CHAPTER FOUR. THE LOST AND THE FOUND

"SERIOUSLY DUDE, CHANGE YOUR GLASSES PRESCRIPTION."

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Wren had attempted to call Clary many times that night but to no avail. The redhead hadn't picked up once nor had she answered any of her text messages. Wren had left Clary yet another voicemail before deciding to call Jocelyn. She hadn't picked up either. And neither did Dot.

The blonde did her best to remain calm and not think the worst. It was really late. They were probably all just sleeping. Yeah, they were sleeping. Wren bit her lip and clenched her fists. She rolled over onto her side and readjusted the comforter on her body. Clary's fine. She got home safely and is sleeping. I'll call her when I wake up.

But when Wren had called in the morning, she still received no answer from either Fray nor from Dot.

Wren made her way into the kitchen where her mom was eating her third granola bar. "You could make actual food, you know," Wren said with a smile. "No time, gotta get to the restaurant," her mother replied. "Mom, it's right across the street, you don't need to rush," the younger blonde continued as she opened the fridge.

"Well I like to be punctual, sue me," Helena said, standing up. "Hey, have you heard from Mrs. Fray today?" Wren asked. Helena looked over at her. "No, why?" She asked. "I haven't been able to get ahold of her or Clary," Wren explained. "They're probably just doing something for Clary's birthday. No cellphones, you know how Jocelyn gets sometimes," Helena replied.

That made sense. Wren was worrying for nothing. "Yeah, you're probably right," Wren said. Helena sent her a smile before grabbing her bag. "Alright, I'll see you later." She walked past her daughter and out of the door. Wren breathed out a sigh. "Clary is fine," she assured herself.

A few hours later, a knock sounded on her door. Wren exited her bedroom and walked through her apartment to the front door. She looked through the peephole before opening the door. "What're you doing here?" She asked. Simon entered the apartment and she closed the door behind him. "Have you heard from Clary?" He asked her.

Wren shook her head. "No," she replied. "I'm worried," Simon continued. Wren shrugged, "My mom thinks that Clary and her mom are doing birthday things. Phones off or something." Simon was shaking his head, "If that were the case, don't you think she would've called or texted us telling us that so we wouldn't worry?"

Wren shrugged again. "Maybe, maybe not. I don't know what Clary would or wouldn't do," she said. "Yeah you do, and she would've texted us," Simon retorted. "Is this why you came here, to make me even more worried about Clary?" The blonde asked. "So you do think something's up?" He questioned and she gave him an annoyed look.

"I'm here because we had plans," he finally said. Wren's eyes narrowed. "What plans?" She asked. "You know, plans for the plan," he said. "I'm not following," Wren replied. "The plan. To get Clary to, you know..." he trailed off. "Oh, that plan. Uh, I'm not sure I'm up for it today. You were kind of a jerk last night," she said.

"No I wasn't," he replied. "You were," she said and he sighed. "I'm sorry, alright?" He apologized. "You're only apologizing so that I'll help you," she said. "Not true," he retorted. She raised her eyebrows and he sighed. "Okay, maybe I am," he admitted. "You know, this nice guy façade of yours is getting old," she said.

"Façade? I am nice," he said defensively. "Not to me," she replied. "Oh come on Holland," he said. She blinked at him. "I'm nice to you," he went on. She continued to look at him and his smile fell. "I'm nice to you," he repeated. "Sometimes," she said, turning and walking over to the couch where she took a seat.

"Wren..." he didn't know what to say. Had he really been mean to her? For all these years? "Maybe you should go," Wren said. She bit her lip to contain a laugh. Simon began to sputter before ultimately nodding. "If I haven't been nice to you, I'm sorry. But I'm always joking. I thought you knew that," Simon said. Her laugh broke through and she doubled over.

Her body tilted to the side until she was laying on the couch, where she continued to laugh. Simon watched her in confusion. "Simon, I'm kidding," she said between bouts of laughter. He looked at her unamused. "Oh come on, that was funny. You really thought you were mean? You're the nicest dork ever," she said. "You're a jerk, Wren Holland," he said, a smile breaking through his angry façade.

