A/N: Heads up, guys, my chapters are probably going to be a lot longer from here on out. Finally getting more into the plot...

Loki was having trouble finding a place to stay. He found himself quite bored upon finishing his snack, and decided he ought to find a willing mortal to take him in. He couldn't very easily go to a hotel, or a motel, or any nice suite; he would be recognized immediately as the villain who had tried to take over the Earth about a month before. He couldn't knock on an unsuspecting mortal, that would for sure be unsuccessful. The only answer he has was to use magic.

After formulating what he believed to be a quite clever plan, Loki hopped off the roof and looked for the dirtiest alley he could to start making his mischief.

Clary was woken by a knock on hher door. She opened up her eyes and grumbled, "Come in."

Luke poked his head into the door. "Sorry to wake you," he said. "Jocelyn and I are back, and you should be awake at 4 o'clock in the afternoon." He grinned. "Simon called us. He said he tried calling you, but you didn't answer. He wants you to meet him at the park. Says it's important."

Clary groaned, but slipped out of bed anyway. "Alright, I'll let him know that I'm on my way." Luke closed the door, and left. Clary sighed, and scooped up her phone. Luke was right; she had a voice mail from Simon.

"Clary? I need to talk to you. At the park. Going home for me is probably a bad idea. Come soon, so I can tell you."

Clary knew that Simon couldn't be joking around. This was important. She ran her fingers through her messy hair in a half-hearted attempt at straightening it out a bit, before hurrying out the door, hardly throwing a good-bye behind her.

Clary was at the park in no time. She hardly remembered the way she took to get there, she was so worried about Simon. She spotted him sitting alone at a park bench, and plopped down next to him. "Are you okay?" she said breathlessly.

"Are you okay?" he said, mocking her.

"Don't," she said. "Don't make me think that you're dying and then start teasing me."

"Not dying," he said dramatically. "Vampire. But I did find out something that you should probably know..."

"Then tell me!" she said, exasperated.

"Okay, fine," he said. "You're too serious sometimes, ya know. My mom walked in on me today..." His voice trailed off and he sighed.

"What did she walk in on?" Clary asked. Her voice was quiet with worried confusion.

Simon sighed again. "I'm not really sure how to tell you this...I started, I met as well finish the story...Mom walked in on me and Eric." At Clary's non-receptive face, he added, "Kissing."

Clary let out a breath of what could only be relief. "God, you scared me. I thought something terrible had happened, thought your mom walked in on a murder or something."

Simon sat awkwardly for a moment. "So...you aren't mad at me?"

"No..." Clary responded. "Why would I be?"

"Because Mom through a huge fit," he said meekly. "Especially after me and you, and meeting Maia, and Izzy. I can't go home because, well, I'm not quite welcome right now."

Clary frowned, but wrapped her arms around her friend. "You know you're always welcome at our place."

"I know," he whispered back. "I know."

By the time Clary was done comforting her friend, it was sunset, and she desperately hungry. The two started on their way back to Clary's.

"Hey, with your vampire mojo going on, I bet you could get any guy you wanted," Clary teased.

Simon chuckled. "Anybody? That might be bit imposs-Hey what was that?"

Clary rolled her eyes. "What was what?" she asked.

"It sounded like a cat," Simon said, turning his head to the side. "Over here." Clary watched as Simon backtracked about three blocks, and turned into an alley. A few moments later, he came back into view with a shaggy looking black cat held softly in his arms.

Clary shook her head, a smile spread across her face. "Vampire, collecting small animal victims."

Simon frowned. "No, I don't eat cats." He looked down at the annoyed critter in his arms. "No, I won't drink your kitty blood," he cooed. "No, no, no, Simon won't won't do that. Simon would-"

"Alright, Simon, that's enough," Clary said. "Let's just get home, and get you victim some food, and get us both some sleep."

"Victim? No," Simon protested. "Actually, that name might actually suit you. The Victim of Simon, Gay Daylighter of New York." The black lu,p of fur in his arms stared at Clary, emerald eyes unwavering from her figure as they walked the short distance back to Clary's place.