The Mortal Instruments One Shots

Shes gone, I'm so sorry Simon. PART 1--> SIMON'S POV

(ALL CHARACTERS AND THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS BELONG TO CASSANDRA CLARE)

"We are not calling ourselves crystal coat hanger," I argue with Eric, although I'm laughing too. "The last time we actually chose one of your band name ideas we were called "Starving Lettuce". I was pulling lettuce out of my hair for a week after the soccer team found out." I tell him with a smirk.

"Well I like it man, I think it gives us an edge," laughs Matt while Kirk and Eric nod in agreement.

"Fine," I moan, outnumbered. "But just so you know if the soccer team comes after me with coat hangers-" I am cut off by the sound of my phone buzzing from the couch. Kirk picks it up and tosses it to me after seeing the name calling me.

"It's your scary friend," he says mid-toss. I catch the phone and am surprised to see Jace's name on the caller ID.

"I'll just be a sec," I tell the guys as I duck under the garage door into the front yard.

"Hello?" I ask as I answer the phone. I expect to hear one of his usual snappy or sarcastic remarks- usually about how I obviously knew it was him so why just say hello instead of saying his name- but instead I greeted by the sound of a shaky breath, as if he was trying not to cry. Immediately my stomach clenches into a knot. "Jace? Is everything okay?"

"Simon, I-I'm so sorry Simon" Jace croaks between shaky breathes. "It was all my fault. I've let everyone down. I've ruined everything. I should have-"

"Just tell me what happened." I cut him off desperately. For Jace to be this upset and wrecked, something awful has happened.

"This morning, we got called out to a demon attack at a downworlder nightclub," he pauses to take another deep, shaky breathe and I squeeze my eyes shut tight, praying that Isabelle and Clary and even Alec are okay.

"We were expecting Ravener demons, nothing we hadn't dealt with a thousand times before," continues Jace. "When we arrived there were some Raveners, but there were also Raum demons and some Dahaks. There were so many Simon, I felt like I was back on my fathers-I mean Valentines- ship," as he speaks his tone gets faster until my mind is struggling to keep up. "It was just Alec, Clary, Izzy and I, we were outnumbered, but we were going okay until a Raum managed to get its tentacle around Alec's stomach and he got hurt." My heart clenches and I feel like my world is slowly becoming more and more helpless. I open my eyes and try and concentrate on a ladybird sitting on a leaf as Jace continues.

"I was busy handling a Dahak and I didn't see him fall, but she did," he let's out a sob. " She was trying to help him, and she didn't see it coming. Simon, I couldn't save her. I couldn't save her." He finally allows himself to break down and I hear his sobs echoing through the phone.

"Jace! Please speak to me, who couldn't you save!" I'm practically shouting down the phone but I don't even care. My brain feels like it's going to explode and I realise I was basically holding my breathe the whole time Jace was speaking. I take a deep breathe to let some oxygen reach my brain before looking up to see Eric, Kirk and Matt watching me with concern. I ignore them and focus on Jace's sobs still coming through the phone.

Jace finally composes himself long enough to say the single word that causes my world to come crashing down around me. "Clary." He chokes around his sobs. "I couldn't save Clary. She's gone Simon, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." I hear him break down again and I feel tears begin to form in my own eyes. Just before the call disconnects he says a last phrase. "I've told Jocelyn." And then he hangs up.

I feel like my chest has filled with ice water. There was never a time in my life when I thought I'd lose Clary. She's Clary. Strong, smart, funny, beautiful, tough, amazing Clary. She's indestructible. It's an impossibility. Jace must be mistaken, he's has to be. I mean I spoke to her this morning. How can someone be alive this morning and not now?

I hear quick footsteps and look up to see that somehow I'm kneeling on ground struggling to breathe with Kirk jogging towards me, his worry evident on his face. I don't even remember sitting down.

"Si? Is everything okay?" He asks tenderly. I shake my head at him and let out a single shaky sob before doubling over in what I can only call pain. The worst pain in my life. The pain of knowing that Clary is gone forever. My best friend in the world.

There isn't a time in my life when Clary wasn't around. As I sob I think of how when we were young we would walk to school together everyday, the way she would draw sketches of everything and anything and I would play video games and we would just talk for hours without running out of things to say. I think of the time we wore capes to the park when we were nine and I jumped off the top of the slide and broke my arm so Clary jumped too because she "didn't want me getting all the attention". All those band gigs she came to and all the afternoons we spent in Java Jones. The faerie rings, Edom, the mark of Cain, kissing her, sleeping next to her when she was worried about Jace, her truck pyjamas, her smile. Remembering everything about her, all the things I would never see again was the most painful thing I had ever experienced.

I eventually manage to stop the sobbing and begin taking deep breathes. I don't know him long it's been but Matt, Kirk and Eric are all sitting beside me. I am grateful that they've let me cry, especially considering that they still have no idea why I have suddenly turned into an emotional wreck.

"Simon? Are you okay? What's happened man?" Asks Matt cautiously.

"Clary, she-" I stop after remembering that they have no idea demons even exist, Asmodeus handled that. "There was accident," I continue shakily. I see the colour leave Kirks face as he immediately understand how bad the accident must have been based on my hysteria. Matt puts his head in his hands and Eric watches me in shock as I continue "She's gone. Clary's dead."

AUTHORS NOTE

THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING.

THIS IS A 2 MAYBE 3 PART ONE SHOT IVE WRITTEN.

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