The Angel to Balance the Demon

by Lacie-Abyss

Sebastian is back to take Clary from her friends and family, offering to leave them alone if she come peacefully. Clary despises him, but will time and a change in his behavior cause her to soften up to him, or will she still choose her friends over the demon that is her brother? After COLS. COMPLETE AFTER A YEAR AND A MONTH.

3. Training, Chicago, and a new rune

Lacie-Abyss: Hello! Thank you everyone who has read my story so far! Even for those who didn't read it but just clicked on it XD Special thanks to my reviewers, even though there are only, like seven so far, it just shows that a little motivation keeps me going! XO Anyway, since some people like this, I shall continue!

Clary: Lacie-Abyss, I swear if you make me cook again in this one…..

Chris: I thought you said you were good at cooking ;P

Clary: Well some people *coughcough* Chris *coughcough* think that I burn the food too much.

Chris: Now Clary, cover your mouth when you're coughing you'll get the viewers sick.

Lacie-Abyss: NO! Don't do that D: Then they won't read anymore!

Clary: You two….. Anyway Lacie-Abyss owns nothing but the insanity that goes on in her head.

Lacie-Abyss: Clary…*death stare*

Chris: Better hope the training I'm going to put you in helps you in this one

Enjoy!

Clary POV

Clary had never thought that a knife that had the blade-length of her wrist to her fingertips would eventually weigh down her whole arm.

For probably the one hundredth time, she wiped sweat off of her forehead, and got back into the stance that Sebastian had said would help her get a better shot at throwing the knife at its target.

Yes, he was back to Sebastian now, but only in Clary's head. And only in here, it seems. Clary quickly learned that when Chris went back to doing what he did best, taking weapons of demon-destruction and utilizing them to do that purpose, he had this look upon his face, one that told Clary that he knew exactly what he was doing, and had probably been doing it since he could walk on his own two feet, as for which Clary had just started late last summer. That gives him his whole life's worth of training compared to Clary's measly few months.

Sebastian claimed that in a few weeks he would have her in perfect Shadowhunter form. But how he was going to compress years of training into the span of several weeks, Clary's small body that couldn't even take P.E wanted to know. But he was a good instructor, he seemed in the zone, a cool, calm and collected person who had long since learned the art to kill. That was why Clary's inner mind had gone back to referring him to Sebastian, not Chris. Chris was her brother, the new person who wanted her to be with him, and happy to be with him. Sebastian was the half demon that wanted to kill, kill, kill.

Even though, Sebastian managed to keep himself down. His hands holding a seraph blade seemed almost familiar to Clary, not because it was, but because it felt right that he held one, it fit the image of Sebastian in her mind. He was a mix of both Chris and Sebastian, which was weird, because they're the same person, yet different.

Sebastian was what she feared, an evil demon craving her, but Chris was kinder to her, in the short time that she had been there, he had done nothing to her, was big brotherly, but Chris still left an uncomfortable flutter in her nerves. Somehow, this blend of Chris and Sebastian was perfect, just the right amount of big brother, and still an awesome Shadowhunter.

This left a dizzy confusion in Clary's mind, and had no understanding of what she was trying to determine about Chris/ Sebastian. But somehow it was perfectly clear. In the training room, he was Sebastian. Outside of it, he was Chris. Simple.

But on the outside she still called him Chris.

After he had offered to train her, he led her to the wall in the kitchen, right next to the fridge, and pressed his hand to it. The image of a wall faded away until an oak door revealed itself.

"How did you do that?" Clary asked, perplexed.

"The door is enchanted, and will only open if I desire," He flashed a cocky smile at her, "but if you're good maybe someday I'll make remove the enchantment so that you can access it whenever you want."

If she was good. Meaning that if she stuck with him long enough and gave him proof that she meant business that she would keep her deal, which Clary thought she was doing well so far. She has had no chance to find any means of escape, or given any reason to. Her family was safe. She was okay. She would have to give this some time.

When Chris had opened the door, a long tunnel that looked like it was made of compressed Earth, slowly sloped downwards. The tunnel led down for about thirty meters, a lantern that glowed green witchlight posted every 3 meters lighted up their descent. At the end of the tunnel, another door, similar to the one that they had entered through, stood in front of them. Chris opened it, and they descended on winding stairs, more witchlight lighting up the walls. They seemed to go on forever, until they reached yet again another door.

"This one isn't sealed by enchantment," Chris had told her, "Go ahead, open it."

Clary clasped the cold metal knob, it had on old style to it, and needed an old skeleton key to open it instead of today's modern keys. But it wasn't locked, so she had no need of a key. On the other side of the door, Clary gasped.

"That's, but…that's impossible!" Clary's mouth hung open, staring at the wonder of the training room.

It was enormous. It stretched out to be larger than the training room back at the Institute in New York. It could easily swallow a football field, maybe two, if Clary knew the exact measurements. The ceiling was so high up, which made no sense because they hadn't gone that far down. The top of the roof was criss-crossed with beams, thirty meters or higher up. The floor was made of a soft wood, and the walls were constructed of wood. Here and there were support beams, and hanging on them from nails were all sorts of weapons a shadowhunter could ever need. There were seraph blades and steles, swords crafted from the most shining metals, and decorated handles that made it belong on a fireplace, not in the hands of someone who'd use it to gut a demon. There were whips, much like Isabelle's, and crossbows, maces, nun-chucks, and brass knuckles. There were knives decorating the beams high and low, some that would need a ladder to reach.

But that wasn't what made Clary gasp. There were windows in this training room, where you could see a nice blue sky. But that couldn't be, they had gone down so much, they should be so deep underground, one hundred meters at least, yet here they were.

"More enchantment," Chris had explained, walking from behind her and gesturing with his arms to the room before them, "I don't know why, but this house is magically connected to an abandoned castle somewhere deep in Switzerland, right now, we are in one of the turrets, even though this room is square, more magic, I'd assume."

"How come no one has found it?" Clary had asked him, "Shouldn't someone have found a castle like this, if one of its turrets are this huge, the castle must be gigantic."

"The castle is concealed, much like the Institute, and even if anyone found it, the only entrance to here is through this door," he nodded to the door they had just came through, "but right now that door connects this turret to our house, unless we remove the magic that connects the two places, the only way to get in is through the windows."

"What happens if anyone from the other side, from the inside of the castle, would try to enter the turret?" Clary asked.

"I'm not sure, I guess the magic affecting the door would either not allow the door to open, or it would open, revealing the turret, but not showing what is inside." He explained.

