Sorry for the delay, I've been a bit busy this week with homework and things. Homework stinks.

Also, there's a reference to GONE (more specifically, the second book HUNGER), a virtual cookie for anyone who can spot it!

Disclaimer- Whoever heard of a fan writing fan fiction? Everybody knows that only the writer writes fan fiction about books they wrote.

Clary jumped forwards and thrust her sword into the dummy's head, taking off it's head with one blow. Laughing, Clary turned to Jace who instead of looking pleased, looked shocked. Whipping round, Clary saw the dummy regenerate. Gnarly, wrinkled fingers complete with talons burst out from the cotton hands, and reached towards the head. This was unnatural. How could a dummy come to life? Even more shockingly, the dummy put it's head back on. Fangs sprouted from its blood red lips and bloodshot eyes emerged from the head.

Panicking, she looked to Jace for help but Jace was gone and in his place was another dummy. Squinting as she languidly turned around, she knew what was coming. More dummies.

And they moved as one as they all dived forwards towards her, with their talons and razor sharp fangs.

But instead of attacking her they simply said "Clary, wake up."

"Clary, wake up." Jace said softly, stroking her ginger locks. Groaning, Clary opened her eyes to see her true love watching over her. "It's okay, you were just having a nightmare." Jace reassured her.

Something was up. Jace had a softer, sweeter tone than usual. Maybe he was just trying to make up for yesterday. Good.

"Hi, Jace," Clary yawned, still half asleep.

"Hi, Clary," Jace smiled. "You look so beautiful when you sleep, aside from the part where you were having the nightmare."

"You were watching me sleep?"

"I wanted to make sure you slept okay. You seemed to be having a nightmare, what was it about?"

"Oh, it was nothing." Clary shook her head, with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"No, it wasn't nothing. Now tell me," Jace pleaded without his usual demanding tone, which had been replaced with a kinder, more trusting one. Why was Jace acting so different?

"I dreamt I was being attacked by mutating dummies, and then I looked to you and you weren't there and…" Much to her surprise Jace pulled her in for a hug. Instead of laughing at Clary's dream, he wrapped his muscular arms around her.

"Oh Clary, that sounds so horrible! Poor you for having to sleep through that!" Jace exclaimed, horrified.

This was all too much. First Jace watched her sleep all night, then made her explain her nightmare, hugged her instead of laughing and now sympathy? Was this all a joke? It was too much for Clary.

"Are you joking around with me, Jace?" Clary demanded. Jace looked genuinely hurt, like she had just told him that his whole family had been killed and he only had 23 seconds to live, not asked him if he was fooling around.

"What makes you say that?" Jace sobbed.

"You're never usually like this! You're cocky, arrogant, egotistical…"

"Me? Arrogant?" Jace giggled like a little school girl. "Cocky?"

"Um, yeah.."

"When have I been arrogant? I can assure you Clary, I'm far from arrogant."

"Oh really? Just last week you put blonde hair dye in Alec's shampoo so he could look more 'handsome like you'. Only, you changed your mind because the blonde look 'only works on you' after Alec's hair went blonde."

"Why on earth would I do something like that to Alec? For one thing, he's never in."

Now this was a shock to Clary. Alec was the type of person who preferred to stay indoors rather than go out.

"Alec's never in?"

"Oh yes, he's always out at that pandemonium club, failing that at Maggie's."

Maggie? Did he mean Magnus? "Luckily, you and Izzy are always in to keep me company."

Izzy staying in? This was just getting more ridiculous by the minute.

In a bid to change the subject, Clary told Jace she was going to go downstairs for some breakfast. Jace had told her that Isabelle was making breakfast.

Clary smelled the food before she saw it. Not the smell of burning, but the aroma of well cooked food. Had they ordered Taki's before she woke? One thing for sure was it smelled amazing. Which was rare in the Institute seeing as the only food was one of Isabelle's disastrous attempt at cooking. Yesterday Clary had spent most of the day being sick in the toilet after eating one of Isabelle's chicken omelettes. The eggs she'd been using had been from last month, and the chicken had been kept in the fridge instead of the freezer. Not to mention how she hadn't even cooked the chicken first before throwing it in with the eggs.

A tall girl who looked vaguely like Isabelle was standing beside the oven. Only, she couldn't be Isabelle because she was wearing some very unflattering brown tracksuit bottoms-that seemed to be at least two sizes too big for her and were pulled up high at the waist- paired with a frilly pink blouse at least one size too small for her. On her feet were a filthy pair of trainers and her raven hair hadn't even been brushed.

"Hello, Clary." Said the girl, with a voice that sounded just like Isabelle's. Only, she couldn't be Isabelle. Could she?

"Hi." Clary mumbled.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

"No thanks." Clary said shaking her head. If this really was Isabelle then the food would be beyond edible.

"Are you sure? It's good!"

"She's right, it's good." Jace said, munching on a piece of toast dripping with butter. The girl turned around. There was no denying the fact that this girl was Isabelle.

Her makeup free face looked tired, and you could see her spots. Clary didn't even know Isabelle had spots. Though Isabelle did wear an awful lot of makeup, though not enough so she looked completely orange and fake, so it was no wonder she never knew.

Isabelle urged Clary to try some breakfast, so Clary agreed.

"Okay, I'll have the bacon, sausage, egg and hash brown." Clary said.

"Not the beans or tomatoes?" Jace asked.

"No, I think this is fine for me."

"No toast?"

"You ate all the toast."

"Did I? Oh so sorry, have mine!" Jace grinned, offering her a piece of untouched toast. What was Jace up to? Why was he being so nice all of a sudden? He must have gotten Isabelle in on the act too. Why else would she dress in non matching clothes with no makeup? Although, the cooking thing was quite difficult to explain. There was no way she could have mastered the art of cookery overnight, especially seeing as the most advanced thing she could make was cereal. She couldn't even make a sandwich right: she would put too much butter on and spread it too hard so the bread collapsed on itself.

Clary refused Jace's offer of the toast, much to his distress, and sat down and began to eat. The taste. It was nothing like Clary had ever tasted before. How did Isabelle learn to cook this good? Clary tried her hardest to savour the taste, but ended up wolfing it down like she hadn't eaten in weeks.

Clary thanked Isabelle and complimented her food. She didn't bother commenting on how she was expecting it to be awful or ask how she learnt to cook. After all, she wasn't going to let Jace fool her was she? She'd just have to play along and act like everything was completely normal.

Walking down the corridor, she was unsure of what she was to find, or what she was doing. But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw.

Alec.

Sprawled across the floor.

With a crushed can of beer in his hand.

Alec didn't drink, let alone get drunk! Jace's prank was starting to get very convincing.

A drunk Alec, now that must be something to see! Simon will appear in the next chapter :D

Not sure on whether to add Magnus in or not. Tell me in a review!