Christian wouldn't call his mom overprotective. He has seen his friend's parents. Most of them have earlier curfews than him, others have to call to prove where they are, it made him glad he had his mom, she wasn't overbearing, she never grounded him, or caused any problems. But he did nothing to make her like that. She just wanted him to be safe. And he was, the few friends he kept were perfect children, with strict parents. He had no way to rebel. It was a life of loyalty and solitude for him.

"Our mom is so over protective lately. Right Christian? Christian?" Clary calls for her brother. Christian shakes his head from his thoughts and turns to his bright eyed twin. 

"Yeah I guess. You know she just cares a lot about us and being safe." He defends their mother.

Simon chuckles, "So, do you remember in Aliens, when the alien queen was defending her eggs from Ripley?"

"In this scenario, is our mom Ripley or the alien queen?" Clary asks.

"Yeah why are you comparing our mom to either?"

"Both." Simon replies to the twin's confusion.

"What?"

"A mother defending her young." 

"Defending us from what? You'd think she wouldn't be so over protective of Christian. He's twice our size." Clary jokes.

"Yeah but he's a teddy bear." Simon refutes. Christian turns away covering his laugh and blush with a cough. 

"I'm a what now." He questions.

"You don't verse a teddy bear against a grizzly. It's unheard of. Like an Ewok." Christian chuckles and runs his hand through his short hair. 

"So I can't even be Chewbacca. He can kick ass." 

"Besides Chewbacca over here, I spend all day in an art studio. And Christian spends all day helping out mom and Luke. Our lives couldn't be more mundane. Besides, I really don't know much about when she was young." Christian starts to think back and can't recall any times he heard a story of when she was young or any relatives for awkward thanksgiving dinners.

"Oh, just do what I do and get all the dirt from your relatives." Maureen says. Maureen. Christian and her could have been close, but they went onto different paths and liked the same guy. He wished he could be her friend, but it was something that never happened. 

Clary scoffs at her comment. "Well I would if I could, but she doesn't have any. And our ... our dad died before we were born."

"No uncles, no aunts, no third cousins twice removed?" Christian resisted the slight urge to defend his mom's honor. Maureen made it sound like to him like she had some big secret to hide.

"No, just me, Christian, and my mom."

"It's why the Lewis clan has added the four chairs to every seder since pre-school. One for Clary, one for Jocelyn, one for Christian, and one for Elijah." 

"Of course."

"Obviously."

"Yeah," Christian adds with a laugh. 

"You guys don't think that's a little suspicious? You not knowing anything about your family? Your mom could be hiding some deep, dark secret."

"Yeah no, my mom tells me everything, I don't think she can hide secrets." Christian laughed out loud. 

"Yeah, it's not possible, Maureen. Our mother is incapable of concealing anything from us. She's basically Christian's best friend."

"Hey, you make me sound like I don't have friends." Christian says, sounding offended, but joking.

"So you don't reserve your nights for mom sometimes?"

"Of course not."

"Wait is that why you couldn't hang out Thursday?" Simon asks with a smile. Christian gave a shy smile while the other three laughed. 

"That's cute. But you should spend more time out, I'm sure she won't kill you." Maureen offers him.

"I think Christian might have a heart attack, he'd do anything for me and my mom." Christian looked at Simon and the humor that was expressed.

"Okay, we should probably get to the gig? Yeah?" He offers jumping off and holding out his hand for his sister. She rolled her eyes knowingly as she took his hand and had helping getting down. "Don't want you falling munchkin."

"Haha. Get my bag for me from the van please." Opening up the door, he grabbed the bag that lay on the seat. "Oh yeah, Luke told me to give you his gift. Check it out in my bag." Christian opened it up, seeing a wrapped box. 

"What did Luke get you?" Simon asks walking over to him. Christian took the box and ripped the carefully wrapped paper. In the box was a camera and a note. 

Try and find some time for yourself. 

"That's nice. Who got you that?" Maureen asks.

"Luke." Christian answers smiling. He observed the camera, the small details, the matte finish. 

1 year ago

When Clary decided she wanted to try and go to Art school that was right near their home Jocelyn looked at her with such pride. Christian soon after gave her a list of colleges he was thinking about. Each one down the list Jocelyn's face screwed into something of fear.

"You want to dorm?" She asks, her grip tightening onto the laptop.

