I doth not own thy characters, they are property of Cassandra Clare.

If I did I would end Julian and Emma's suffering (seriously...save them) (but also no spoilers please i'm only on page 400 if y'all spoil i will coMMIT)

As always, a thank you to Mrs. Jace Wayland-Herondale (:


"Come on Clary, you gotta. You ditched us, you owe us this," Izzy argued.

Clary groaned. "Really? You're gonna use guilt?"

"I'm gonna be using guilt this entire summer, whenever I can," Izzy promised.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm pretty sure I'd die," Clary argued.

"I've jumped off the roof tons of times," Izzy reassured her. "You'll be fine."

Each dock at Rolling Morris was different and had its own unique features. The Morgenstern dock had three stories in which a person could jump into the water: the "ground floor" dock, the upstairs dock, and the roof of the shed they used to store supplies that could only be jumped off of if you used a latter to climb up there.

"I'll hold your hand the whole way down if you want to," Isabelle teased.

Clary rolled her eyes. "Will you jump off with me?"

"That's no fun," Jace argued from his own dock across the water next door.

"What's no fun?" Clary asked him.

"Jumping off with Izzy. Do it yourself! Izzy will just accidentally kick you while she's trying to do some bullshit dance team flip off the roof."

"Dance is not bullshit, Jace!" Izzy snarled. "We've been over this."

Jace shrugged. "It's not a sport in the Olympics."

"I'd like you to try one of those bullshit dance team flips," Clary teased. Jace made a face at her, and she grinned.

"Come on, you'll be fine. Stop being a pussy for once in your life," Izzy pleaded.

"And it's not like you haven't jumped off the roof before," Jace added. Clary glared at him. He shouldn't have said that. He was the only one who had seen her jump off the roof her last summer she had been at Rolling Morris 5 years prior to this one. It had been during one of their "dates."

"You've done it before?!" Izzy exclaimed incredulously.

"No, I haven't." Clary glared at Jace again. "He's just confusing me with someone else."

"Yeah, maybe it was in a dream or something. I think it was actually. Yeah, and that one guy from that one show was in it too," Jace trailed off, trying to correct his mistake. "I think it was the dad from How I Met Your Mother? Never mind. You should still totally jump off the roof."

Izzy squinted her eyes at Jace. Finally she said, "The ending of that show sucked."

"FINE. I'll do it," Clary grumbled.

"Do what?" Jonathan asked, walking towards the pair.

"She's jumping off the roof," Jace called, now wandering to the bar on his dock and turning on the neon Budweiser sign.

Jonathan snorted. "I highly doubt that."

Clary glared at her brother as she fastened her life jacket.

"No. If you're jumping off, you are doing it without a jacket," Izzy demanded.

"Do you want me to die?" Clary asked, vaguely horrified.

"Clary doesn't even drink alcohol," Jonathan retorted. "There's no way she'll jump off the roof. She's not edgy enough."

"What are you gonna do during the party?" Izzy asked, sounding horrified. "That's all we do!"

"I do too drink," Clary snarled at her brother.

"Since when?" Jonathan laughed.

"Who did you think has been drinking Mom's wine?"

"That was you?!" Jonathan exclaimed. "I have been getting shit about that for years!"

Clary grinned and then shrugged.

"If I jump, you have to make an account on Christian Mingle," Clary told her brother.

"Why would I agree to that?" Jonathan frowned, crossing his arms.

"What's the harm? Didn't you just say you didn't think I'd do it?"

Izzy and Clary both laughed at Jonathan's sputtering.

"Fine," he surrendered. "But if I win I get to tell Mom you drank her wine."

"Fine by me," Clary said, holding her hands up as if in surrender. "But let's be honest here. Who is she going to believe: me, the valedictorian who is too smart to ever get caught sneaking out, or you, her darling college boy who nearly got expelled because he was too busy screwing various girls in a supply cabinet to go to class?"

Jonathan glared. "Touché."

Clary grinned and before she could get scared again, sprinted up the steps to the second level. Her heart racing, she leaned the latter against the shed and climbed up. Once her feet touched the roof, she tip toed near the edge and looked down. She felt her heart stop in fear. She froze.

"Don't think about it, Clary! Think about Jonathan reciting passages from Songs of Solomon in hopes of a Christian Mingle booty call!" Simon called, clearly having joined the others below and hearing of the bet.

"I thought you were Jewish," Clary heard Izzy say.

Clary found herself laughing at the strangeness of the exchange and with that, ran and jumped off the roof and plunged into the water.

As she floated back up to the surface, she was greeted with cheering.

Jace cheered the loudest.


Clary had denied many things in her life, but there was one thing that she could not:

Jonathan and Jace threw bitching parties.