"So…..if someone were to walk in right now, they'd see an empty turret, no weapons, or people?" Clary tried to make sense of this.

"Precisely," He nodded in agreement. He strided over to a wall with a target painted on it in blue and red paint. He shrugged off a jacket he had been wearing, revealing his red shirt.

Clary was still wearing her green shirt/dress, and slowly, still taking in the room, walked towards him. He had given her three knives, plain steel, no fancy decorating, and told her to stand five meters away from the target. He then instructed her to try to throw all three knives as close to the center as possible.

One. The first knife hit pretty close to bulls eye, but didn't sink in deep enough, so it hit the wall and ricocheted off. A clank as the metal struck the ground sounded.

"Put more force into your throws," Chris, at this point was when he became Sebastian, adjusted her arms and showed her how to pull her arm back and the flick of her wrist that would help her get a better aim and achieve the perfect strength.

He demonstrated, placing his feet roughly two feet apart, his body slightly turned to the side, he folded his elbow in, his throwing arm, and flung the knife. It soar, a blur in the air in front of Clary. She didn't see it. One second Sebastian held the knife, the next it was sunk up to the hilt. Bulls eye.

Writer's POV: All fighting tactics and advice shown here on how to handle weapons is NOT true. I have no clue how to handle these so please to practice any of the training done by Clary and Sebastian. DO NOT TRY THIS ANYWHERE, ANYTIME, UNLESS YOU ARE A SHADOWHUNTER, IF SO PLEASE CONTACT ME VIA PM.

Clary tried to do exactly what he showed her to do. After a few tries, she managed to get all three knives in the center of the target.

One. The knife flew, making a swoosh sound as the knife edge cut through the air, and thumped as it penetrated the wood on the target, the knife halfway to the hilt.

Two. This knife flew faster, becoming more a blur, almost like Sebastian's demonstration, but not quite. It sank ¾ of the blade into the wood.

Three. This time, it flew faster, still not as fast as Sebastian's, but it was fast. Also, this time, her eyes could follow the blade's movements, seeing it go straight forward, knowing exactly where it was going to land before it was anywhere near the target. It didn't sink all the way to the hilt, but it was close.

The knives formed a triangle in the circle that was the center of the target. The target was made of a center circle, and two rings around it, the inner ring being red, and the outer ring being blue. The center circle wasn't painted, so it was just wood colored. The whole target in diameter was about four and a half feet.

When she showed Sebastian, she observed the positions of the knives. Clary had to admit, she was pretty proud of herself, and part of her more selfish side expected him to praise her, so her expectation sank when Sebastian said, "Your form is still off, you have to be able to keep it exactly the same for each throw."

Clary had crossed her arms and put her right foot out. "And how can you tell my form was off, you weren't even watching."

He pointed at the blades. "Look at the blades, if you had kept them all the same, they would all be as deep into the wood as the other, this one is halfway, this one is three fourths of the way, and that one is pretty close."

Clary huffed. "So? At least I hit the target! Isn't that what's important when hunting demons? Just hitting them?"

Sebastian had chuckled, "You've been watching Jace way too much, just hitting them, might not help all the time."

So he instructed her to do it again, having her pull down the knives, which was tough, she had to place both feet on the wall and pull, resulting in her nearly landing on her head had Sebastian not caught her just in time. With all three knives, she went back to place, getting into form. Sebastian though, stopped her from throwing the first knife, telling her her form was off. This time, he didn't just tell her how to her form, he showed her. He placed his hand on her forearm, and moved it to where it should be. He nudged her feet a few inches farther apart and pulled her chin down, making her knuckled level with her eyes. He put his hands on her shoulders and raised them a bit. Clary had felt a bit self-conscious about his hands on her skin, he was standing a bit too close, she could feel his breath on her neck. She felt his fingers on her bare shoulders linger for a bit, then he stepped back and told her to try again.

All three knives landed in a closer, smaller triangle, all of them sunk all the way into the hilt.

Even Sebastian slightly smiled, the corners of his lips turning up. "Okay now, let's try it again, but this time stand ten meters away."

So that's how Clary had spent the last two hours. She had thrown the knives again and again. Pulling them off of the target, continuously. All with Sebastian's eyes on her. About thirty minutes ago, she had managed to make all three knives hit the center again, so Sebastian had pulled her another five meters back, showing her how to throw the knives in a different form that isn't as hard on a tired body, but still got the job done. This was getting harder for her, she could hardly make the knife hit the wall, much less have the strength to make them stick. She took a deep breath, wiped sweat off of her forehead again, and got back into position once more.

Sebastian/Chris POV

She was exhausted, yet wouldn't stop, probably until she dropped from fatigue or he told her to stop. He had no intention of stopping her just yet, and she wasn't going to quit anytime soon, so this might take a while.

He had planned on training as well, maybe climb the support beams and do flips off of the beams at the top of the roof. But he was captivated watching Clary, and decided against training. He would be her instructor, he said advice on her form, and every now and then pulled the knives out for her so that she wouldn't tire out too fast.

Her cheeks were rosy red, her fire red hair plastered to her forehead. She had long ago tied her hair into a fluffy ponytail, and Sebastian could see her muscles work as she reeled her arm back and threw the knife again. Her eyes were focused, yet cloudy. Focused on the task, and cloudy on everything around her, nothing existing but the target. Taking this advantage, he took the time to observe her. Her green dress was sticking to her body with sweat, showing her small body. Her skinny jeans made the best out of her legs, showing the curve of her calves and thighs. Her arms and chest and face were sleek with sweat, and were colored with blood flow.

He was impressed by how quickly she was developing, though he knew that she would be able to be as good a Shadowhunter (okay maybe not that good)as he was. He knew that she doubted herself, so he was going to use that doubt to push herself. She'd give her goals to reach, so that she would strive to achieve them. He wouldn't be the one pushing her, it would look like it, considering the goals he'd given her. Though he could throw a knife at fifteen meters, at twenty meters he began to lose control of the blade. When you're close to a target, you can almost see the path the knife will take before you even throw it, but at larger distances it's harder to see.

No, she would push herself. He knew enough about her that he was positive she wouldn't let herself fall behind.

Sebastian really did want Clary to get stronger, though he'd had to keep an eye for exactly how strong she'd be. He wasn't sure why he wanted her to though. He had told Clary that is was so that he wouldn't have to watch her so much if they were ever fighting demons. He didn't want extra weight to handle. That was his reason, and he was prepared to stick to it if Clary ever asked again.