"That's what you get for calling me boring," she said, standing up. "I didn't call you boring, I called you simple. There's a difference," he said. "Right, because that's so much better," she retorted with an eye roll. She walked into the kitchen and to the fridge.

"I'm gonna need to take a rain check on 'Operation Get Clary To Be Simon's Girlfriend.' I don't have any ideas at the moment," she told him. "Okay, that's fine. I can wait. Been doing it for years now," he said. She turned to look at him, "Wow. That's so sad and really fucking pathetic."

Wren looked away from him. In a way, her words from earlier were sort of true, she couldn't deny that. But for the most part, he wasn't openly mean to her. He sometimes just treated her as if she weren't even there. Like it were just him and Clary like it had originally been before Wren came into the picture. Sometimes, Clary did it too. Wren tried not to let it bother her but sometimes she just couldn't help it. They'd ignore her, which she thought was rude. And it hurt. It had been years but she felt as though she'd never get used to it. But maybe that was a good thing.

Because she shouldn't have to.

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It had been two days and still no word from Clary. Both Wren and Simon were really worried now. This led to Simon calling Wren practically every half hour to ask if she had heard from Clary. Her answer was always no and if she had, she would have told him. He still kept calling her which got really annoying really fast.

Simon then resorted to trying to track Clary through the Find My Friend app. He managed to track her phone, going to Wren's apartment to take her along with him to find Clary. This led them to a magnificent gothic cathedral. Wren had never seen something like this in person. It was absolutely beautiful. It seemed so out of place though. And very uninviting.

"Whoa," Wren muttered, looking up at the building in awe. Simon looked at the building in mild disgust before looking at Wren. "Clary's in there?" Wren asked him. "That's what the app says," Simon replied. Wren stepped out of the van and continued to stare up at the building. It's beauty was so captivating.

"It's so beautiful," she said. Simon looked at her in confusion. "Are you on something?" He asked and she turned to him. "What?" She questioned. "It's a run down abandoned church. It looks like it's barely standing. If Clary's in there, we should get her out before the building collapses on her head," he said. Wren's face scrunched up in confusion before she looked back at the building.

"That's your definition of run down?" She asked, pointing at the cathedral. "Uh, yeah. Old, dirty, in shambles. Sounds pretty run down to me," he replied. "What the hell are you talking about? It's not dirty or in shambles. It's amazing and definitely does not look like it'll collapse," she said. Simon looked back at the ruins before looking at her.

He took a few steps closer and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. Then her neck. She slapped his hand away. "What're you doing?" She asked. "Checking to see if you're warm. You might be sick because you're hallucinating," he said. "No I'm not!" She denied. "What are you on? Is it drugs? Are you doing drugs now, Holland?" He asked again. Her eyes narrowed, "I think you need new glasses."

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and huffed. "Maybe you need glasses, period," he retorted. "Just call Clary," she said, turning back to the building. Run down my ass. He just didn't appreciate good architecture.

"How come you haven't answered your phone in two days?" Simon questioned. Wren's head snapped to him. Clary had picked up. "Speaker," she demanded, but he was already putting the phone on speaker. "Things are all ripped apart," Clary answered. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean, Clary?" Wren questioned. "Wren," the redhead said happily after hearing her friend's voice.

"Where are you? Find My Friends says your phone is in an abandoned church on Deighton. I'm outside," Simon said. "The church is not abandoned," Wren said. "Yes it is!" Simon replied. Clary exhaled, "I see you." Wren looked up at the building, barely making out the redhead standing by the window.

"I don't see you," Simon said. "Seriously dude, change your glasses prescription," the blonde muttered. Simon sent her a glare. "Give me five minutes. I have to get dressed," Clary said. "Dressed? What are you doing undressed in an abandoned church? Clary, is there Is there a meth problem we have to talk about?" Simon questioned.

Wren's head whipped around as she thought she heard something behind them. There was nothing there. "Simon, just give me five minutes, okay?" Clary said before hanging up. "See, she's okay. You were worrying for nothing," Wren said. "You were worried too," Simon said. "Yeah, but did I call you every thirty minutes to ask if you heard from Clary?" She asked.

