Alec's POV

Lance was still in our doorway after twenty minutes, eventually sighing. "I won't severely punish all of you if you do me a favor. Okay? I don't need another court date."

Clary, who had taken one of Jace's bats in her hands, rolled her eyes. She, like the rest of of us, didn't believe a word he said. "Who says you are telling us the truth?" The wood beat against her palm while she glared.

He sighed, holding up a hand. "You guys have a bible, or something I can use? We can do this court style." Jace begrudgingly tossed an English book at him, scowling the entire time. I heard him mutter, "I'm going to burn that book," as he tossed it.

Lance stepped forward to catch it, almost tripping over his own feet. When he balanced himself he looked around, unsure.

Magnus took the reins before I could. "Do you, Lance, promise this favor will not harm us? And, in turn, you will not prank us viciously…" He muttered the last part, staring Lance down.

Lance's hand made contact with the book, a soft thump echoing in the room. "I swear." Izzy sighed after he said it, getting up to take the book back.

"Now, tell us what you need." Jace groaned, possessively holding Clary.

"Believe it or not, my mom thinks I have a girlfriend. One of your girls just has to act like my date. That's all."

"No," Iz said bluntly, leaving the room. "I'm already running out of time to get ready for my date and I will not help you out with that. Now move." Lance stepped to the side, immediately getting out of her way.

"Over my dead body," Jace said on Clary's behalf. He was glaring at all of us, daring anyone to disagree. That glare though… Sometimes I thought he was part wolf, but he would never hear me say that.

"I get no say in this?" Clary didn't sound surprised, but she wasn't in the best mood either. "Jace, he isn't going to kill me. I can handle myself if things get out of hand."

He didn't seem to agree though, placing his head firmly on top of hers.

"Fine," she groaned, reaching up to rustle his hair, "But I will contact Maia to see if she wants to help out. No promises I'll get a yes."

Lance sighed, backing out of the room. "Okay. You have my number in your recent calls list. Tell me what she says." He waved at us as he left, shutting the door behind him.

We sat in silence for the next few minutes, Jace still acting over protective as Clary struggled to get out of his grip. Finally, someone said something, but it wasn't who we expected.

"Hey guys. Um…What's wrong?" If Jon notice the mood change then, damn, the tension really was evident.

"Nothing," Clary answered for us, "We're just tired." She had finally managed to get out of her protector's grip, laying on the bed beside him.

"I… I'm going to go pee."

Jon jogged into the bathroom, leaving us to stare at each other. And, eventually, I was sick of it.

"Okay, obviously that was awkward, but we need to go eat. Who wants to get out for a while? Anyone?"

"I'm in," Clary launched herself off of the side of the bed, landing on her feet. "And so is Jace, if he wants to live."

"What's that supposed to mean?" The blonde wonder of the world wondered aloud.

"Well," she suddenly blushed, looking towards the bathroom. "Something isn't hidden very well in your trash can, and my brother is in there." Her voice had dropped so low I could barely hear her from five feet away.

"Oh," Jace suddenly realized what she meant, making a face I'd never seen.

Then, like it was fate, we heard a scream from inside the bathroom.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? JONATHON! CLARISSA!" Jon was beyond upset.

"Go," I said, ushering them out before Jon could escape the clutches of our bathroom. "Now." Magnus followed suit, jogging to keep up.

"We owe you one!" Clary screamed back, half way to the elevator at the rate Jace was pulling her. It didn't take another thirty seconds for them to reach the elevator and jump inside.

Right as the doors closed in front of them, Jon exited the bathroom, pissed. "Where are they?"

"Gone," I replied, blocking the door, "Now let's chat."

Jon's POV

Whatever Alec had to say, after deliberately locking our door, I would listen. But my eyes were still burning. It had just been sitting there beneath two sheets of face wipes, the edge revealing exactly what it was. Not that I was surprised, but did they have to do it in our room?

"I'm listening." Alec had made me sit opposite of him, right where he could stop me if he needed to. Or that was my theory…

"Jon, you do understand that they are allowed to do what they will, even with our disapproval?" He sighed, pinching his nose. "Now, when a boy likes a girl, things sometimes happen. At some point in a relationship," He…He was giving me the sex talk… "The couple may or may not have sex, depending on the level on intimacy and their morals."

"Alec, stop talking to me like I'm twelve. I get it."

But he didn't stop. "Anyway, even as family, we have no control over their actions. Sex will happen eventually for all of us. It is natural." Natural… "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Smart Ass. I do understand. But what I don't understand is why Jace can't hide a fucking condom properly."