"Well yeah. There's a lot of cool schools for football, and they say I have a lot of potential. And while I do that I can figure out exactly what I want to do. I'm thinking journalism or something. Or something with sports. What do you think mom?" Christian lists off for her to think. After a pause Jocelyn still didn't speak, her mouth stayed open as if the words of disappointment to Christians' ears couldn't come out. "Is it money? Cause they say that I can get good scholarships."

"No, it's not money, you don't have to worry about that. It's just..." She trailed off putting the laptop to the side. Clary stood in the doorway of her room listening to the conversation happening in the dining room. "Do you have to go far? Why can't you stay in New York like your sister?"

Christian's face drooped in sudden disappointment. That was what Jocelyn tried to avoid but couldn't help the inevitable. She hated to constantly hurt her son with holding him back, to her it seemed like she always held him back from doing things whether with friends or with life.

"But there are some schools in New York there. I wouldn't be that far if I dormed in New York. There are some schools in New York City too."

"Nothing in Brooklyn?"

"I could apply there too."

"But would you go there?" Christian faltered and looked back at the laptop, the work he put into answering the questions. 

"Yeah sure. Of course. I'll go see what I can do." Christian answers with a faint smile grabbing the laptop and heading to his room. 

His heavy footsteps hit against the wood floor as he sees Clary's bright red hair peek from the side. 

"Hey Clary." He says faintly. 

"You know it doesn't matter where you go, you'll do great wherever."

"Yeah I know, I just thought that this time mom would be okay with this." He says sadly, gesturing to the laptop filled with applications to colleges.

Christian blinked away the blurriness in his eyes and looked up to some of the people he was closest with. "Hey, guys, get together, I want to get a picture." There he sat in the van, Clary, Simon, and Maureen all got together, arms wrapped around one another. "Smile." He says before the flash goes off.

"That's a cool gift Luke got you. You can take lots of pictures before you go away." Simon says to him with a pat to the back.

"Well, uh, I actually, I'm staying here." Christian stutters out.

"Oh really. But what about those other acceptances?" Simon wonders in utter confusion. 

"It's just not for me. It's not a right fit right now. My mom needs me and I have to be here for her and Clary. You heard Clary, she's over protective lately." Christian answers with a smile, a fake one where his eyes didn't squint in joy but looked sad and empty.

"Oh well, you'll be great wherever you go and whatever you do. They're lucky to have you."

"Really?" Christian asks full of doubt as Simon grabs his guitar case.

"Yeah of course. You're awesome." Christian smiles silently, trying to resist an urge to blush.

"Come on guys, don't want to make you and Maureen late for your gig." Clary interrupts, holding some of the equipment.

"Hear, sorry Clary, let me grab something." Christian then says, all of them heading to the gig. 

Simon sang his song in the cafe about being forever young, he gazed at Clary, ignoring the softer gazing of the older twin. Christian looked down at his hands and smiled slightly. 

The song ended suddenly and Christian found himself late for the clapping, his loud applause was then heard throughout the small joint, everyone could hear the pride in the claps. 

"Thanks for being our groupies." Maureen jokes with the twins as they head back to the van. 

"Yeah, and thank you Clary for being our artist in residence." 

"Of course."

"Yeah maybe I could be your photographer." Christian laughs turning back seeing Simon with his shirt off momentarily. His eyes widen and he turns his head away. 

"So you went on stage tonight as Champagne Enema." Clary comments. Christian glances back seeing that Simon took his time with the new shirt he had. He sighed turning back and laughing with the others. He wouldn't be some sad crushed boy, he wasn't pathetic.

"I know what were we thinking, right?" 

"But now," Simon interrupts, "we're Rock Solid Panda."

"Yeah we are."

"That's awesome, totally cool!" Christian exclaims, giving a high five to Simon. The name to Christian could have been better, but it suited him and Clary's friend very well.

"Rock Solid Panda, coming up. I'm feeling inspired." Clary grabs the spray cans along with the rest ready to spray the van with new inspiration.

"Hey, what's that tag?" Simon asks Clary. 

"Weird, I didn't even mean to draw that. Second time today."

"That looks like my doodles in my room." Christian comments. Clary glances over at him with a look that seemed like fear to him. "You probably just saw them and copied it without thinking. I'm always coming up with weird symbols. It's freedom from boredom." He laughs it off.

"You know they have confirmed cases of people waking up in the morning speaking French, and they never even studied the language."

"Let's not scare, Clary." Christian laughed. 

"Do you think that's some kind of language."

"Sanskrit, maybe." 

"Yeah, cause Brooklyn twins learned Sanskrit without ever meaning to. Clary, let's call the news, we'll be the feature before the puppies."

