So sorry! I promised updates within a week but instead it was a month. So shoot me. BUT I HAVE EXCUSES! VALID ONES! My computer fully on broke, and had to get sent away to get fixed. The problem was, it worked every time at the guy's house but when we took it home it bluescreened and kept coming up with this 'reboot' message, so we were confused. Eventually, we, well he, came to the conclusion that it wasn't the actual computer but the power supply so he got a new power lead and hey presto! It works!

Now, for all you whingey lot in the corner saying "But couldn't you have used your mother's computer?" the answer is no I couldn't have, because I couldn't get on it a lot because of her work, she's starting a whole course in proofreading, so I didn't have time to sit down and write. The chapter I'd posted of my crossover had been written ages ago, I'd just never had the chance to upload it. Also, I'd already written most of this chapter before my computer broke and I couldn't replicate it.

So there is my excuse. On with the story!

Disclaimer- I own the Mortal Instruments! That is, I own a copy of the Mortal Instruments (including the AMAZING City of Fallen Angels!) but not the books themselves.

The High Warlock's house was exactly where Simon said it would be, not that Clary had doubted him (though she was a little bit paranoid that he wasn't telling the whole truth). Unlike Magnus, this warlock lived in a house rather than an apartment, and the only thing that made it stand out from the other house on that street was that the door was a dark but vivid purple with an obsidian-black knocker, contrasting with the whites and browns of the houses next to it. Apart from that, nothing else seemed peculiar. The lilac curtains dotted with black concealed the room behind, so Clary couldn't look in the window. Next to the door was a potted plant, a single daffodil, the yellow of the petals complemented by the purple of the door.

Hesitating before knocking on the door, anger bubbled inside Clary's heart. She was unsure why someone would do this to her, but whoever did it, she wasn't going to let them off easily. Of course, she didn't know for sure whether this Caelan person was the being who cast the spell, but he could reverse it, unless there was some rule about how it could only be removed by the original caster, like how Magnus was the only one who could remove the block on her mind, even though he refused with the excuse that it would be too dangerous seeing as she was already beginning to reclaim her memories back. For the sake of time, she hoped that was not the case.

The door creaked open slightly, and a young boy who couldn't have been more than fourteen appeared behind it, though Clary knew that warlocks, like vampires and faeries, were immortal and were often hundreds of years older than they looked. Most of his face was hidden by the door, but from what she could see he was pale with long dark hair streaked with purple.

"Hello?" The boy asked sullenly. He sounded grumpy, as if she had interrupted something important.

"Caelan Solstice?" Clary asked nervously, not sure what to expect for a response, to be sent away, to be allowed in, to be assumed crazy and sent to a mental hospital? Okay, the last one seemed a bit extreme, but everything in her life seemed a bit extreme.

"Yes?" Caelan snorted. "What do you want?" Clary had a feeling that he wasn't the kind for hospitality, more hostility.

"I'm Clary Fray, one of the Nephilim."

"Nephilim?" Caelan sneered. "I don't like associating with your kind."

"Sorry, I'm Clarissa Morgenstern, the girl who stopped Valentine and created the Alliance rune that prevented the loss of lives in the Battle of Brocelind Plain." Clary corrected smugly, and saw that Caelan And because you're the High Warlock of Brooklyn, I'd assume that you were willing to associate with Shadowhunters seeing as they pay you."

Caelan sniffed. "Clarissa Morgenstern, huh? Guess I'd better let you in then." Reluctantly, he opened the door and Clary could see him clearly for the first time. He was short, but not as short as her, about 5"6 in height and slender like Magnus. Hair the colour of charcoal hung over his hazel eyes that were specked with dots of black. Unlike his predecessor, he was free of glitter, or any make-up for that matter, but his dark hair was streaked with different shades of purple, from violet to lilac to orchid. He was wearing a plain black shirt and dark jeans that seemed to be too big for him as he kept readjusting the chunky brown belt looped around his hips. He was wearing black chunky boots on his feet, though like his trousers they seemed too big for him as he walked awkwardly in them.

Clary gingerly stepped into the house and the first thing she noticed was that everything was either purple or black, they must be his favourite colours. It gave the house a dark, eerie atmosphere.

"Put your coat up there," Caelan said, gesturing to the coat hanger next to her head, "then we can get down to business."

Clary hung up her velvet green coat that Luke had bought her then followed him into his living room. She sat down on the mauve sofa littered with black satin cushions and prepared to talk.

"So," Caelan said, "what brings you here?"

