Hey guys! So this chapter is barely longer than the others, but I'm really trying to increase my chapter lengths. Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far, and that you enjoy this chapter even more. I'm having a blast writing this story, and as always, please read and review! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Mortal Instruments characters or ideas. Those all belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.

Where was Alec? He was supposed to be done half an hour ago, which was the exact amount of time which Jace had been waiting for him. Why doesn't he stop fawning over swords and come outside to help me with a real life emergency. Oh, that's right, because he doesn't even know I have one. He probably won't consider it one anyways. Stupid mundanes always influencing him. He should start hanging around with me more and not observing the mundanes. Well I'll make sure to tell him, and he better help me figure out what to do about this mystery girl.

Jace wasn't a very patient waiter, so of course he would start talking to himself. He'd start thinking about anything and everything. No wonder he was driving himself crazy. He couldn't find the energy to shut up for one second whether he was talking out loud or silently to himself, which is probably why he didn't notice when Alec came out.

"Uhhh, what are you doing?"

Jace looked around to discover that he had been pacing back and forth. "I need your help man."

"I'm not spying on anyone again for you."

"Fine, but that's gonna be pretty hard since this involves this girl who-"

"No. I'm not peeping on girls for you."

"Oh, god no, that's not what I meant, although that does seem like something would do, but again, no. There's this girl, and she's really beautiful, but I can't even talk when I'm around her. I act all weird and star rambling and-"

"Kinda like what you're doing now? Yeah, that doesn't really sound like you at all."

Jace grabbed Alec tightly by the shoulders saying, "What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. You're usually fine around girls. Who is she anyways?"

Jace froze staring at Alec with a distant look on his face.

"Ah, I see, you don't know her name."

"Her name is only a word, not that important."

"You really have a weird way of showing your feelings, ya know?"

"Okay, yeah, yeah, I don't know her name, but first things first. We need to track her down, and yes, I believe we should do it in a complete stalkerish way."

"Seriously what's wrong with you?"

"Fine we'll try it your boring way."

"Okay, so first you..."

So while Alec and Jace came up with their plan, Clary on the other hand had more than boys on her mind.

"Ugh! This berry is NOT the right shade of red. Now it's ruined the whole painting!"

"Calm down Clary. It's fine," said Simon who was playing a minnie version of a human hand held game.

"You don't understand. It's supposed to be red like roses, not red like scarlet." Leave it to Clary to know the difference in that. "We've got to go back out and get more berries."

"No way! I almost rammed into that thorn earlier. I'm not getting taken down by a stinkin' thorn."

"You won't have to. I'll get the berries and you have to help me keep watch so that we don't get in trouble for taking an extra berry."

"Yeah, there's that to."

Clary was silent as she stared at Simon with a puppy dog face. She knew he'd eventually give in. He always did.

"Okay, fine, but remember, I'm not going anywhere near the thorns."

"Yes! Now come on." She dragged Simon out of her house. It was quite lovely with the whole thing made out of art books so that she could study them at night. That was Clary's life: art. She didn't care about much else. She wasn't even that fond of being a fairy. She'd never tell anyone, but she silently wished that she was a human. Then she could see the world, she could learn about true art and go to art school. That was her dream. But she didn't dare say it to anyone, not even Simon who she told everything. It was her little secret.

She didn't know why she thought such things. It's not like her wish would ever come true. She just wanted a chance, a chance to find her real self, and maybe she could be happy living as a fairy.

She and Simon where flying through the other trees and houses scattered throughout the Fairy Forest. Houses were scattered on the ground, in tree branches and on ledges. Fairies were quite resourceful when it came to things like building. Their powers often even allowed them to defy gravity at some points. Houses were made of teapots, shells, hollowed logs, human trinkets, jewelry boxes, and all sorts of different things.

Eventually the two reached the edge of the Fairy Forest and came to the beginning of a rickety span of mangled trees and thorny bushes. Not many fairies ever came to this part of the forest. It was too spooky and it was said that other, more terrifying magical creatures lived there. Clary was one of these who did not want to find out who or what dwelled in the deserted place, but she needed the right color berry for her painting. She would need a barely ripened raspberry whose bush was just below her and to the left. She quickly darted down with Simon right on her tail and zigzagged straight towards the bush. She carefully took a paintbrush from her pocket and dove into the thorn bush which sheltered her destination. She twisted the home-made brush in her hand and poked the end of it into the flesh of a red ripe raspberry. When pulling it out she discovered that it was the exact shade she needed. Without thinking, she twisted around to announce her luck to Simon, but her right wing tore into a thorn and down she fell. Her arms and legs were being scraped and she couldn't fly because of her torn wing. She screamed for Simon right before he caught her in mid air.

Sparkling blood was spilling from her veins where the top part of her wing had been torn. "Thank you Simon. I don't know how it happened. I just turned around and-."

As Clary wiggled in Simon's arms to get more comfortable, she realized that it wasn't Simon holding her at all. She could see Simon staring at her from right outside the thorny bush. So then, who was holding her?

"You." That was all that she could manage to say. She was too baffled. Holding her in his strong arms was the mystery boy who she had run into early that day. The handsome mystery boy. No Clary, stop thinking like that. Why on earth would this boy be interested in you? She tried to scramble out of his arms but then remembered that she was injured. Her back let out a sharp pain as she did this, causing the boy to be concerned even more with her state.

"Are you all right?"

"Of course I'm not all right. I just fell through a thorn bush trying to get a ber- oww!"

"Well if you were trying to get a bear, I think you were looking in the wrong place little girl."

"I'm not a little girl. I'm a girl who just happened to make a bad decision. And where do you think you're taking me?" The boy had begun to fly out of the bush and towards Simon.

"I'm gonna take you to the fairy hospital if you'll allow it. But first let's go talk with your friend over here." Clary was getting very annoyed with this boy's control over her, but she couldn't help but love the way in which she fit into his arms.

"Hey Jace."

"Hey Simon."

Wait did they know each other?

"Thanks for catching Clary."

"Clary? Ohhh, that must be this little girl's name, huh."

"I told you not to call me that, remember," said Clary.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You want me to take you to the hospital or not?"

"No, I don't. I want Simon to take me.'
"Uh, Clary," Simon spoke up. "You know I can't carry you right? Remember the water incident?"

"Fine, but you're coming with."

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know but can we pleassssse go now? My wing is bleeding and it hurts pretty badly."

"Yeah, come on."

So Simon led the way to the hospital with Clary and Jace following behind. It wasn't uncomfortable in his arms, and she couldn't stop thinking about how cute he was after he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry Clary. You'll be okay. I'll be here the whole time." Even though this Jace guy was still a stranger to her, his words had lifted her spirits a hundred times more than Simon's had. But why?

Bet you all probably saw that coming didn't you? Oh, I don't know, but I hope that you enjoyed it all the same. Is there anything you would like to see more of? Any small scenes that you would enjoy or think would fit well. I need a little inspiration for the next parts until I get to this great idea that I have. Any advice, ideas, or constructive criticism is welcomed. Thanks again for reading!