Although, watching her practice, deep in his mind, he struggled with the fact that maybe it was because he wanted someone as equal as him, someone to be like him. He remembered at that club, when Clary and Jace were high on that silver stuff, he tried to show her how alike they were in the reflection of the water in the fountain, but she couldn't see it. Maybe now, if she could see how strong they could both be, she would see. Sebastian didn't truly realize, and didn't want to accept it, but under his subconscious, he wanted someone to be like him. Clary would be good to spar with, someone to train on instead of having to scour for half-witted demons, and slice inanimate dummies. As soon as Clary was better, he's spar with her, one on one, not the way they did before she destroyed their other home, that was a surprise from her, and Sebastian was still reeling from how she caught her off guard. Okay, so maybe the fact that he wanted to fight her was part revenge. She didn't beat him, but she had been able to damage him and catch him while he wasn't looking, and that had put a tick in him.

Still, though, this was to both of their advantages, Clary would be more advanced in fighting, and Sebastian would have a new partner.

That is if she didn't betray him first.

Sebastian's mind went back into itself, half still observing Clary, half determining his information on her. He had done this about a million times already, mostly during breakfast, and now while she was training, but he had to do it again, just in case he'd missed something.

Clary had agreed to their deal. So by that, she would do anything in order to protect those that he would threaten if she disobeyed. So it would be easy for him to keep her down in case she tried anything funny. So far, she had been acting well kept, hasn't been too poky in trying to find a way out, which in his opinion, must be some real restraint on her part. If Clary ever had the chance she would be looking all over for a way to escape, but won't due to fear for her loved ones. She was agreeing to him training her. He still couldn't determine if that was because she wanted to train, was trying to get better so that she could get the upper hand on him, or just doing so because he asked.

He'd have to watch out for that.

Thwack. Sebastian looked back up at Clary, and noticed that she had managed to make one of the knives stick into the target. It wasn't in the center, and was barely holding onto the wall, but it stuck. He watched in curiosity as she lifted the next knife, wondering if she would be able to make this one land better. Her form was still right, a bit off, but her movements were right, slightly sluggish, but precise. They way her muscles tensed before she chucked the knife made him believe for a split second that this knife would make it through the center , and all the way into the hilt, but Clary's green eyes faltered, her eyelashes fluttering, and the knife clattered to the ground.

She bent over, hands on her knees, taking in deep breaths. Her face was no longer rosy, it was tomato red. How long had he been just standing there watching her? He took a look at the sky outside.

Oh, she had been stuck at fifteen feet for the past two hours. Meaning that she had been throwing and plucking knives from that wall for over four hours. He watched, observing Clary as she regained control of her breathing, and stumbled towards the wall to pull the knife from it. The knife was in the lowest part of the target, so she didn't even have to lift herself onto her tiptoes to reach it like she would if it were in the center. Still, she had to use both hands to pry it free, her hands slipping from sweat. She walked back to her place, picking up the dropped knife. Placing two of the knives in her left hand, and the one she was prepared to throw in her right, she regained form. Her face was still flushed, her chest still rising unevenly, but she had gotten back composure.

Alright, this will be her last one for today, Sebastian thought.

.Thwack. All three knives hit the wall, but not even close to the center. At least they sticked to the wall.

Before Clary could walk back to the target, Sebastian quickly strode over to them, and with three quick flicks of his wrist he released them and held them to him.

"What?" Clary looked at him with questioning eyes, "Did I do something wrong? I haven't finished yet so what's going on?"

Well for one, it's been four hours, you're exhausted, it doesn't look like you can lift your own head, much less fling more knives, you're red and your breathing isn't right, so there.

But Sebastian didn't voice his conscience, which was starting to annoy him, instead he said, "I'm bored. We've been here for four hours and you don't seem to be improving from where you are now. I can't stand being here much longer, plus I'm hungry, so let's go out to eat." He stated all this with a bored expression, sounding pompous.

"We've been in here HOW LONG? God, it didn't feel that way," Clary's green eyes shown with astonishment, "and I you're so bored, why don't you train?" She accused him.

"For many reason, one, I don't need to train, two, as your instructor I must keep a constant eye on you at all times, and three, even if I did train, I'd need someone to fight against, and you are obviously not ready for that yet." He had turned his back to her, and was hanging the knives back where they belong.

"I'm not ready yet?! Why don't we go on and try it? Huh! I can take you!" Clary crossed her arms and gave him a glare.

Chris, YES NOW HE IS CHRIS BECAUSE TRAINING IS OVER, gave out a short laugh, "Oh please, you have no energy left. I bet if I nudged you on the head you'd tip over."

"That's not true! You don't know me, I once ran a marathon, yes I ran a marathon don't you lift an eyebrow at that! And when I was done everyone that I was dead tired, but when Simon stole my ice-cream that Luke had bought me I chased him for another hour! I have like, mountains and mountains of energy just waiting to be used!" Clary fumed.

Chris had to laugh again, "Oh well, I expect to see that energy one day when we truly need it." Clary looked like a red Chihuahua with a bad temper, upset with him for not thinking she could hold on. He knew she HATED when people thought of her as weak.

Of course, he knew that she wasn't. She was his sister, they had to have something in common?

Clary continued to argue with him, saying that he just didn't want her to get better than him at knife throwing, taunting him, but he broke her off and said, "Yeah, alright, let's go so you can take a shower and change. We're going out to eat, I don't need you burning food anymore."

Clary practically broke down, as he expected, and he rushed towards the exit of the training room as she grabbed a knife from the wall and flung it towards him, hilt first, screaming, "I DID NOT BURN IT! YOU ATE IT ANYWAY! CHRIIISSSSSS!"

She chased him up the winding steps, Chris chuckling under his breath, she shrieking at him. But somehow, he could feel she wasn't really mad at him. He felt something strange, something he hadn't felt before, ever.

Then he realized something. They were acting like siblings. Part of him rebelled against this, but another part was content with it. Clary must've realized this too, because halfway up, she had stopped shrieking, but couldn't stop laughing.

Clary POV

Damn him. She was really mad at him. Yet….not mad? She couldn't explain the feeling. She'd never felt it. Except with Simon, but he was different.