Clary told him her story about how she wished that people would act differently, then it came true and found that everybody had changed, but with consequences and how they didn't act how she wanted them to, and that she needed his help to reverse it. Throughout her story, the warlock continued to nod thoughtfully like he understood, which was good because she needed him to understand.

"My, my! That was a silly thing do to, wasn't it?" Caelan chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

"You can say that again," Clary grumbled.

"And what you're saying is, you want me to reverse this spell?" Caelan enquired. Clary nodded. "You do realise that only the caster can reverse a spell? Otherwise spells could be broken very easily, and there wouldn't be much point to them."

"Was it not you who cast it?" Clary's voice trembled. The last thing she needed was another warlock-hunt.

"What makes you say that? Why would I cast a spell on you?" Caelan raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know, why would you?"

"So you do think I did it?"

"Yes!" Clary snapped, "And look, I don't have all day, so if you can't tell me I'd prefer it if you just told me straight so I can find him or her and get this sorted out." Clary looked at him, and saw that he looked taken aback. She realised how rude she must have sounded to him. "Look, I'm sorry for snapping, it's just that I've had a really stressful day and nothing's gone right and…" Clary stopped, realising how pathetic she sounded.

"Now, now, it's alright. I suppose I'd better tell you the truth." Caelan sighed. For a second he seemed almost sympathetic, but then he quickly reverted to his hostile tone. "But try not to interrupt, or my patience will run out and then you'll find out nothing." Clary nodded in confirmation that she understood.

"The truth is, I did cast the spell, but for good reason. You asked why I work for Shadowhunters when I clearly dislike them, but the truth is I don't dislike Shadowhunters, it's just mortals in general, with the possible exception of werewolves. You love such short lives compared to my kind, which makes it easier for you to take everything for granted. When you've lived as long as I have -not that I am old- you'll learn that you have to appreciate what you've got, because it can be taken away from you as easily as it was given. You complain about how your friends, your family, your boyfriend don't act as you wish them to, but did you ever think of how lucky you are to have them? To not have to worry about them being taken away from you?

"Some people aren't quite so lucky. At least your friends accepted you the way you are, unlike some. Take me, for example. You think my mother took it well when she saw that her child was born like this?" Caelan rolled up his trouser leg and removed his shoes to reveal a pair of goat hooves. All warlocks had some sort of mark to reveal them as being part Demon, so Clary wasn't completely surprised. Magnus had the eyes of a cat, Caterina Loss was completely blue, and she had seen many warlocks in Idris with all sorts of features, ranging from bat wings to curved talons to tails. "Yeah, she didn't like it. Cast me out onto the streets. I grew up learning to fend for myself, until some other warlock found me, helped me understand what I was, what I could do. You could say I resented my family, and yeah, I kind of still do. But in a way, I'm thankful, made me more grateful for what I have.

"So when I see people like you, throwing things away, complaining about the weather, being spiteful to people, it makes me sick. You don't know how lucky you are. You have some great friends, Fray. Take the vampire, for example, he's utterly loyal to you despite the crap you give him in return. Think about it, he's given so much up for you: his humanity, his religion, his normality, mortality. The only reason he ever allowed himself to get so caught up in the Shadow World was so he could be near you. He does so much for you, he defends you, he fought in that battle, and he's gone through much more than you in the same amount of time, but unlike you he isn't always whining." It was hard to hear, but Clary knew it was the truth.

"In the context of why I cast the spell, it was to teach you a lesson. You love your friends, but how would you feel if they were gone? If they didn't love you anymore? Granted, that Jace guy still loves you, but you don't love him back. I heard you even broke up with him." Clary resisted the urge to protest saying that it was all Simon's fault, but she didn't. "So tell me Clary, have you learnt your lesson? Because I can't reverse it if you haven't learnt anything as the spell would be rendered pointless, and I'd have wasted my time and energy for nothing."

"I have," Clary said softly.

"I'm not sure I believe you," Caelan said.

"You don't believe me?" Clary yelled. "I broke up with Jace only so I could make you reverse the spell!"

"But Clary, it seems to me that you only want him back so you can get back to how things were, not because you're grateful."

"But I am grateful!"

"Really?"

But Clary never had a chance to respond, because at that moment the door burst open and in jumped a figure whose immediate reaction was to leap over to her, thrusting the glimmering blade to her throat.

Jace.

Yeah it was short, but I wanted to keep it short so I could end on a cliffie :3

Review! If you review I will update faster…though I can't really update much slower can I?