This is a super short (and I mean really short) filler chapter, even though it may not seem like it. Sorry about the length! But I figure the really long Alec chapter kind of makes up for it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and some of the ideas.
"Simon!" A laughing voice pulled him out of his sleep. A strand of red hair tickled his nose as he complained, trying to go back to the comforting darkness. "Simon, you've been asleep for at least thirteen hours." He blinked, opening his eyes fully. "Really?"
Clary rolled her eyes. "Yes, really."
He winced. "And did I manage to hit my head on a telegraph pole at any point during that time? It's pounding." Clary got up and walked to the door.
"You're fine." She said simply. "Come on, I made breakfast for us."
Simon rolled out of bed, grinning, and walked towards the dining room. He looked out over the view of Manhattan, which was glittering in the sunlight. "I don't know how you could possibly think that you could tempt me into eating any of your cooking."
Clary frowned as she spooned scrambled eggs onto lightly browned toast. "You've never complained about my cooking before, Lewis." He shook his head.
"I wasn't… I wasn't talking about you." He mumbled in mystification.
They were at one of their favorite comic book stores on York Avenue. Simon wandered idly around, picking up a few random manga pieces, but nothing seemed to hold his attention today. The bell tinkled lightly as a new customer walked into the store. He looked up in surprise. Hardly anyone came into this store- it was a quiet place with pretty unconventional owners. The man looked familiar somehow, a far off memory. He raised his head to look straight at Simon, and he had to bite back a breath. They were an odd golden-green colour, and more startlingly, had slit pupils- a distinctively feline trait.
Between one moment and the next, the man flickered out of existence.
Simon scrambled backwards, his shoulders slamming roughly against the wall as he let out a yelp of pain. Clary darted around the corner, her eyes scanning the shop. "What happened?" He'd never heard her sound so severe before. He shook his head in bewilderment.
"I don't know. There was someone here, and then he just dissolved into thin air. I sound crazy." He observed sourly. "Let's just forget about it."
Clary wrapped an arm around his waist gingerly. "Okay. We can get this stuff and then go home, alright?"
He pondered his sanity while Clary was buying whatever it was that she had picked up. It wasn't normal to see cat-eyed men, and then not see them at all the next second, but it wasn't nearly as unsettling as it should have been. In fact, Simon felt more normal than he had in days.
Has anyone noticed that we haven't heard from Jace yet? (Insert bad evil laugh here)
I have something planned, but I don't think you'll be expecting it...