Prologue: It was on a dark and drunken night...

It had been another late night at the club Pandemonium, and the thick scent of alcohol rolled from the back door as six very hammered patrons shambled out. A fairly diverse group, equal parts shadowhunter as downworlder; and it was one of the downworlders, a tipsy warlock, who began to protest their means of returning home.

"No, no, no, no…" he hiccupped, slumping into Alec, "I don't… I don't do taxis. It's cheap."

With an audible groan Jace, of course, was the first to object. "Well then how are we getting back, sparkles?"

"We'll… we'll…" Magnus's brow rumpled, pressured by the Herculean task of finishing his thought. "…portal there. Of course… portal."

Alec snorted. "Wait, out here in front of all these mun—"

"Only if I get to make it." Clary cut in. At this point they had ventured a good ways down a bottleneck, the crumbling walls of the ally forcing them to clump together to fit through. This only made Clary's objective of fishing the stele out of her jacket even more difficult, and several curses flew as she bumped and elbowed into her fellow partiers. "If I can only find my damn stele…"

"Clary, as much as I love 'ya, I think Magnus would be better fit for it." Simon sighed, nursing an emerging headache—vampires sober up more quickly than most.

The red-head frowned. "But… he's drunk. He might kill us all."

"You're drunk and you may kill us all." Isabelle hiccupped. "I have to agree with Simey, we're all hammered but at least Magnus is hammered with experience."

"That's… that's what she…" Jace slumped against the wall, shaking his head. "…never mind."

There was a flicker of blue sparks, and Magnus flashed a sloppy grin. "Thank you, darling. Now if you all could give me a bit of space—"

"No!" Clary pushed Magnus out of her way, and with her stele finally brandished, she began to scribble into the wall. "I… I wanna do it…"

"Clary!" Jace, surprisingly alert despite his inegreated state, began stumbling through the small group reaching out to pull her away from her rune-making. "Clary, what the hell has gotten into you—"

He yanked her back, but by then it was too late. The rune—if it could even be called a rune, it was so malformed—began to glow a worrying shade of orange. From Jace's arms, she giggled. "I did it."

And with a flash, the group was gone.

A/N: Hello all! It's time for my first Co-op with the brilliant author, ProbablyBritishPanda! Yay! :D

So, here's the low-down: I'll be writing the odd chapters, she'll cover the even chapters. So next update, you'll see her glowing work representing Katniss, Peeta, Jace, and Isabelle. Then I'll come in with my Clary, Alec, Magnus, Simon and Cinna goodness. Basically two different but related storylines... hopefully you guys like it!

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