She couldn't even count all the heads crowding around Jace's dock and the yard surrounding it. The bodies within the crowd were either drunk, grinding, or both.

She had spent the beginning of the party with Jon and Simon, but they soon ditched her to play beer pong. Which was why she now found herself in a small distance from the crowd, happy to people watch for the time being.

"Clary!" Clary turned to find Jace fighting through the crowd trying to reach her.

"Hey!" Clary greeted, somewhat awkwardly. She wanted to kick herself.

Jace grinned and sidled up next to Clary. He gestured toward the crowd.

"Like what you see?"

Clary laughed a little. "Your Instagram photos don't do your parties justice."

Jace nodded in agreement. He then glanced at Clary's empty hands.

"Have you had any drinks yet?"

Clary frowned. "No. I should."

Jace laughed a little. "What do you want? Beer?"

Clary shook her head. "I'm more of a martini girl myself.

Jace nodded in appreciation. "Straight with lemon?"

Clary grinned and nodded.

"I'll be right back," Jace promised, and walked about toward the bar.

"What a gentleman," Izzy snidely said from behind. Clary turned and saw her friend standing a few feet away.

Clary shrugged.

Izzy continued, "You know, it's strange. I don't think I've seen him get a drink for another girl. He usually goes for girls that already have a drink in hand so he doesn't have to bother."

"Really?" Clary asked, raising her eyebrows. She knew Jace was a bit of a lady's man, but she had always tried to not think about it too much. Not that it mattered, anyway. Dating in middle school doesn't mean jack shit, so she had no true reason to feel jealous...

"Yeah," Isabelle placed a hand on her hip and took a sip from her beer in hand. "You two have always had an interesting bond. What was with that thing at the dock today where he said you had jumped off before? I saw the silent communication you two had with each other through your facial expressions. You looked mad at him."

Clary tried not to flush. She and Jace had never told anyone about their relationship when they were 13; in a sense, that was what had made it so exciting.

"Was I glaring at him? I didn't even realize. I guess it was my resting bitch face," Clary lied, knowing it was complete bull.

Izzy didn't appear to take it. She pursed her lips at Clary and then glanced back at the dock, searching for Jace as if looking at him would solve the strange puzzle that was Jace and Clary's relationship to one another.

She eventually gave up. "Whatever. I'm gonna find Meliorn."

"He's here? I wanna meet this 25 year old boyfriend of yours."

Izzy smirked. "So you can steal him away? No way."

Clary rolled her eyes. "As if. I highly doubt he's my type."

"I was not aware you had one," Izzy teased. "Have you ever even had a boyfriend, Clary?"

If only you knew. "No," Clary lied.

"This summer that's gonna change," Izzy promised. "I'm going to get you laid, and you can't stop me."

"I'm not going to fight you on this," Clary laughed. "But back to Meliorn; can I meet him?"

Izzy's eyes scanned the crowd. "I don't know if he's even here yet. How about I find him and then find you again and introduce you two?"

"Sounds like a deal," Clary grinned.

Izzy grinned at her friend one more time and wandered into the crowd of people.

As Izzy entered the mob, Jace passed her carrying a martini for Clary and a martini for himself.

"For you," he said, handing it to her.

She grinned in gratitude. "Thanks."

Their fingers touched as he gave her the martini and Clary's nerves ignited with an electricity that she had not felt in a long time.

What are we? What will we be? Do you know what happened that summer?

Clary hated these questions; they had haunted her for years as she awaited her inevitable reunion with him.

"I want to get drunk," Clary announced.

"You've come to the right place," Jace grinned.

"I bet you can't down more tequila shots than me."

Jace snorted. "I bet you are in for a surprise."

"You're on, Herondale," Clary reached out her hand. Jace shook it, and Clary was ignited yet again.


Izzy had still not seen Meliorn. She grabbed another beer from the bar tender and wandered away from the crowd and eventually wound up sitting at her own dock two doors down. She was about to select Meliorn in her contacts (named Bæliorn with a heart eyes emoji) when she heard a couple walk into the Lightwood dock supply shed and close the door.

"Oh hell no I am not cleaning that up again," Izzy muttered and ran to the door and opened it widely.

"Fuck!" A voice loudly cursed and Isabelle eyes widened.

"Alec?"

"There's no need to draw suspense like that, Iz. I know that you know that it's me," snapped Isabelle's older brother.

It was dark in the shed and Izzy could only see the outline of the second figure, but it undeniably male, which was not a shock since Alec was the opposite of Aline and favored penises over vaginas.

"Who's your friend?" Isabelle said in a sing-song voice.

The male stepped out from the shadows, and Maryse's newest stylist came into view.

"The name's Magnus, but you already knew that," Magnus smirked.

Isabelle cackled. "I knew it! I knew you two were screwing! There was no way in hell that Alec being covered in glitter the past few days was a coincidence!"