"Don't believe me, but people have done it." Maureen jokes. Clary stayed staring at the symbol she tagged on the van while Christian moved on, walking with Maureen and joking. 

"Hey, can you watch where you're going?" Christian hears his sister say. He peeks his head out from behind the door to see her speak with a short blonde.

"You can see me?"

"Yeah, that's kind of the point, but you obviously didn't see me." She tells him. 

"You have the Sight." He just says. Christian moves away from his two friends and approaches the blonde protectively.

"How do I not know who you are?" He asks Clary staring at her in wonder. Christian scoffs at the attractive guys line towards his sister.

"Has that line seriously ever worked for you? Even once." She asks. Christian didn't want to intervene but the guy kept his eye on Clary as if she was some sight. 

He stepped forward and stood beside his sister, his arms crossed in front of the blonde who was shocked to see the tall boy glower at him.

"So you clearly see me. But you were too blind to see her. Apologize and leave, buddy." 

"Jace!" Christian hears a boy yell. This Jace turned his head to the side and then back to the twins before leaving without another word. 

Clary went back to the two mundanes who stood in disbelief. 

"Can you believe that blonde dude?"

Christian scoffed and glared in that direction. "He was weird. What weirdo bumps into someone and then says all that stuff?"

"You mean the imaginary weirdo you two were talking to?" Simon asks. 

"No, the guy right there, running into the club." Clary points out as Christian sees him run into Pandemonium.

"Clary, there's nobody there."

"Yeah, this isn't a funny prank guys, kinda lame. Clearly he was there, we were both talking to him." Christian tries to reason. 

"The guy covered in tats-" Clary tries to explain.

"What guy are you talking about?"

"You guys seriously don't see him?" Clary asks the two. She turns to her twin who was just as confused for different reasons. "You definitely saw him."

"Yeah, wish I didn't he was kind of a jerk."

"Okay, could you stop making us feel insane?"

"Could you two stop acting that way?" Maureen asks back. 

"This is ridiculous. He was right there, we were talking to him."

"Guys, what were in your lattes?" Simon asks the two twins. Clary suddenly moves forward unzipping her green hoodie and taking it off as she moved towards the same direction as the blonde.

"Where are you going?" Simon asks.

"To get some answers." Clary answers throwing the hoodie at Simon before taking off. 

"Remember your fake ID sucks."

"Clary! Wait up!" Christian calls for his sister. He runs forward easily catching up with her and walk easily with her fast pace. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to see the guy. I've been feeling a bit insane recently." She answers, sighing. "Have you felt that way?"

"Not really, except if you count Mom acting weird and our friends not seeing the blonde."

"How come only we could see him?" She asks.

"I don't know, maybe Simon and Maureen have temporary blindness." He offers much to her dismay. "Okay never mind. I don't know. Who cares? Let's just hang out." 

"I want some answers, and I'm going to get them." She tells her brother. 

"Okay fine. I'll help." Simon and Maureen catch up with the two and they enter the club. Christian shoves his way through dancing crowds and drinks sloshing, loud house music blasting through speakers. As they moved their way through the crowd Christian could see the blonde's head and he grabbed his sister's attention. "There! He's right there." He tells her. 

"I'm gonna go fail at getting us some birthday drinks." Simon tells the twins.

"I'm gonna go fail with you." Maureen pulls Simon away, Christian watches as Simon follows Maureen begrudgingly but continues to follow his sister in her pursuit. 

As the two approached the curtain that held where the blonde was, Clary clung onto a man. "Someone works out. Cool contacts." Christian awkwardly followed the two inside. Luckily no one questioned the tall awkward boy who stood out among the crowd in the enclosed area, he didn't think he'd have such luck as his sister did in quickly charming a man to get into the area. The room had lights flashing everywhere 

"Clary, maybe we should leave. This doesn't look safe." Christian warns his sister putting a hand on her arm, beckoning her to leave with him. He turned to go to a more secure area in the upbeat club when he hears his sisters shrill yell.

"WATCH OUT!" She yells towards a woman in a pink dress.. Christian turns back to see her push the woman to a couch.

"Clary!" He yelled out running towards the three.

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A/N: Hey guys! Here's chapter 2! I'm planning on writing chapter 3 real soon since it'll end the pilot episode and we can get more interactions! Comment what you think and answer some questions!  

What do you think of Christian? 

Which relationship do you like most? 

Who do you want to see Christian interact with more? 

Are you excited for Christian to meet Alec?