As Clary stepped out of the shower, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Same red hair, now sopping wet, so her hair looked darker, almost like blood. She had used cold water to cool herself down, so her body was pale, bringing out the green of her eyes. She raised her right arm, and could've sworn it was more bony and skinny this morning. Now she could see the beginning of muscle form on it. At least Clary wished it was true. Probably just her head.

She chose something different to wear. She always wore greens and yellows, to make herself stand out, but for some reason she just wanted to blend in. She had yet to ask Chris where they were, so she had no clue what to put on. Was it hot, cold, raining, humid, foggy, dry?

Clary had decided to wear pants. She didn't want shorts, or a skirt or dress, even if it was hot, it wouldn't bother her. They were dark blue bell jeans, that were slim at the thighs and upper calves, then shot out into a bell shape. For a shirt, she wore a dark blue v-neck with sleeves that were made from lace. The lace had rose patterns, and there was more on the hem. She was wearing a black spaghetti strap shirt underneath it because the v-neck went far too down, and Clary felt like she didn't have the proper cleavage to show that off. The shirt was sort of loose on her ribcage, but not baggy, so it didn't make her look like a twig.

She decided against any makeup, and just left her hair curl down her shoulder, loose and tangled but she didn't care.

Clary was about to step out of her room, but stood still at the threshold, looking back into it. It was really bare, and for the first time throughout her almost two days here, she considered decorating it.

Maybe a poster here, Clary thought to herself. And I could place a couple of easels right there, I could nail up some boards to the wall to hold up paint, brushes, pencils, her color pencils, water colors, and the ledge near the window could have all of her sketch books, something to stare out at when she was bored… Oh! What if I paint a mural on this wall, I would need blue artist tape, some overalls, what if it was a collage of all the animes I've watched…..

Stop. That was enough, she had no intention of becoming attached to this place. If she did, it would be harder to leave. If she left. Could she leave? No it was better to not create any sort of attachment here, to not feel like this place was hers, she would have to take every advantage there was if she wanted to escape, whenever that would happen.

But still, the thought of decoration the room, brought comfort to her. Jocelyn had never let her paint her home walls, despite Clary's pleading. Her mother had said it was best not to, because then she would not like the mural, then want to paint it again, and again, etc. But here, Chris wouldn't mind. Heck, she bet that if she made an ocean scene in the kitchen he wouldn't mind. He'd buy all the materials for her.

Maybe it won't be so bad if she just let him get her everything, I can act like I'm grateful, like I am enjoying myself here, so that he won't suspect. It's a two way win. I can get my art supplies, and convince Chris that I mean business.

The problem was, was she enjoying herself? Training was no fun, but she didn't regret the time physically preparing herself. Was she getting accustomed to being here? But that was impossible, it had only been two days.

Clary physically shook her head. These type of thoughts would only confuse her, and it was best not to think them. She'd ride along Chris's ideas, but she would look at every opportunity of escape. That was her plan, and it was a lot better to think about it than to gather her thoughts about whether or not she wanted to leave. Without peering back into the room, she walked down the hall, down the stairs, and met Chris who was waiting for her on the couch.

"Took you long enough," He stood up, and shrugged on a black leather jacket, not even bothering to zip it up. He threw her a smaller jacket, one that cinched at the hips. It was beige, and had a lot of zipper pockets. It was just her size, and had fake fur lining the inside. So wherever they were, it was cold.

"Where exactly are we?" She asked him as she pulled the jacket through one arm.

"Chicago," he simply stated. "The Windy City, Lake Michigan, Sears Tower, or Willis, or whatever its name is now."

"I know what Chicago is," Clary said rolling her eyes as the other arm went into the jacket. It was warm and fuzzy. "It has Navy Pier, I've seen it in post cards."

"Yeah but those are just tourist attractions, most people there don't even know what Navy Pier looks like." Chris shrugged as he grabbed a stele from the coffee table, must have gotten it from the training room while she was changing, and put it in his weapons belt, which was concealed beneath the jacket.

"How is that possible? They live there, how do they not know? Do they live there their whole lives and not visit or something?" Clary was perplexed.

"I guess so." Chris seemed bored with the conversation and he motioned her towards him.

Clary at the time was having trouble with the zipper of the jacket, so Chris took it from her hands, and with smooth motions, zipped the jacket up to her collar bone. "It's chilly," he said.

Clary only nodded as he gave her a stele. Clary reached up to take it, but he hadn't let go of it. She tugged, but Chris wouldn't release it, instead he leaned down, so that their eyes were level, and said, "Remember , you are with me, if I give you this it's so that you can use it in case we see a demon, but if you even try to make a Portal, or do anything to help you escape, I swear Clary, it won't be you who'll be the first one I look for, it'll be your friends."

His eyes had grown blacker, and for that moment Clary could see Chris go away, and Sebastian took his place completely. For that brief moment, Clary was in shock, looking at the monster that had caused her so much trouble. And then it was gone, just like that. He let go of the stele, which Clary hid in her boots. Then he took a seraph blade, and taking her right arm, carefully put it in her jacket sleeve, hilt first. That made it so that if Clary flexed her arm a certain position, the blade would slide right into her palm, without hurting her. Chris didn't say a word about it.

He then walked towards the wall behind the couch, to the place where a door should be, but wasn't. He placed his hand to it, just like the door in the kitchen to the training room, and a modern door appeared.

"Let me guess," Clary said, "More enchantment?"

Chris smirked, not answering. He then reached for the handle, opened it, and pulled it aside so that Clary could take a look at what was beyond. She couldn't help it. She gasped.

They were on the Lake. Literally on the Lake. Just beyond the threshold, was Lake Michigan water, sparkling under the dropping sun. It was about four'o clock, and it was fall, so they sun was setting pretty early. The sight was amazing, the water sent little ripples across the surface, it should have entered through the door but something was keeping it back. Probably more magic. Clary could see the Chicago skyline, and Navy Pier with an enormous Ferris wheel in the background. The while scene was so beautiful she felt the push to sit right there and draw it out. She didn't know why Chris was so worried about her leaving, how could she? They were in the middle of the Lake, and Clary didn't feel like swimming to shore.

"How…..how are we getting out of here," Clary said, trying not to sound too mystified but failing. She couldn't take her eyes off of what was in front of her.

"Look to your left." Chris said, and Clary could almost hear the smile/smirk on his face.

She did, and saw a motorboat tied to what would have been a pipe for a hose. Clary didn't even ask why no one had noticed a house floating in the middle of huge lake. It was probably covered in illusions so that no one could see it.

