I don't own Percy Jackson series or The Mortal Instruments series. This is my first fanfiction. I'm only ten so try not to judge it to harshly. I hope you enjoy it.
No sooner had Jace walked out of the room than Isabelle showed up with a slight scowl on her face. She was in a pink tank top, long pants, and slip on black shoes. She was looking suspiciously not Izzy today. On a normal day her clothing was less…mundane.
"What's with the outfit?"
"What's with your hair?"
"Hey." I ran my hand through my hair and frowned. "I just woke up."
"Loser," she muttered under her breath as she went to the refrigerator.
I watched warily as she pulled out a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk. "What are you doing?"
"Making rockets," Isabelle said sarcastically as she set the items down on the counter next to the stove. "What does it look like?"
"An accident waiting to happen." Izzy and cooking did not mix. "The question is why?"
"Eggs are food and food does a body good."
"Not the way you make it. Feeling suicidal today, are we?"
"They're not for me. I am making them for-"
"Demons?" I asked hopefully.
"Shut up." Isabelle shot me an evil glare. "Jace and Clary."
"Why? What did they do to you?"
"You're just full of jokes today." Isabelle picked up the frying pan and held it up in a threatening manner. "Keep it up."
"Fine, fine, fine." I held up my hands in surrender until she put the pan down. When it was safe again, I grabbed a piece of bacon then took a bite out of it. "I'm just surprised that you're trying to do something nice." I said around a mouth full of food.
"I can be nice."
The very idea had me choking on my food. Izzy. Nice. Not hardly. Don't get me wrong. I love my sister but she's not about to win any awards for congeniality.
"I hope you choke to death."
"Love…you too." I said, as soon as I was able to breathe again. "Woo."
"I'm so not in the mood for you today, Jace."
"What are you in the mood for and where are you going? I mean really…pink?"
"I'm going to meet Simon today."
"What do you two wacky fun kids have on the schedule for today?"
"I'm breaking up with him." Isabelle said solemnly.
That didn't sound wacky or fun. "Why?"
"What's with all the question?"
"I'm bored," I said truthfully. Simon wasn't on my top ten list of favorite people. Heck the bloodsucker wasn't on my list of top anything, but this was a bit out of the blue, even for Izzy.
"If you're so bored, go bother your boyfriend not me." Isabelle placed the scrambled eggs on to a dish then brought it over to the table. She plopped it down on the table in front of me and I tried hard to school my expression. Only Izzy could make scrambled eggs look unappetizing.
"He's out of town," I said, pulling my plate closer to me and further away from that mess she called breakfast.
"Lucky him." Isabelle grabbed my fork and used it to dish some of her eggs off the plate she put in the middle of the table onto mine. When she was done she dropped my fork back on my plate and dusted her hands off. "I'm out of here."
"It's been real," I called out after her.
Girls. Didn't get 'em. Didn't want to.
As I was trying to force down the carnage that Isabelle jokingly called breakfast, Jace came back into the room looking as sad as a whipped puppy. He was carrying the plate of toast he'd left the room with. With a disgruntle sigh, he placed it on the on the table and sat across from me.
Silently, Jace reached out and grabbed a spoonful of eggs. He placed it next to his toast then picked up his fork, frowning all the while.
"Dude, don't kill me when I say this, but you look like about as good as these eggs do."
Jace took a bite then grimaced. "Take that back. These are awful."
"What do you expect, Izzy made them."
We ate in silence for a bit, before Jace spoke again, "Where is Isabelle?"
"Went to see the bloodsucker."
Jace nodded as he reached for a piece of bacon. Before he could grab it, I slapped his hand.
"Ow! What was that for?" Jace asks.
"Bacon. My bacon. Mine." I said like a cave man.
Jace shook his hand as if the light slap had stung. "It's just bacon."
"Seriousl-" Jace's words were cut off by the beeping of the sensor I'd placed on the table earlier. The noise grew louder and the beeps became more frequent, which only meant one thing.
"A demon and it's a big one," I said getting up.
"Where?" Jace asked, rising as well.
I glanced down at the screen, then back at Jace. "In the mood for a trip down memory lane."
Jace frowned. "What do you mean?"
"The big bad is at the place where you meet Clary."
I nodded. "The one and only."
"Alright. Let's make it happen cap'in."