Switched

Disclaimer: I don't own the mortal instruments. Sadly, the wonderful honor goes to cassie clare.

Summary: What if clary were the one to introduce jace to the shadowhunter world? THERE WILL STILL BE CLACE!

Chapter 1:

Switched

Clary strapped the blessed silver dagger to her leg and followed Isabelle out of her room. "So. I'll lead him into the storage room."

"Okay. But why you? Is it because your the sexy one?"

"You could be sexy clary! If you just..." Isabelle walked up to her, and pulled clary's top down, exposing a little more chest than she would've liked. She also reached back and pulled her hair out if its clip, causing it to fall in warm waves down her back.

"Izzy!"

"See. Sexy."

She rolled her eyes and pulled her top back up while Isabelle wasn't looking. Alec was waiting at the door for them, leaning against the doorjamb with a lazy expression in his eyes.

"Don't you usually wear your hair up?" Asked Alec, raising an eyebrow.

"Blame your sister."

"I like it!" Protested Isabelle.

"Oh, shut up. You know I love you." Clary said with a smile. And then they set off toward the club. "So, what's the club called again?" Asked Alec.

"Pandemonium."

And pandemonium it was. Clary walked up to the bouncer, pulling one of her fingerless leather gloves off to show him her voyance rune. He nodded and let them pass. Clary put back on her glove and looked for their prey. The bouncer was a werewolf, and had the sight. All they had do was show him a rune, and they were in. Clary spotted a blue haired boy with eyes the color of antifreeze come into the club. Bingo. "Him."

She whispered in Isabelle's ear, nodding toward the blue haired boy.

Isabelle nodded and headed toward him. The acid green and light blue of the lights on the dance floor reflected on Isabelle's dress, changing the hue slightly. A boy with golden hair and equally beautiful gold eyes walked in right then. "You think he's cute." Alec observed.

"What? No."

"Uh-huh." Alec said in a tone that clearly suggested he didn't believe her. The boy was cute, but-Isabelle was leading the demon into a storage room marked in huge white letters, STAFF ONLY! It should've said, STAFF ONLY! UNLESS YOU'RE A BADASS SHADOWHUNTER, THEN BY ALL MEANS, COME IN. But that was just a thought. "Go time." Clary said and she and Alec followed Isabelle through the door. Clary pulled her seraph blade out, ready for some action.

"What's your name?" The demon boy asked with mock interest.

"Isabelle."

"That's a nice name." He said, moving carefully across the wires as if they might be live. "I haven't seen you here before." Duh.

"Are you asking me if I come here often?" She giggled like a mundane teenage girl, covering her mouth with her hand, to look as if she was embarrassed. But it was all an act.

Isabelle's dress sleeve had inched down just a bit, exposing the matrix of swirling lines that made up a rune. Clary and Alec didn't do anything, just stayed hidden in the shadows, poised and ready, for any and every attack. The boy froze. He, too, had seen the rune. "You-" he started, but was never given the chance to finish. Because at that exact moment, her electrum whip lashed out, striking him square in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. In a flash of light, Isabelle's whip fastened around his ankles, yanking him, hard, off his feet straight onto the ground. Clary could hear the faint sound of the electrum sizzling against his human-like skin. Except he was anything but human. Isabelle smiled, her smile glittered like poisonous water. "He's all yours." She said, her voice sickly sweet. "Ithrial." Clary whispered under her breath, and the seraph blade lit up the room like a nightlight. Clary walked up to demon boy, grabbing him and shoving him against the damp stone pillar. His wrists were bound with electrum wire-courtesy of Isabelle. "So," Clary hissed in demon boys ear. "Are there anymore with you?"

"Any other what?" Stupid.

Clary pulled away from him, leaving him bound against the pillar. "Come on now. Do you take me for a fool?" She asked, bitter sweetly. She pulled the sleeves of her jacket up, exposing her many dark swirling runes across the backs of her hands, her arms, everywhere. "You know what I am."

"SHADOWHUNTER," the demon boy hissed.

"Good boy." Clary said with a triumphant smile.

The demon spit, aiming the acid like liquid at her.

"And here I had thought we were friends." She said, mock hurt in her tone. She Tsked, "Well then."

She said, reaching for the dagger in its leather holster on her upper thigh . "Now we can have some fun."

"Clary," Alec warned, his voice low.

Clary sighed and crossed her arms across her chest. "So," she said, pacing slowly in front if the stone pillar. "You still haven't told me if there are any more of your kind with you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Really? He was still playing the dumb card? Pathetic.

Well, if he was going to act stupid, why not make him feel stupid?

"Demons." She said, drawing the word in the air with a black fingernail painted finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the porpoises of the clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension-"

"That's enough, clary." That was Alec. Always so over cautious.

"I agree." Said the demon. "You are terribly boring with your lessons."

"Okay, that's it." She swung out with her blade, and then: "Valentine is back!" No. Valentine was dead.

"My bastard of a father is rotting in hell," she said through gritted teeth, running her finger over the Fairchild family ring she wore. "And you can join him." She swung out, the blade glittering like a deadly diamond in the air. "Stop!" Her attention whipped over to where the wires were. Now there stood the golden boy she had seen earlier. His eyes glittered like tawny chips of amber. The boy-a mundane could see them? Clary guessed Isabelle and Alec were as stunned as she was. "You can't just KILL people like that!" The boy continued, eyes wide. "You're right." She agreed with a curt nod. "But you see, he," she said, pointing her blade at the demon. "Is Not a human. It may look like a person, it may talk like a person, hell, it might even Bleed like a human. But it's a monster."

She smiled at the look in the boy's beautiful eyes that so perfectly matched his hair. He opened his mouth to say something more, but never got the chance to. Because right then, the demon broke free of the electrum and lunged at Clary.

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Until next time, little shadowhunters!-Mermaid12108