Out of no where, Alec burst out laughing. "I wonder if he even realized how bad he hid it. You should have seen Clary's explanation of why they should get out of the room."

I got up, shaking my head. "She's smarter than he is sometimes."

"Jon, for once I agree with you. He can be an idiot." Alec got up also, grabbing for his jacket. "Food?"

"Food."

Izzy's POV

Twenty minutes…Twenty fucking minutes… That was not enough time to get ready for a date. I stalked into our room, ignoring the fact I could probably be heard by everyone.

"It'll take ten minutes, he said. You'll have enough time to get ready, he said."

Rushing through my closet, I found a top that matched the jeans I had laid out before hand. At this point in our relationship I was pretty sure that I could show up in a potato sack and he wouldn't care. But I liked my body and wasn't afraid to show some skin. Peeling off my sweat soaked clothes, I didn't feel so dirty. At this point though, I would have to touch up my mascara because that was all I had time to do after redressing. When I looked back at the clock I had five minutes left. What else did I need to do? I had my purse filled with everything I needed, a jacket just in case, some back up lipstick, and my hair wasn't as frizzy. But, at the last possible second, hell happened. It was like time stopped really… My contact fell out.

"Fuck!" It would take twice as much time to put it back in. So I, begrudgingly, took my left one out after finding the right one on the floor. Simon would see me in glasses… Why…?

Taking the container out of the top drawer, I pulled out my chunky framed glasses. I loved them, really, but I rarely wore them because contacts were a little easier. And I may look younger with them on…

When I eventually went to meet Simon I expected the worst, but I was wrong. He looked pleasantly surprised as I walked towards him, smiling.

"Sorry for being a few minutes late, my contacts fell out. Do these look weird?"

He laughed, pulling an arm around my shoulders. "Iz, you look amazing no matter what you have on. The glasses are pretty nerd hot though."

I pulled him closer, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you. So, would you like to know how the plan went, or no?"

Si nodded, holding the door open. "I would love to."

Magnus's POV

Dinner was abnormally calm tonight. Maybe it was just my imagination, but Lance's new look got a lot of attention, not all of it good.

"Magnus, are you listening?" Maia looked at me, like she expected me to be listening to the girl's debate.

"Yes, I am. And, just so you know, I think that Clary has a point."

"Exactly! Thank you." Clary huffed, stuffing another bite of chicken into her mouth.

If only Alec would show up already…Maia and Clary had been arguing for far too long.

"But!"

"But nothing! You can handle Lance better than I can. Besides, Viper is you COUSIN. If anything happened to you he would kill Lance."

Maia sighed, taking another bite of her nacho contraption. It looked gross beyond compare really. "Yes, but maybe your body guard could stand to let you off of his leash for once."

Jace glanced up, somewhat offended. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just ignore it, Jace. Over thinking won't do you any good." I mumbled. He apparently heard me, scowling.

"I am not over protective! I do not trust the guy and I won't let her get hurt by him."

"Yet, you scare him more than Viper does." We all looked to Maia. "Yes, I'm telling the truth. Everyone is scared of one of you, or both of you. Did you not notice that?"

Clary rolled her eyes, stealing Jace's bread roll. "I know some people fear my angry side. But not everyone is afraid of us."

"Even though Jace has a reputation for anger issues," Maia was digging her own grave. Poor girl.

"Then," He said, clenching his teeth. "Just agree to act as a stand in for Lance before I act on my reputation." Jace's golden eyes meant business, almost scaring her by the look on her face.

"Fine. Fine! I'll be a stand in. Just do not expect me to be happy about this, or Bat, all things considering." She backed off, picking up her tray. "Bat will be in touch, evil little…"

We never heard the end of her sentence, her back turned to us as she dumped her tray and informed Lance of his situation. Werewolves were not smart to mess with in general, but she was one of the more chill ones at least.

"Jonathon, excuse my use of your real name, but you have just done something that will not happen often."

"And that is, Magnus?" He looked like he was about to laugh. Well then.

"Getting Maia to submit to you, a shadow hunter with an over exaggerated reputation."

Clary shook her head, sighing. "I wouldn't quite say that, Mag. He's told me why people think that. It's not a fun story to hear."

All Jace did was grunt under his breath, nodding to confirm her opinion.

"Fine." I stared at the tray in front of me, swearing the Mack and Cheese moved. "I'm sorry."

I would have thrown my hands up in exasperation, but Jon and Alec came to the table.