"Your sister is very observant, Alexander," Magnus commented.

"Oh, my God, he calls you Alexander?" Izzy asked her brother. "You are so fucking whipped." She paused. "Why were you guys in here? Besides the obvious reason." She rolled her eyes as Magnus began to open his mouth. "We have plenty of comfortable mattresses at home. Trust me, I know."

"Can you leave?" Alec asked irritably.

Izzy shrugged. "I could..."

"Please leave," Alec reiterated.

Izzy frowned. "Fine. Have fun." She grinned cheekily at her brother, who rolled his eyes and flushed bright red. She turned to her brother's partner. "Don't give him an STD."

"Yes ma'am," Magnus grinned.

With that, Isabelle shut the shed door again.

She turned and saw Clary's friend Simon drunkenly walking across the Morgenstern dock toward the Lightwood dock.

"Heyyyy Issserbelle!" He yelled and then laughed.

"Oh God," Izzy said to herself.

"You look awfully lonely, mind if I join?" Simon rambled.

"Oh I don't know—" Izzy started, but it was too late. Simon had already climbed upon the thin board that connected the two docks. A thin, wet board with tree branches blocking part of the way.

"Don't bother Simon, I'll come to you," Izzy tried to argue, seeing she was sober and he was not.

"No s'okay I can do it," Simon laughed again. Izzy cringed, fearing the worst.

Suddenly, without warning, Simon slipped and fell into the lake.

"Shit!" Isabelle cursed. She climbed onto the board and inched toward where Simon had fallen. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Simon, who had landed among the rocks in the shallow end of the very edge of the lake, groaned in response.

"Fuck," Isabelle cursed again and ran back toward the shed and pounded on the door.

"What did I say Izzy?" An irritated voice yelled.

"Alec get your ass out here Clary's friend fell into the lake and I think he's injured!"

Izzy heard several thumping noises and some muttering and the door opened, with Alec hopping out without a shirt and zipping up his pants.

"Where is he?" he asked. Izzy pointed. Alec cursed. "Magnus, can you give us a hand?"

Magnus wandered out of the shed. "What do you need?"

"The two of us are gonna jump in and hoist him up, and Izzy will help pull him out from the dock."

Without another word, Magnus jumped into the deeper end of the lake with Alec close behind. They circled around and swam toward the shallow end until their feet touched the bottom of the water, and then walked toward Simon and the rocks.

"On three, sis...1...2...3!"

With a grunt, the trio pulled Simon out of the water.

Simon coughed and then leaned heavily against Izzy.

"Can you stand?" Izzy asked, not wanting to carry Clary's plus one's weight.

Simon shook his head no.

"Let me see," Alec demanded. Simon held out his foot, showing off his second biggest toe.. And it looked awful.

It was purple, and bent in multiple directions, one part pointing to the side and the tip pointing upwards.

"We should get him to the hospital. There's not much they can do about toes, but that looks awful," Alec stated.

"Why can't you fix it?" Izzy asked in exasperation.

"I'm a two year med student Isabelle, not Dr. Oz. I'm not certified to fix this. Who is this guy, anyway?"

"It's Clary's best friend. He came with her."

"I didn't know Clary was here," Alec said, surprised.

"Yeah. I think she's with Jace. I'll take Simon to the hospital... I don't really wanna bother Clary and Jace, they need to catch up."

Alec nodded in understanding. "He sure was crushed when she left, especially considering what happened right after..."

Simon, who had been surprisingly quiet this whole time, groaned in pain.

"I'll go with you," Magnus volunteered. "I'll drive, I haven't had anything to drink tonight, pretty good for me if I do say so myself." He appeared to say that last part to Alec. "I'll drive and you can sit with Sam in the back seat."

"My name is Simon," Simon croaked.

"Come again? I can't hear what you're saying when your words slur together like that."

Simon glared at Magnus but didn't say another word.

"Okay, that sounds like a good plan. Magnus, you grab his left arm and I'll continue holding on to his right." She turned to Simon. "You're gonna have to hop to my car. Sorry."

"I'll find Clary and tell her what happened," Alec told his sister. He turned away and crossed the same thin board that Simon fell off with ease and began to fight through the crowd in search of the red-haired girl.


Clary had to give up after 8 shots. Jace didn't stop until he'd had 12. After their contest, they had a few more drinks; somewhere in the back of Clary's mind there was a voice warning her that she'll have a killer hangover if she kept drinking, but she kept going. They danced, they sang drunken duets with strangers, they did it all. But they stayed close together, and never left the other's sight.

"Jace!" Jon drunkenly swaggered over to the two. "The Faeries are here!"

Jace loudly laughed. "Now it'll really be a party."

"The Faeries?" Clary wondered.

