up with you two. But I didn't actually—"

"Simon, how can you say that? We are a family!"

"You are my family, Clarissa." He said it so loud and clear that they didn't speak or make a noise for a couple of seconds.

Clary shook her head a little. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are the one I think of as my sister. You are my best friend. You were the one who let me eat lunch with you on your first day of school. You introduced me to the group. You changed my life by bringing me to Isabelle, to this band, to this family we've created." Simon shrugged a little. "Not anyone else."

She took a deep breath. "Simon." Clary looked away for a moment and could only picture the Simon she met when she was a kid. The way he walked up to her even though she had a scowl on her face. The way he continued to hang out with her at the Lightwood penthouse even though it was apparent that Isabelle didn't like him at first. The way he always sided with her, and protected her. He blended in with them so well that sometimes she forgot he was the last to join them. She saw him as such an important part to them, but she never realized that maybe he questioned from the beginning that they only let him in because of her.

"I just hate the way he talked to you and Isabelle. And I hate the way he broke each of us. And that he didn't seem to care." Simon looked down. "And that we don't know if it'll happen again. Because I can't watch you guys be broken like that again. I can't hear you break down like that again. And I just can't forgive him until I know he won't do this to us again, and I don't really care if that makes me wrong here."

"You aren't wrong. You're far from it." Clary leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. "No matter what head-kicking Isabelle says."

Simon leaned forward like she did. "You know, those nights when you and Alec were reviving Isabelle, Jon was always the one who was with me, waiting. And he was always so mad at her. So mad." He shook his head. "He would always say that he wouldn't forgive her. But he did. Every time she woke up and said sorry, he would forgive her. And maybe that's why she was so willing to do the same."

"And you?" She stared at his shoes as his leg began to bounce from the ball of his foot. "What were you those nights?"

"Scared," Simon whispered. "I was always scared. And I always wished that it wasn't happening. And Jon used to tell me that he was immune to being scared, because when you see it enough, maybe it takes that fear and makes you realize that it's just plain stupid to play with your life like that. After he stopped using the last time, he told me he would never do that to us. To me." Simon's gaze didn't budge from the floor. "But he still did."

"A part of his anger was fear too, Simon. He was afraid of being that way. It consumed him, and he became it. You should talk to him about it. He isn't lying. I can see it in his eyes."

"I know. And I will. I'll talk to him. One day, but not yet." He leaned back. "Look, I understand what Izzy is saying. But it doesn't mean I feel it. It doesn't make that anger go away." She looked up at him. "He could've died, Clary." He inhaled and exhaled slowly. "And until I know for sure we won't be losing him soon, I can't just pretend it's okay."


Once they got to the venue in Austin, Texas, soundcheck and getting ready in their dressing room went by smoothly enough—quietly, but smoothly. It wasn't until Clary was standing at the side of the stage and Jonathan began talking to the screaming crowd that she began to feel uneasy. She could see Simon's eyebrows furrow with every word coming out of Jonathan's mouth. He hated pretending—and Jonathan pretending to be the front man that he was at the beginning of the tour was clawing at Simon.

So much so that his guitar strings broke by the middle of their first song.

Jace couldn't help but grimace at the sight before him. The light that usually was in Jonathan was dimmed and fake. Simon radiated an energy that wasn't his usual uplifting and calm nature. Isabelle was trying too hard—to smile, and in her playing, which made her beats too concise, messing up her sound completely. Alec was a mess because he couldn't keep his eyes off his bandmates.

And, just like that, an unwanted thought entered Jace's mind: the downfall of The Elite Four would happen just as quickly as their rise.

When the song ended, Simon looked up at Clary in a panic. He never played hard enough to breaks his strings, so this had never happened before, and he didn't always have extra ones. They only had spare ones for Jonathan, but they were on the bus. Simon walked right off the stage, while Clary instructed Jace to run and get new strings.

"Oh, we're having, um, technical difficulties up here," Alec announced. "He broke a few guitar strings. But…" Alec looked at Jon. "A joke? Should we tell a joke?"

"Please don't, Alec," Isabelle spoke up in the back.