Chris moved in front of her, and as easily as jumping off a step, hopped into the boat. He turned towards her, and held out his hand. "Jump," he instructed.

Clary did jump, but not towards his hand, a bit to the side. She wobbled a bit, but she regained balance and resisted the sudden urge to stick her tongue out at him. Chris looked, hurt? Confused? Impressed? She couldn't tell. He let his hand drop to his side as she walked to the back of the boat where the motor was.

"How do you start this?" She asked. Chris reached her and started to motor, and soon they were smoothly coasting through the water, Chris was careful to avoid all the boats and such and took a wide turn around the main parts of the shore, and headed for a more vacant area to stop.

They stopped away from most of the buildings and such, and Chris tied the boat to a huge rock nearby. Together, they wound their way through the streets, not really going anywhere, but everywhere. Chicago strangely reminded Clary of New York, but then again didn't. She had no idea where she was here, whereas in New York it was impossible for her to get lost.

They followed mostly deserted streets, emptier ones, and Chris pointed out things to her. He didn't know what was around him either, but he was getting his way around pretty well. Clary was hungry and suggested they look for someplace to eat. Chris agreed, and soon they were looking at every restaurant that Clary spotted. He had asked her what she was in the mood for, but Clary said she wouldn't know until she spotted it.

She wanted something practical, something they could eat while they walked. She soon spotted a Subway, and definitely dragged Chris by the arm as she marched him through the doors. When they came out, Clary was holding a foot long Italian BMT with everything except for oils and condiments. She had also taken some Cheetos and a Sprite with her. Chris didn't know what to have, so he just ordered the same as Clary, except he took a bag of Doritos.

They walked and ate and drank. Deciding to go through downtown this time. They spent most of time looking at the tall buildings, and watching street vendors yell out their stock. They entered Navy Pier, Clary had long ago finished her sandwich and was taking her time with the chips, licking off the cheese and letting the Cheeto get mushy in her mouth. She was happy, now that her tummy had food. Chris looked rather enjoyed too. They had gone on some of the rides, Clary insisting that they go on the Ferris wheel. Chris relented, but at Clary's insistence, he shrugged and followed her.

They stood at the back of a very large line, but Chris had grabbed Clary by the hand, jerked her off somewhere. He shrouded them both in glamours, so when they both went to the front of the line, Chris pulled her into an empty car and shut it before anyone could get in.

"Won't they notice that the door shut all on its own?" Clary asked. She could see Chris just fine if she saw through the glamour.

Chris laughed. "Nah, they'll probably think it was something wrong with the technical machinery that locks it or something. The mundanes won't even check, and if someone hears us talking here, they'll dismiss it for something else. They never look into things deeply enough to understand."

Clary couldn't argue. Had she still been living as a mundane, she would have thought the exact same thing. It was a sad thing, to realize that mundanes lived in blissful ignorance, didn't even know the true nature of things that went on, yet they claimed they knew all there was to know. How pitiful. Yet Clary had been one of those mundanes, and she was caught again in all that had happened to her in the past few months.

She hadn't noticed that she had spaced out, staring unaware at the world from above, until Chris had said loudly in her ear, "Hello? Earth to Clary, if you don't want to look at all this and space out, then why did you want to come up here?"

Clary answered without thinking. "To see what it felt like, not what it looked like."

Chris stared at her, and Clary realized that she had spoken what was on her mind, blankly.

"It's because, I've never been on a Ferris wheel before, other than a really cheap carnival ride, this is the first huge Ferris wheel I've been in." Clary spoke with a nostalgic tune in her words. "I just wanted to know how it was to be all the way up here, to feel the world below me, and not surrounding me in constant motion."

For a moment, they were silent. Then Chris spoke up, "This is my first time too, on a Ferris wheel."

Clary looked up and stared at him. They were sitting on opposite sides of the cart. But he stood up, and sat next to her, swaying it a bit. Clary wasn't afraid though. "I've seen the London Eye, the third biggest Ferris wheel in the world, and didn't feel like getting on it, I don't know why. But I should have."

Clary looked him in the eye. "I didn't want to ride that other Ferris wheel either, but Simon wanted me to. The moment I was on it, I knew that I wanted to feel like that again, but on bigger Ferris wheels, not puny ones like those." Clary told him.

"Valentine had asked me at that time, if I wanted to get on it, to see if I was like any other child and if I wanted to amuse myself, but I refused, he never asked me if I wanted to do anything to enjoy myself ever again." Chris said this with nostalgia in his voice, something Clary didn't even know he was capable of, and he looked over his shoulder, to the scene of the Chicago skyscrapers before him. The sun had almost completely set.

They sat in silence until the cart they were in was close enough to the ground. Since the mundanes didn't see anyone in it, Chris and she would have to jump out. Chris jumped first and waited for Clary to jump off. She placed one foot on the ledge of the cart, the other on the seat, her right hand grabbing onto the wires and poles that held the cart to the wheel. The exact moment that she was about to jump, the wheel lurched forward, causing her loose her balance and footing. The surprise didn't even give her time to prepare for the impact. She landed with both knees landing straight onto the ground, pain flaring up her legs to her hips. She would've have continued to fall and smacked her face onto the ground, had Chris not caught her by putting his hands on her shoulders just in time.

Clary couldn't feel her legs. The pain had been so immense that the shock had temporarily stopped the pain, which Clary was grateful for. Though that meant she couldn't move. Chris looked at her, scanning to see the extent of her injuries.

"Can you move your legs?" He asked.

Clary shook her head. "I can't feel them."

"Hold on," He pulled out his stele, and was about to apply an iratze on her, but a group of people were walking towards them, so he put one hand behind her back, and lifted her up, his other arm beneath her knees, bridal style. He carried her away before they could walk over them, and took her behind a ride.

There was nobody there. It was deserted and there was trash everywhere. Not even a homeless person would sleep here. The ugly side of Chicago, one could argue. Chris took her over to a patch of grass that wasn't riddled with filth, and sat her down.

"You're clumsy now and then aren't you?" Chris chided her, "Looks like all of your shadowhunter instincts haven't kicked in yet."

"It was the Ferris wheel, it moved and made me off-balance," Clary pointed out, but didn't defend herself completely. She was starting to get feeling back in her legs, and it was mostly pain. Her pant legs had ripped at the knee, and Clary saw the bloody mess that had become of them. The skin was scraped badly, and there was the beginning of a bruise on both knees at the edge of both cuts. Chris again took out his stele, and Clary lent him her right forearm, pulling up her jacket and shirt sleeve. He drew two iratzes, and Clary could see her knees stop bleeding, and begin to scab over. The bruises started to fade away until they were nothing but pale reminders.

