The Boy Owned by Time

That's Kinda Racist

Chapter 2- That's Kinda Racist

"I still don't understand. How can Shadowhunters be better than... than what you people call mundanes?" Clary asks, still distressed from witnessing her best friend being kidnapped.

"Because we protect humans," Izzy explains.

"You're right. Humans. You protect humans. You left Simon all alone in the van. Great job, guys. You rock," Clary says bitterly.

"There is some truth to the idea that human beings should have a modicum of common sense," Alec defends his sister.

"Alec, not now," Izzy says passively, lacking her normal confidence.

"Look, they won't do anything to Simon. They just wanted to draw you out. They want the cup, and they think you have it," Jace tries to explain to Clary.

"But why do they think that? Why does anyone think that? My mom lies to me my whole life except, 'Oh, by the way, there's this magic cup I hid on, like the planet Bongo, but don't tell anyone.' What am I supposed to do now?" Clary proclaims angrily.

"Maybe, not everyone knows what you know. Gods I wish her mother had hidden her on planet Bongo," I mumble to Alec and Izzy. Izzy tries to hold her laugh back as Alec lets out a small chuckle.

"We have to report to the Clave," Alec says after quickly collecting himself.

"You're right," Jace says.

"Why?" Clary demands.

"They have to know what we've learned about Valentine," Alec tells her.

"What, that he's my father? Great. Fine. Tell them. What good does that do Simon?" Clary blurts ignorantly.

"Clary, it's all connected. The vamps want the cup," Jace tries to explain sympathetically.

"Why? It makes new Shadowhunters," Clary says.

"Nobody wants Valentine forming an army loyal to himself," Alec points out.

"Plus it controls demons," Izzy adds.

"They'll propose a trade. Simon for the cup," Jace says, getting us back on track.

"So, Vampires will trade Simon for the Cup and Valentine will trade me mother for the Cup. Either way, I lose someone I love. What if I just toss it up in the air and let them fight it out amongst themselves," Clary exclaims, frustrated.

"That won't be so funny when the entire downworld is dead, Clary," I tell her frustrated.

"So, this doesn't matter to you?" Alec asks her.

"Yes, of course, it matters! Listen... when you saved my life... I put my trust in you. Now, I need you to put your trust in me. I can't turn into what you guys are overnight," Clary says exasperated.

"Yet at the same time, she thinks she already knows every-fucking-thing," I say to myself and Alec chuckles behind me.

"It's true. She was raised as a mundane," Izzy defends.

"What are you, her spokesman now?" Alec asks Izzy, betrayed.

"I don't need a spokesman, I need a plan," Clary interjects and walks to the ops center.

She stands lost in the ops center staring lost at the screens on the tables. She taps on the screens confusedly. We stand there and let her have a go, finding it entertaining.

She looks over at us and begins to speak again, "Uh, look at all this stuff, these screens. I mean, can any of this help me find Simon? Where is he, anyway? Some kind of crypt in Transylvania?"