"Yeah, please don't," Jon agreed.

"Okay, fine, how about—"

"Is it alright if…" Jon interrupted him and looked at Alec and Isabelle. "Is it alright if I play a song in the meantime?"

Clary and Simon's heads both snapped up to look at Jonathan on stage.

Alec hesitated, waiting to get the go from Clary. She gave him a curt nod. "Sure. Go ahead, Johnny boy." He sat, and Isabelle put her sticks down.

Jonathan looked at his sister, and then at Simon, who was still surprised and wondering what he was going to sing. He gave Simon a nod and leaned into his mic.

The crowd cheered, and he smirked slightly, waiting until it was quiet. "Um. Song's called 'Where I Want To Be.'"

"What's going on?" Jace asked, breathing hard, holding strings out to Simon.

Clary took the strings and held onto them while the three of them watched her brother from the side of stage as he tuned his guitar quickly.

"He's singing the song that he wrote after he stopped using," Simon spoke up. Clary looked at him, and he looked down at her. "He's only performed it once, and we never talked about it after. We just knew it was for everyone. For Camille, for Clary, for us."

Jonathan took a deep breath, and then began to play.

In the back of my mind,

well I fought, my god

cause all of the hell that's in my time.

But I can still see the birds

and where they went this year.

Our winter made things hazy

and I know that I was losing site of my hometown,

and in my blacking out

I think I let you down.

Hearing the rawness in his Jon's voice, Isabelle fiercely faced away from the crowd, turning her chair slightly. She pressed the front of fist against her mouth, forcing herself to keep it together.

Don't let them try to save me

cause I'm already crazy.

Simon looked down at Clary, holding her wrist when she linked her arms with his.

And there is something in your face

that pulls me far enough away.

I guess that I always knew that I'd find you

When I thought that I'd be letting out my darkest now,

and in my climbing out I think I let you live.

I wish you'd try to save me,

your silence makes me crazy.

Clary turned her head, leaning the left side of her face against Simon's left arm when his grip tightened on her.

It takes a lot to say that something is fate,

I kind of know where you're headed.

Am I too up front, or am I just on time?

Well where is your head at?

And there is something in your face

that pulls me far enough away.

I guess that I always knew that I'd find you

when I thought I reached my point,

I let them down.

I slept in the worst part of this town.

You are my song and you are where I wanna be.

Alec stared at Jonathan's shoes while he sang. Surprisingly, it didn't make him feel the way it did when he first heard Jonathan play it. It was during a show in Brooklyn, a couple days after Camille was sent off to boarding school, and a week after Jon had his worst drug episode at the time. He didn't speak to Jonathan during that week. And hearing this song made him step off stage to get himself together. He could hear it Jonathan's voice then—Jonathan's pain. Jonathan's confusion. Jonathan's remorse.

But now he could only hear Jonathan's plea.

I want to take those steps I never have.

I need to stand up straight

so I can feel your breath.

I really think for once that I can change.

It's really not that bad.

I'm learning now that I was wrong in everything

and that's the reason why I think that I can grow.

It's really not that bad.

It's in the way you had,

it's in the way you had me all wrapped up

like I'm a part of something finally,

and I'm never looking back.

With the tears that Clary let slip soaking through the sleeve of his t-shirt, Simon could hear in Jonathan's voice that this was his apology—that this was his promise. Jonathan made it clear to Simon this way that he knew all along that a simple sorry would not repair what he had done to him, for what he had done to his loved ones. He knew that Jon never sang this song for a reason. It was too real for him, too vulnerable, and he knew at this moment, Jon was putting himself out there, but not for himself. Not like the first time. This was for them. Their family. He leaned his head on top of Clary's when she began to wipe her eyes, and then she turned forward.

Jace looked down at Clary—at her red-rimmed, glossy eyes. He followed her gaze to look at her brother, who looked at her before his final chorus. Jace turned his attention back to Clary, catching her smiling, shaking her head, and throwing up her middle finger to her brother. Simon followed the gesture with a grin on his face. Jace gave a laugh, as did Simon, and they could distinctly hear Jonathan chuckle before he sang.