"A gang from down the lake," Jon slurred in answer.

"A gang?" Clary asked. She knew she should be alarmed by the word, but in her drunken stupor, she couldn't think why...

"Don't worry your pretty little head little sis," Jon reassured Clary. "They aren't a violent gang. They just are a bunch of rich folks from down the lake that give us stuff to make the party more fun."

"I'll show you," Jace laughed, grabbing Clary's hand and dragging her away.


This was totally not how Izzy planned on spending this evening. She should've been making out with her boyfriend, drunk off her ass and loving every minute of it.

Instead she was stuck in the ER with Clary's lightweight best friend. She couldn't even remember why she volunteered to take him in the first place. She hardly knew the guy.

For some unknown reason, she felt a responsibility towards him.

Just then, the doctor, who according to her name tag was Dr. Loss, exited Simon's room.

"How is his toe?" She asked.

"Wasn't even broken," the doctor shrugged. "Just dislocated. We reset it, taped it up, and gave him crutches that he probably won't even need after two weeks."

"It wasn't even broken? It certainly looked broken."

Dr. Loss shrugged again. "Freak injuries like these happen more commonly than you may think. Just make sure he doesn't put too much pressure on his toe for a couple days at least."

"Okay... Thanks."

Dr. Loss frowned. "Just how much has he had to drink tonight?"

Isabelle winced. "Did he say anything?"

The dark skinned doctor laughed. "Nothing that bad, honestly. I had just told him that if he needs a follow up appointment, to make it with a doctor here, whose name happens to be Doctor Dolittle. He asked me if he should bring his zebra with him."

Izzy groaned. "Sorry."

"Don't be. Harmless drunk idiots like him make the night shift fun." Doctor Loss grinned and then turned away, purposefully striding across the hallway.

Isabelle walked into Simon's room to find him hopping across the room in his crutches.

"You doing okay?" she asked.

He grunted.

Izzy grinned without meaning to. "Good."


"Clary! Jace!" The pair turned to find Alec running toward them.

"What's up, Alec?" Jace asked, with slur in his speech.

"Simon got hurt. Izzy took him to the hospital."

"What?!" Clary exclaimed.

"He's okay, he just banged up his toe pretty bad. But he'll be fine, he's with Iz."

Clary slowly nodded. "Thanks, Alec."

Alec nodded and then turned to rejoin the party.

Clary sniffled. "This is all my fault!"

"He'll be okay, he only hurt his toe," Jace reasoned.

Before Clary could say anymore, a loud voice called out.

"JAAAACEEEE!"

Jace loudly laughed and waved to the person in question. "What's up, Kaelie?"

The girl in question was a beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes that probably would've been favored by Hitler.

Kaelie laughed. "I brought some of the good shit today."

Jace cheered. "You're the best. I had hoped Clary would get the Fae experience at some point this summer."

"The Fae experience?" she wondered.

"It's what happens when you get off of the Faerie drugs," Jace responded.

"Your gang makes drugs?" Clary asked.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Kaelie challenged.

"No, no of course not," Clary answered. "I'm an artist. It's not like any of my friends haven't offered me some weed before."

Kaelie squinted her eyes but then nodded. She pressed the drugs into Jace's hand.

"Enjoy," she snapped. Jace grabbed Kaelie's face and gave her a somewhat sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for hooking us up, Kaelie."

Kaelie nodded again and then turned to wobble toward a red headed girl Clary didn't recognize.

"Here, let's go back to the house and sit on your porch."

Jace and Clary stumbled toward the backyard porch that Clary's father had paid good money to have built, painted, and maintained. The pair sat down on a bench swing her father had put in for the kids. It had been one of the only signs of compassion he had ever shown the Morgenstern children.

Jace plopped down and Clary sat down next to him, placing her bare legs that her jean shorts helped show off across his lap.

Jace grinned at her. "I'm gonna place it on your tongue."

She grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Had she been sober, she probably would've still tried it out of curiosity but also probably would've known not to try it when she already had quite a large amount alcohol in her system.

But she wasn't sober.

The small capsule dissolved on her tongue, and she felt her body begin to float.

And suddenly, she was 13 years old again. Dancing with Jace in the clouds, spinning forever and ever, not thinking of what would happen when she fell to the ground.


There you have it, you finally get the 2nd chapter. Sorry about the wait!

Also, that whole story with Simon.. 100% happened to my uncle. Including the Dr. Dolittle part. The only difference is the fact that my uncle is like 50 and Simon is 18 in this story, ha.

Like I said before, I have absolutely no clue when the next chapter is gonna be sent out because I am going to China in NINE DAYS (!) and I also have the musical and other drama.

None the less, I hope you all enjoyed! Reviews are as great as Cadbury cream eggs (YUM) !

Till next time,

-hufflepuffamity