Soon her knees were healed, only a circle a shade darker than her own skin to be shown. Chris took a rag from his weapons belt, was that a handkerchief? She used it to clean off the blood that was remaining. Chris gave her a hand and helped her stand. She tested both legs, pushing weight onto both of them. They both felt fine. Only a slight throb that she could ignore was left.

"Feeling better?" Chris asked her as they made their way back into the open, making sure to wind their way through the people so that they don't bump into them, since they were still concealed in glamour.

"Yeah, I could have drawn the iratze myself you know." Clary told him, only meaning to make small talk. They weren't afraid of talking to each other when no one could see them. Navy Pier was full of people. And noise. People talking everywhere, filling up the place, despite the cold. Clary hadn't noticed before, but it was cold. Her breath made little clouds puff up. Her ears, cheeks, and nose burned with the frosty air brought by the Lake. She hadn't bothered to buy another change of pants. The ripped holes in the jeans looked stylish. She drew on a heat iratze on her wrist, diminishing the cold.

"Yes, but I thought I'd do it." Chris simply stated.

"What for?" Clary questioned.

"Can't a brother want to help his little sister for her own well-being?" He said this hurt, teasing.

They passed by a cotton candy stand, and Clary paused to stare at the machine mixing and mixing. "Mmmmm… cotton candy," she said, dreamily.

"What does it taste like?" Chris asked.

"You've never tasted cotton candy?!" Clary exclaimed, making a women in front of her waiting in line turn around at the noise, and then lift her eyebrow when she didn't find where it came from. Clary took Chris by the elbow and pulled him behind the nearest ride. They got rid of their glamours, then Clary stood in line for cotton candy. Chris stood nearby, giving her money to buy it. She didn't know where he got the money. She'd ask him later. Clary decided to only get one, in case Chris didn't like it, just like her mother would do whenever they would try something new. For Chris's sake, she had the guy manning the cotton candy machine give them a blue one.

They continued walking around, Chris pinching pieces of the cotton candy. When he first tried one, he was confused as he placed the fluff in his mouth. Clary asked what was wrong, and he said that the fluff had disappeared, and that now there was a sugary sweet taste in his mouth. Clary laughed, telling him that that's what happened, that the fluff immediately dissolved in your mouth. She demonstrated by taking a piece and pinching it between her fingers. The blue fluff melted and Clary had a blue stain on her fingers. Chris seemed satisfied, taking more cotton candy and eating it, savoring the sweet taste.

Clary broke away from Chris, telling him that she had to go the bathroom. She gave him the rest of the cotton candy, promising she would come right back when she was done. They were at the edge of Navy Pier, near the entrance, Chris stood nearby as Clary entered the ladies room.

When Clary came back out, Chris was no longer there. Clary stood right there, looking in every direction for his white head amongst the people going in and the people coming out. Where had he gone? Was this a test, did he expect her to leave at first sight of him gone? Maybe he was hiding and watching her, to see whether she'd run. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

No. She was sticking to her word. She walked to a bench that was close, and sat there. She'd sit there and wait for him to realize that she wasn't going to fall for his little game. And if he wasn't playing, but had just gone off somewhere, she'd sit and wait for him to come back. She didn't think she'd know how to get back to the house.

Clary sat at the cold bench for a few minutes, and waited him out. She put her hands in her jacket pockets, and focused on the scene before her. Families came and went, normal families, not families with mothers that ran away from their crazy husband because they poisoned their first child and had to leave to protect their second. Not families where the father figure was a werewolf, and that he was in love with the mother and had been for years. No, they were normal families, with normal expectations, none of the kids would have to risk their lives fighting monsters from nightmares, having to learn how to use weapons that seemed surreal.

As Clary thought, she didn't think in rage. She didn't regret learning that she was a nephilem. Part angel. Okay so maybe more than part. She was just thinking the obvious. She didn't hold hatred for them. The sky was dark now, the sun had set and the last rays of sunshine were fading into dark reds and purples. Again, she regretted that she never carried a bag of Prisma-color pencils with her. She should start doing it.

It had been quite a while, maybe ten, twenty minutes. Not a lot, but it seemed like forever when the heat iratze she had drawn on her arm was starting to fade. The cold was seeking into her clothes, her hair, her skin. She stood up and rubbed her legs, walking around to get blood flowing through them. Her cut jeans, which had actually looked nice, now only felt horrible as the cold breeze from the Lake went in through the slits and chilled her thighs. She tried focusing on little things, the smell of the water carried in the wind, the flashing of the lights from the Pier, to take her mind off the cold.

She was so focused, she hadn't noticed the steps coming from behind her. At first, she thought it was Chris. Ready to yell at him for leaving her there, she turned with her mouth open, about to shout, "What the hell!" when she noticed that the person behind her wasn't Chris.

Her mouth shut as she took in the person in front of her. She didn't know who he was. He stood more than six feet tall, towering over her, and wore a blue beanie over sand yellow hair. He wore a thick wool sweater, jeans and sneakers. He looked about 19.

"Hey there cutie," he smiled at her.

She didn't smile back. "What do you want?" her voice was bold, straight to the point.

"Hey come on, don't be so rude, a nice looking girl like you, all alone here. What happened, did your date show you up?" He stepped closer to her. She didn't budge, and held her ground. She looked him straight in the eye.

"I'm not here on a date," was all she told him, "Now what do you want?"

"I'm here to keep you company, you wanna go around, go on some of the rides, we could go see if they have a tunnel of love here." He smirked at her.

Clary felt a shiver of disgust run down her spine. She suppressed it. "I don't think so, I rather stay here and watch you watch away." She gestured with her hand for him to shoo.

He just smiled and walked even closer. Another step and he could be stepping on her. He whispered, "Come on, don't be stiff. Let's have fun, cutie, I can show you around and we can have a good time." He reached up to touch her chin, but she smacked it away and took a firm step back.

"Look, I have a boyfriend." One that she may never see again and probably hated her for leaving, but it was a boyfriend.

"But you said that you're not on a date, so your boyfriends not here." He told her, his eyes getting irritated.

"That doesn't mean I spend my time looking for idiots like you who have nothing better to do but try and seduce young girls," Her voice was icy, she tried to make her eyes look piercing, to make every word she said lash out at him.