And there is something in your face

that pulls me far enough away.

I guess that I always knew that I'd find you

when I thought I reached my point,

I let them down.

I slept in the worst part of this town.

You are my song and you are where I wanna be.


Jon sat in the back of the equipment van, packing up the mics for the band. As usual, the band and Clary sat in one of the front rows. They sang along, but were still quieter than usual, which was okay with him. At least he was with them. He was grateful that his song was able to help them play as they usually did, without the burden of what he had done hanging above them like a constant consequence. Even though things were generally okay, not unstable like the couple days before, Jon still appreciated that they were taking their time in getting back to whatever normal was going to be like. Because he, like Simon, was upset that they were forgiving him so easily. He didn't want them to. He wanted to work for it. Only they were making him feel worse for continuing to treat him like family. He loved them, and he loved that they did. But he still felt like he had so much to prove—and he couldn't appreciate Simon enough for being a reminder of that.

So, after the show, everyone gathered by the tour buses to talk to the fans, but Jonathan chose not to. He felt like he had let them down, in some way. They may not have known, or been there, but he did in some way.

He stood up, carrying a black box with their mics and putting it on top of a pile. He pulled his phone out of his pocket when it rang, and his heart stopped. He felt like his fingers had gone numb, and his phone almost slipped from his grasp. Jon silenced the ringer, as the name Sebastian was bold on his screen.

He jumped when someone cleared their throat behind him. He spun around, thinking it was Alec or Clary, and he couldn't help but look extremely surprised to see a girl with long black hair and a purple ombre sticking out in the dark.

He could tell that she was trying not to laugh at his actions.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," she apologized, looking down for a moment.

"Oh, no, you…" She looked up at him. "You did. But it's okay." He chuckled, and so did she. "So, um."

"Oh!" She shook her head a little. "I was looking for you at the tour buses, and Alec said I would find you here, and..." She stopped herself and held her hand out. "I'm Mari."

He climbed out of the van, towering a couple inches above her. "I'm Jon." He shook her hand. "That name sounds so familiar."

"Oh. I'm Mari. From Texas."

He thought for a couple seconds, and then pointed at her. "Mari from Texas. That was our first interview. You asked if I was single."

"I did."

"Still single." He shrugged, feeling the awkwardness of his statement. "Not that you asked that question right now."

"Right." She pursed her lips the same way she did when she was resisting to laugh at his jump earlier.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, it was great." She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I've actually been following The Elite Four for a while."

"Yeah?" He grinned. "How long?"

"Um, five years?"

His eyes got wide. "That is long."

She gave a laugh. "Yeah. I mean, I was wondering if I should wait out at the tour buses like a crazed fan, but I knew I had to when you performed 'Where I Want To Be.'" Not realizing it, Jon's grin fell, and hers did too. She cleared her throat. "It's one of my favorite performances I've watched online, and I just felt lucky to hear you play it live."

He turned around and began fixing things that didn't need to be fixed. "Yeah. It's, um, actually only the second time I've played it."

"Well, I love it." She tried to look at his face for any indication that he was upset. "And I get it. And I just wanted to tell you in person that I understand it." He turned around, and she gulped. He was definitely a little upset, just as he sounded. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. It's just with the rumors floating around about—"

"Rumors?" He stood up straight now. "What rumors?"

"Oh." She looked at the ground. "There were these rumors about you in Phoenix…"

Jon blinked and looked over her head. "Yeah, those are just rumors."

She gave a nod. "Sure." He looked down at her. "Like I said, I didn't mean to be rude. I just love that you performed it."

