CLARY
The morning after the crazy Star Wars Pizza bash, I awoke half lying on Alec. The room was dark but with the sun shining through gaps in the curtains. It was past seven then. I looked around the room then, taking in where everyone was sleeping. Simon was slouched uncomfortably against the base of the couch, Izzy was curled up next to him, her head lying on his chest. I tried not to scowl. I looked over at Jace and John, they were both sitting upright on the couch, heads lying on their shoulders. I was about to get up and check the time when-
"John," I half whispered, more out of surprise than expecting him to hear me. He had a cut on his cheek that was fresh. It looked as if I had only just dried. My brain started whirring, trying to work out what could have happened. I got up, being careful not to wake Alec, and crept over silently to John. I paused and made sure I could see his chest rising and falling. I let out a sigh of relief when it did, but I nudged him, trying to wake him up.
"Go away," he mumbled. He wasn't in any pain it seemed, so I decided it wouldn't hurt to wake him up. I shook his shoulders. "What… it's Saturday, I'm allowed to sleep in," he mumbled.
"Johnathan Morgan, wake up you piece of shit," I pushed him.
His head jerked up his eyes flew open. "What's up Clary, is something wrong."
"What's wrong is the cut that's on your cheek," I poked his face.
"Shit." A pause. John reached into his pocket and drew out a long, faintly glowing, object, but before he could raise it, I saw a movement in the corner of my eye and the world collapsed around me, muscled arms catching me as I fell.
JACE
Clary's body collapsed into my arms as Magnus Bane walked into the room. I began muttering a string of curses as John quickly shoved his stele into his pocket. "What the hell are you doing here Bane?"
"Put the biscuit down Blondie," he said dryly. It took me a moment to realise he was talking about Clary. "We don't need any more of your heroics after your unsanctioned demon battle last night."
I put Clary down on the couch next to Alec, my parabatai only just seeming to realise something was happening. "What the-" he broke off as he saw Clary's limp body and Magnus standing near one of the couches wearing a magenta jacket, fluoro green pants and no shirt.
"What've you done to her," John asked shakily as he walked over to Clary.
"I've only knocked her out, she won't feel a thing once she wakes," he looked at the three of us standing near Clary. "If you're wondering why I'm here it's because Jocelyn called after a Clave member was spotted not long after your demon fiasco," we all looked slightly awkward at this point.
"Oh come on," John said, "What were we supposed to do? There was a group of Ravener demons wondering the streets. None of us got hurt." We all looked at his cheek, "That badly. It was just a mistake that I forgot to put on an iratze after. It's not that big of a deal."
"Not that big of a deal," Magnus echoed, "What were you supposed to do? Maybe wait for someone who wouldn't risk us being found. Your parents are now trying to cover up your mistakes, they don't even know about Clary yet. There's a brilliant possibility that you've attracted unwanted attention."
I looked towards Alec, my usual source of sanity in the midst of craziness, but he was standing with his arms by his side and mouth slightly open. "Can you make her forget this?"
"I can," Magnus said simply.
"But your not going to, are you?"
"No," he paused, looking sadly at her, "She might forget it, think it's all a dream. But that's unlikely. I don't want to risk trying to force her brain to forget it, wiping yet another thing from it… well it could lead to damage messing with it too much."
Clary stirred slightly, a small sigh escaping her. The Angel knew how she'd feel about us all watching her sleep. I wanted to brush a bit of her red hair off her face but… I could feel John's green eyes studying me, watching my every breath.
CLARY
"John!" I sat up startled, looking around the room. Jace and Alec where talking near the door to the kitchen and John- well John was sitting on the couch, perfectly fine.
But he couldn't be. I'd seen his cheek. There had been a cut and… maybe I had dreamt it. But it had seemed so vivid. I felt like I could remember walking over to the couch, shaking John awake. I shook my head, trying to clear it. This was crazy. I looked towards Simon, my usual source of comfort but saw he was asleep. On the floor. With Izzy curled up next to him.
Just like I had dreamt. Well not so much as dreamt, more remembered.
"Oh, hey Clary, you've finally woken up," John said standing up and stretching.
"John! What the hell is-" I heard an unfamiliar voice in the kitchen. "Who is in our house?" I whispered venomously.
John started counting, "Well there's me, Jace, Alec, Izzy-"
I looked towards the kitchen and relized that Jace and Alec were talking to the person. They weren't a complete stranger then. I tried to even out my hair slightly, brushing it out of my face and trying to rid it of knots as best I could, before striding in.
There was a man there. "Can I help you?" I asked bluntly.
"Oh, you must be Clary, Jocelyn's told me all about you. I'm Magnus," he paused, a huge smile on his face, "I've come inquiring about some of your mother's artwork, but it seems she isn't here at the moment."
I looked to Jace and Alec, the latter saying quickly, "Oh um, I think they went out for a walk, your parents that is."
I looked towards the man. There was something odd about him, something I couldn't quite place my finger on.
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