But he wouldn't relent, a bit more forceful this time, he walked up to her again, and grabbed her upper arm. "Look, little red. I'm trying to be nice, and to show you a good time, but you're just being a little bitch. Come on, make it easy on yourself, just calm down and follow me."

She yanked her arm away, and he wrapped his arm behind her waist and pulled her close to him, aiming to kiss her by force, but she used the force of his pull to head-butt him in the jaw. He stumbled back, and she lashed at him by slapping him across the cheek. When he looked up, his eyes were full of anger, and….rage? His eyes shifted, into something deeper, colder.

They look like Sebastian's eyes….

But before Clary could further analyze, his eyes reverted back to normal. His voice was normal as well, but there was a drop of malice in them, "Okay, if you won't do it when I ask, let's do it by force."

Another voice interrupted him. "She's not doing anything with you."

Clary had never been more happy or relieved to hear Chris's voice. In fact, Clary didn't think she'd ever been happy to hear him. But now she did, and she watched as Chris walked from the entrance of the Pier, with a stick of pink cotton candy in his hand, and a seraph blade in the other.

"My bad," he shrugged towards Clary, but not taking his eyes off of the guy in front of her, "I didn't know that if I left to get more cotton candy that when I came back there would be an asshole trying to hurt my sister."

"Chris….." Clary warned him. Why did he have his stele out? This was a mundane, even if glamour covered it.

But the guy's voice was way different now. It was deep, and sounded like stones being blended together. The sound was guttural, and not good on her ears. "What business do you have shadowhunter, or should I say Jonathan Morgenstern."

"You two know each other?" Clary knew it was probably best to stay out of this, but she couldn't help asking.

"Indeed, do I know you? If I do, I don't recognize you in the human form you've taken up" Chris said.

Oh. That's right, some demons take the form of humans. That's why his eyes had changed like that, why they reminded her of Sebastian when he was in his most demonic state.

Because he, it, was a demon.

Ew gross….. A demon flirted with me…

"You don't know me, but I know you. We demons are not ignorant, we keep track of things that go on with you shadowhunters. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." He chuckled, and the sound made the little hairs on Clary's arm rise. "I know who you are, Jonathan, son of Valentine."

"Don't mention my father." Chris growled. No, not Chris anymore, Sebastian.

His eyes had become rougher, blacker. He was anticipating a fight. Clary didn't know why, but she had to try to end this before it started.

"What's your name?" She demanded.

The demon, still in human form, now with full black eyes, turned towards her. "I don't have to answer to you, but since this will be your last few moments I might as well let you know who your killer is. I am Arjra, and that's all you'll know."

"I've never heard of your name," Sebastian spat.

"There are thousands and millions of demons, do you really expect to know all of them?" Arjra retorted. "Now boy, you've interrupted my fun, now to end with you."

Sebastian didn't say anything, just gave Clary the cotton candy, and approached the demon. "Not here," Sebastian said, "Somewhere more private, as ignorant as mundanes may be, I don't want problems with their police."

Arjra huffed. "Well, I'll take it as your last wish." Together, they walked away from the entrance, and Sebastian led him to a place near the shore, where the water slapped against land. Clary could make out the motorboat where they left it no too far from here. It was completely dark now, black with the exception of street lights and the twinkling of the lights from the Pier.

"Now," Arjra said as he faced Sebastian, "Allow me to show you my true form."

His body rippled, like the surface of water when it's about to boil, and he thrust his head back, his beanie falling off onto the sand. Sebastian takes this as an opportunity to attack, while the demon was morphing, he sliced the seraph blade from shoulder to hip, across his chest. Arjra roared, and Sebastian rammed the point of the blade from below his chin, so that it protruded through it, and stabbed into the roof of his mouth, closing his jaw shut. Arjra flailed. His human body peeled away, like a snake shedding its skin, and a disfigured thing crawled out from the chest.

It was hideous. Two bat-like arms came out of his too large torso, the whole body was the color of dead skin, and was almost translucent. His back curved, giving him a hunched like appearance. His legs looked human enough, until you saw his feet. Claws, like birds feet. With five toes on each foot that ended in razor sharp claws. His head wore a helmet, so he looked like Devimon from Digimon, the show she watched as a child. Altogether, he was large, towering over nine feet tall, his limbs here so large, that if he kept his arms at his sides they would touch the ground. His hands had elongated fingers, which gave her shivers.

But Sebastian didn't seem impressed. He dove in, so fast he was a blur to Clary's eyes, weaving around Arjra's body as Arjra attempted to strike him. Arjra was fast, but Sebastian was faster, cuts appeared everywhere on his body, small ones caused by Arjra's nails and teeth, but that was nothing compared to the damage Sebastian was causing Arjra.

Long gashes were evident all around him. On his back, chest, arms, legs, cheeks. Arjra spat out black blood from his mouth, and Clary saw where the blade had punctured his mouth before.

"You played dirty,"Arjra boiled, "So now, I'll play dirty."

Before Clary realized, Arjra flung himself straight at her. Clary had enough sense to duck and roll out of the way, at the last minute throwing the cotton candy in his face. When she stood up, she pulled the seraph blade out and yelled to Sebastian, who was coming up to her, "What's its name?"

"Daniel!"

Clary brought the seraph blade above the demons spine, and yelled "DANIEL!" as she plunged the glowing blade into the demon's back.

"NOO!" Arjra managed to turn just before the blade sank completely in, leaving only a scratch mark on him. Clary jumped back, nearly avoiding Arjra's hand sweep for her. Sebastian was on him already, trying to get a good opening on him, but Arjra was onto them now. He wouldn't even let the blade touch him. Clary tried to get him while Sebastian had his attention, but to no luck.

He was locked in combat again with Sebastian, and Clary tried to look for openings. She saw one, and went for it, she dove under Arjra, kicking his legs from under him, using his large bulk against him. He almost fell, using his large arms to hold him back up. But Clary used this time to her advantage. Using his body as a ladder, she ran up him, bringing the blade up, and brought it back down onto his face, right through the nose.

Clary could almost feel the blade sink into his boney face, when she felt a tight pressure on her right side. The world turned upside down, one moment she was on Arjra, the next she was lying face first in the sand. She coughed, her side stinging where he must have brought his hand up and swatted her away. But before she could get on her two feet again, something grabbed at the back of her jacket, and pulled her up.

Arjra had grabbed her, and she had dropped her seraph blade, so she could do nothing but flail and kick. He pressed her tight to his chest, wrapping one arm around her torso, and the other around her legs. She could bend her elbows, and bring up her legs, but they weren't much use.