He took a deep breath, shaking his head. "Sorry. I'm the rude one right now. I, uh, it's been a rough day, and—"

"It's okay," she interrupted him. "I get that too." They stood there in silence until Jon slid his hands down his face, trying to get himself together. "Actually, this right here may be rude, but hey, when are we ever going to see each other again, right? I'm sorry to be so forward, and I know you hear this from all your fans. But I really do feel like I know you—which I don't; I barely met you right now. But I feel like I do, because you've pulled ME out of some crazy, crazy problems. So I feel like it's my turn to give some strength back to you. See, I know what it's like when you write. It's like you give some of yourself away—some of that grief, pain, hope, and strength. But when you pour it into the song, that piece of you feels empty. The more you write, the emptier you can feel. Your fans, like me, have felt all of that, and have been helped monumentally by it. I also know that, when there's nothing left, you need something to fill that void. I know it all too well—all the noise in your head, the desire for something. You finally find it, and it makes you feel so big, like you could explode and any moment, like you're soaring above the heavens. But then you crash back down, and you feel ten times worst than before. I know that all too well. So I just want to give you some strength back. That's why I need you to know what that song meant to me, and that I get it."

Jon stared at her, while she started to get uncomfortable under his gaze. He was trying to figure her out, trying to understand why she would find him to say this, to someone who was a stranger to her. And then it clicked.

"Those rumors weren't rumors," he whispered. "But you knew that when you came here to talk to me."

"I did."

"Are you—I mean, are you currently using?"

"No. But I was." Jon gave a nod. "You and The Elite Four helped me out of that." He looked at her in surprise. "I know you don't know me, and it's awful of me to approach you like this, but…" She shrugged. "I felt like you should know that fans like me are here, understanding." When he continued to stare at her, Mari looked around and then took a step back. "Right. Well, good luck on the New York shows. I know you guys will be amazing." She kept walking backwards. "And maybe I'll see you guys back here in Texas." He didn't answer, and she mumbled, "If you don't end up filing a restraining order against me."

Jon's eyebrows furrowed when she turned around and began to walk away, on the brink of breaking into a run. No one had ever been so blatantly honest with him. And it shocked him, and made him a little uncomfortable. But he loved it.

"Mari!"

Startled that he called after her, she turned around, and he ran towards her, smirking.


Simon raised an eyebrow when a beat sounded off in the song he was listening to. He jumped a little when he realized that it was someone knocking on the side of his bunk. He pulled the curtain open while taking off his headphones.

He blinked when he saw Jon was bending over, and looked back at him.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Um. Hi." He knew that he and Jon were okay, but they definitely weren't on speaking terms yet.

"I have something for you." Simon looked for his hands, and Jon displayed them. Simon's eyes got wide. "These are for you."

Simon looked at the drugs in Jonathan's hands, and then back to his face. "If you think I was mad at you about the drugs because I wanted them, you were sorely mistaken."

Jon smiled. "Not only do I miss you talking to me in general, but I miss comments like that."

"Why are you giving these to me?"

Jon shrugged and plopped all the clear bags on Simon's stomach. "Do whatever you want with them. Dispose of them. Sell them, which I don't advise. Take them, but please, please don't. Just...they aren't mine anymore, and I don't want them."

Simon stared at Jon, and then looked back at the drugs. With that, Jon walked away, letting go of his curtain, letting it fall back down. Simon moved it and told him, "You're giving me these so you can pin me in a drug bust, aren't you?"

Jon laughed. A real, genuine laugh. And it made Simon smile, because he realized then that he hadn't heard that laugh for weeks. And that, maybe, Jon really was back.

"Yeah," he responded. "That's exactly it."


A/N: The craziness has definitely calmed down in this chapter and I hope you guys like everything that happened in it!

I loved the opinions you guys gave me in your reviews. It was so great to see you guys kind of taking sides between the completely opposing views of Isabelle & Simon, and I really just liked reading your reasons why.

Please let me know what you guys thought of the chapter! The Clary/Simon friendship. The Simon/Jon interaction at the end. That Mari & Jon (Jari, I love it) meeting though. All of it, I'd love to know your thoughts. Reviews & feedback, please :)


Thank you to whoever reviewed, favorited, and alerted the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who reads the story in general, sincerely.

Shout out to rippingbutterflywings for being an amazing beta! She just graduated yesterday, and just go congratulate her because she's worked so hard for it, and well, just because she's awesome. Shout out to DeathCabForMari! Finaaally, DLF Mari is here. Thank you for being a wonderful MIL to DLF, my dear. And everyone, just thank her for writing that amazing dialogue of when Mari is explaining to Jon the effect of the music and writing, and how she knows.

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