"Forgive me for being concerned about my friend," he huffed. "You mean the girl you're in love with," Wren said, poking his chest repeatedly. He slapped her hands away. "Cut it out," he said. "Aw, don't be like that," Wren said with a fake pout. Simon ignored her and walked closer to the building. Wren followed behind him.

Clary finally exited the cathedral. Beside her was the blond guy who had bumped into her at the club. What the hell was he doing here? "It's the guy from the club," Wren said. "What guy?" Simon asked. "The one who bumped into Clary," the blonde replied before walking forward a little more.

"So, why can't Simon see you?" Clary asked. The blond lifted up his shirt and Wren's eyes widened. "This is a glamour, a rune that makes me invisible to mundanes. It's a shame, really, 'cause well, denying them all this," he answered. Wren rolled her eyes in disgust before really taking in Clary's appearance. She was wearing a tight leather dress that was way too short. There's no way that that belonged to the redhead.

"What do you have on, Clary? Let me take you home," Simon said as he pulled off his jacket to give to her. "I don't think I have one anymore," Clary said, taking the jacket from him. "Why? What do you mean?" Simon asked. "Yeah, and what are you doing with club dude?" Wren added.

"Well—" Clary began to explain but was cut off by a man. "Clary Fairchild!" He called. Wren looked past Clary and at the man who did not look too friendly. In his hand was a glowing sword looking thing. Wren grabbed her friends' arms and pulled them back. "Wren, what is it?" Simon asked. But she was too afraid to respond.

The blond guy came up behind the man and grabbed him, causing Clary to gasp. "Clary, what's going on? What are you looking at?" Simon asked, both confused and frantic. "Okay, are you going blind, Simon?" Wren asked. "Are you both on drugs now?" He asked back.

"If you give us the girl, I'll let you live," the man said to the blond. "You're in no position to be making rules," the blond replied. The man then brought his head backwards and into the blond's face. Clary gasped whilst Wren jumped.
Simon looked around in confusion. "Guys?"

The two men continued to fight and Clary yelped. The blond managed to stab the man with his glowing sword and Wren's eyes widened. "We'll never stop hunting her," the man said in a strained voice. "This is for my father," the blond replied before shoving the blade further into the man. He fell to the ground.

"Jace!" Clay exclaimed, throwing off Simon's jacket and running to the blond. "Excuse me?" Simon asked. "Is he dead?" Clary asked the blond, whose name was Jace. "I just witnessed a murder. Oh my God I witnessed a murder," Wren muttered. "Wha— murder? Is who dead?" Simon asked. The body seemed to appear right in front of Simon then. "What the..."

"Could you deglamourize, or whatever, so my best friend doesn't think I'm losing my mind?" Clary asked the blond. "De-what?" Wren questioned. The blond took out a stick looking thing and lifted up his shirt. He ran the stick over a tattoo, which began to glow.

"Um what is happening?" Simon asked as he was now able to see Jace. "Yeah, we don't have the luxury right now, kid. Everyone back inside," Jace said. "Clary, who is this? Your meth dealer?" Simon asked. "It's the guy from the club, I told you that," Wren said. "He's real?" He asked. "Yes you idiot. You see him don't you?" Wren asked. "Well I didn't before," Simon retorted.

Clary pointed to the lifeless body of the man on the ground. "I've seen him before. At the police station," she said. "He's a member of the Circle.
Clary, he's here for you," Jace replied. "He's with the people who took my mother," Clary responded. "Right, your little best friends here led him right to you. He's here to capture or kill you," Jace said. Wren's head began to hurt. She didn't know what was going on.

"There's a dead body there, we have to call Luke," Simon said and Wren nodded her head. "We can't trust Luke, Simon. We can't," the redhead responded. What? Wren's head was pounding now.

"Clary, I need to keep you safe. I promise you, I promise I am gonna help you find your mother. But you're one of us. You're a Shadowhunter," Jace told her. "What are you talking about? Clary you don't know this guy, all right? Come with us. We can get us help," Simon said, gesturing to himself and Wren, who didn't know what she could even do to help. She was so confused.

"Clary, please," Jace said. "Clary, come on," Simon replied. Clary looked between the two before looking at Wren for help. "Uh uh, don't look at me. I have no idea what the hell is going on and I think my head's about to explode."

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