"Release her!" Sebastian commanded. He had a cut going from his temple to his jaw, but he ignored the wound.

"Drop your weapons and leave, and maybe I'll spare her life after I'm done with her."Arjra chuckled.

"Let her go! Now!" Sebastian said again. He was calm, collected, his face expressed no expression other than annoyance. But his hands around the seraph blade were tight around the hilt.

"Or you could attack, in which I shall just eat her..." Clary could feel warmth on the top of her head, and without looking up, she knew that Arjra had opened his mouth and was trying to swallow her head. She thrashed, trying to headbutt him again, but he simply laughed at her attempts.

"I like when my food fights back, but not too much. Back at the beach you were a little too free, now I have you, so feel free to try whatever you want." Arjra stroked he cheek with one disgusting hand.

Sebastian stepped forward, but Arjra made a tsk tsk noise, and said, "Careful, I get hungrier when I'm rushed." As he said this, he put his mouth on Clary's neck and bit it. It wasn't a bite strong enough to break the skin, but his teeth pinched and the skin there was delicate. Clary screamed.

Sebastian was beginning to look frustrated.

Clary had a thought. As Arjra released her neck, she pretended to squirm around, but she was really reaching for her boot. Or something in her boot. Sebastian's eyes followed her hand, and he slowly nodded. Clary would need a distraction.

"Hey Arjra, how did someone like you end up looking for little girls to molest?" Sebastian chided.

"What?!" Arjra asked, furious.

"I mean, if you're so tough and mighty, then shouldn't you have lady demons coming all over you, but no, instead you're off looking for little mundanes."

"Why you vermit…" Arjra didn't sound pleased.

As Sebastian continued to tease and taunt Arjra, Clary's mind raced and she got a hand of her stele. What rune, what rune? I can't draw anything on him, he'd notice before I finished it. Something that I can place on myself…..

Clary's eyes looked at Sebastian, though he was still messing with Arjra, Clary knew that she'd need his strength to defeat him. Clary had tried, Sebastian had tried. I only the both were as equal as the other!

Wait. As equal as the other…. Clary thought back to the rune she created back when Valentine was trying to invade Alicate, sending in troops and legions of demons. Clary had helped by making a rune that joined the strength of Shadowhunters and downworlders. What if she could make something similar, only for Shadowhuntes?

Come on Clary, focus…

An image. A rune suddenly appeared right in Clary's mind. It was strange, it reminded her of the other rune, yet it was significantly different. She knew what it would do, yet no to the extent.

This rune may have consequences. But she could deal with those for now. She quickly put an image of Sebastian in her mind, of his strength, and of his knowledge of Shadowhunters. She'd need them, and then she drew the rune on her left wrist.

Clary felt a surge of power. The back of her eyes burned, and her head felt like it was on fire. Sebastian stopped taunting Arjra, and Arjra stopped as well.

"Hey, what did you-" he didn't finish before Clary wrapped her hands on his arm, and with strength she never had, flung him away from her. She retrieved her seraph blade, and as quick as sound she sliced it deep into Arjra's chest. Without another word, Arjra disintegrated into nothing but demon dust.

Clary breathed a breath of relief. She smiled at Sebastian, now Chris. She felt incredible, like a new person. Like she could do anything. She walked over to Sebastian. Only he wasn't as excited as she was. He looked shocked. And stunned. And, fear? No. not fear, more like awareness.

"Clary, what did you do?" His voice sounded whispery, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. She'd never seen him like this.

"What do you mean? I killed the demon, aren't you happy?" Clary sure was.

"I'm glad the demon is gone, but how did you manage to fling him off of you?" Chris asked amazed.

"Oh, I just made a rune that lets you borrow someone's strength and knowledge. I chose you because you're strong, and your knowledge let me know how to be able toss Arjra off, well that and your strength. Now don't think I'm saying your smart and strong, just enough to kill that demon." Clary simply stated. She pulled up her sleeve so that he could see the rune, and he stared at it for quite a while.

"What's wrong? Why are you like that, did you really think I wouldn't be able to pull it off or something, or are you scared because I can kick your butt now?" Clary smiled maliciously. She didn't even know she could smile maliciously. It felt glamorous on her face.

"Clary, you might want to take a look at yourself," Chris gestured towards the water.

"What for?" Clary asked.

"Just look." Chris insisted.

"Are you gonna do the whole, 'see how alike we are' thing like you did in the fountain while I was high on fairy drugs?" Clary said, with her arms crossed across her chest.

"Trust me, we're a lot more alike now than ever." Chris was beginning to smile.

What was making him smile?

"Fine" She trudge to the cold water, taking a few steps in. It was cold, but she didn't feel it now. She didn't feel cold from the water. She was cold from the reflection.

Even though the water was moving and disorienting, even though it was dark and you couldn't see past the surface, Clary could clearly see what Chris was trying to tell her.

Clary's curly, bouncy, short, red hair, and piercing green eyes, had turned into straight white hair, and dark black eyes.

Clary: WHATT!? I turn into Sebastian! BHCEBHWIB DX

Chris: well you did picture him when you drew the rune.

Clary: BUT, how, why?!

Lacie-Abyss: You didn't turn into him, you've just acquired some of his attributes.

Clary: BUT I TURN BACK RIGHT?!

Lacie-Abyss: Mhhhh, to be determined….

Clary: GAHHHHHH!

Chris: What's with the whole, 'now he's chris, oh look now he's sebastian' thing?

Lacie-Abyss: I thought it would give you the whole bad guy can be good sort of thing, idk, it's just to show your, umm, multiple selves?

Chris: -_O The heck

Clary: Lacie do you know about Chicago?

Chris: hey look her temper tantrum is done

Lacie-Abyss: Why yes, I've been there. BUT I'VE NEVER GONE TO NAVY PIER. My father won't take me, so all I know is from pictures and junk.

Chris: hey let's not start about father's….

Clary: Yes please…..

Lacie-Abyss: Alright then, what does le audience think? Please comment, like, follow, blah blah blah. Suggest future chapters yet I promise nothing

Chris: Why would you say that then?

Lacie: To give me ideas! Most of the time I'm just winging it, I planned for Clary to teach you how to ride a bike, but instead I made her show you cotton candy.

Clary: I teach him how to ride a bike? 0-0

Lacie: Maybe…

Chris: This oughta be good…