"Alexander, finally."

Jon looked grim, staring at the love birds. "Jace, learn to hide the evidence better. Okay? Next time I will call my dad."

Clary shuddered, glaring at her brother. "Then that applies both ways. Except, mom is worse than dad. Much worse," she was sneaky.

Jon let the topic go, diving into his mashed potatoes. "Whatever."

"And the Sass Queen wins this battle." Jace popped in, pulling her closer.

Jon just settled for absorbing his food, ignoring the rest of us. Which, if I were in his situation, I would have been doing too. Sometimes I was grateful for not having any siblings.

"Anyway, I was wondering if you guys wanted to go to a party downtown tomorrow night. An old friend told me to come."

"Who was this friend?" Alec asked, dropping his fork on his tray.

Oh, Alexander… "She is a friends from childhood who just happens to live in town."

His face dropped, not hiding his embarrassment at all. "Sounds fun then."

Clary cracked up, biting her lip. "And I thought Jace was bad."

Both boys looked unamused, Jace's hand lightly messing up her hair.

"I'll act like you didn't say that." To our surprise, he took both of their empty trays and started walking away. Clary followed after him, looking panicked. We couldn't help but laugh as she jogged away. That boy knew how to make girls chase after him.

Izzy's POV

Simon was perfect. He had been a perfect gentleman the entire time we knew each other really. But tonight was something else. For the first time in my life I was on a date in the back of a truck, the sky above us filled with stars.

"I still can't believe you did this." I said, leaning against the row of pillows. "Or that you owned a truck."

He grinned, trying to hide it as he sipped from his thermos. When he swallowed, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Meaning that I barley heard, "It's actually Jordan's truck. He let me borrow it for the night." His face got closer, the smell of blood mixed with fruit on his breath. "Izzy? Earth to Izzy." I felt his lips on mine, gently pressing until I refocused.

"Sorry."

His chuckle was dark, but also extremely sexy. "Don't be. I like it when I catch you staring. It's cute."

"I am not cute, I am fierce. Get your facts straight." With a huff, I crossed my arms, fighting the laughter within. Of course, with Simon making a stupid face, I didn't last long. "Stop! Seriously, I mean it. You'll make me pee my pants."

But he didn't stop. At one point he was crouched on the side of the truck, making weird hand gestures. "I'm a T-rex! Look at my stubbly arms." His arms shrunk into his shirt, letting maybe six inches of arm show. Eventually he quit his nonsense and settled beside me, wrapping my body in his arms.

"Si, thanks for the laugh. I needed it."

"I know. Your face told me so." One of his hands stroked my hair, taking a piece in his hand. "Want to hear a story?"

"What kind of story?" I grabbed for a strawberry, biting into it as he explained.

"Well, in a galaxy…"

We sat there the entire night, eating fruit while he talked about the force and other things. It beat every other date I had ever been on, and that was saying a lot.

Maia's POV

If I could describe Bat's anger, it would have been over a ten. If I had mentioned Jace's subtle threat it would have been much worse though…

"I'll strangle him before he can touch you. This is not a good idea."

I sighed, poking his forehead. "Tomorrow night will not be so horrible, okay? I'll text you and just tell his parents that you are my aunt, who is giving me updates on my cousin because he was in a terrible wreck."

"Okay, that's a viable excuse. But why are you doing this? Why not someone else?"

Would he ever understand? "Because there was no one else! Jace is worse than you right now and refuses to let Clary go, Iz is busy, and I'm the only one left to do it." He only eyed me, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I wish I didn't have to, but I do. I already told Lance I would pretend for the night. You know how werewolves are about promises. We don't break them."

"I am still not okay with this. I'll just go see if Jace can release his hold on the human flame for one night. It won't be that hard." He got up to leave, making me grip at his sleeve.

"Could you not? Look, remember the first time we had sex? How you wouldn't let anyone else in the pack near me for an entire week? I could see it written all over them. They've gone to third base already. And that has only made him more protective of her."

"Like that is possible… I'm still going to visit them." Annoyance entered his tone, a slight growl coming out.

"Fine," He was halfway out the door, barely looking back. "Just don't call Clary the 'human flame.' She won't appreciate it." I tried to at least warn him.

As the door shut I heard, "I'll behave," his voice fading down the hall.

Lord have mercy on their souls.

Hi everyone! This has been a chapter in the making because I've been trying to juggle writing and college. It is not easy to do. Hence, I did not look at this chapter for a few days to get a good bit of work done. But, I knew I had to update so... Tada!

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