Hallmark's snow bride and mortal instruments mash-up, if i get some review i'll probably continue! I know I have a ton of stories, but one of them are getting the spark...if you know what I mean. Though new chapters will be up soon!I love everyone who views! And I don't own the Mortal instruments, even If i wish I did.

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Her computer was placed precariously on her lap, the blank page begging for her attention. But no hook came to mind, even when a story was fresh in her mind. She'd spent forever researching the subject, and gathering juicy details, but the story ended up being a dead end, nothing interesting. So here she was with an uninteresting story on her hands, her boss ready to look over her without a second glance.

She needed the position, the promotion that would allow some spending room, on top of her rent bill. She just wished she didn't have such a dreadful subject. Her boss just insisted she do the bad stories, and that never allowed her to prove herself. She was still a novice to him, Clary Fray, the beginner. And it frustrated her beyond words.

Papers were strewn across her lap, quotes and photographs featuring a middle aged man demanding publicity. She groaned in dread. This was going to be a difficult few paragraphs.

At least she had dinner with Simon to look forward to, her life long best friend, the only one who would listen to her. She had heard he was going out with someone new, and couldn't wait for details. Just when she was about to start sobbing, her boss sauntered into her office space, looking bewildered. His bushy eyebrows were pressed together, taunting.

"I have a new story for you, Fray." He said, and a piece of paper floated onto her desk.

"What...oh god did the Hanson's poodle get a shave again? Or better yet...did the Fitzgerald's finally get matching lumberjack outfits?" She spoke without thinking, and hoped her boss wouldn't smite her down, but when she said it she just thought about how mad she was.

"No...we've received reports about the Lightwood family...all want you on the case." He said.

"...The lightwoods have a dog?" she asked. He just shook his head with an irritated look.

"Do you want a chance or not? This is big news." He insisted.

"I can't just go and interview the Lightwoods." She said.

"Well think of a cover story and follow them around. Make sure to get pictures." He said, with a smug smile.

"I don't know..." She said

"You have till tomorrow to figure it out then." He said.

"Alright." she answered hesitantly.

Was this really happening? A story worth a bother?

Her hands wrapped around the steaming cup, and she hoped the warmth of the coffee cup might somehow bleed out into her whole body. Simon had yet to arrive, and she was beginning to wonder if he would show up or not. He'd never skipped their meeting before. Well, it might have been the way she had told him she didn't return his feelings a few weeks ago, something she thought he would have already forgiven her for. She slumped back in her seat, the cool air seemingly cutting in to her bones. After losing her brother and Father, she was going to lose Simon her best friend as well?

Just as she was going to get the bill, The door swung open, and a familiar figure stomped through the door, a flush painted across his cheekbones from the bitter cold. He wore a spreading grin as he made his way towards her, his back sraight and his eyes bright. What had brought on this new found confidence? He sat down across from her in the booth, his grin widening.

"So...what's up?" He said, more cheery than usual.

"Um...I got a new job chance...a really good juicy story on this celebrity family who's probably stuck up and...Ugh! I just don't know if I can do it. I don't think I can gather dirt on some people i don't know and post it worldwide! On the other hand, I can barely pay rent...while these people are probably spending two hundred grand a day...sitting on their couches watching themselves on TV while eating tortilla chips...with salsa...and rice and beans on the side!"

"Are you Hungry Fray?" Simon asked.

"What do you think though?" She said.

"What are we talking...the kardashians?" He asked.

"Well...not exactly...but close enough. One of the kids is constantly throwing herself at boys...and one of them seems full of himself...and the other one satys ut of the radar so...there might be something good there. But they're all celebrities." She said.

"Clary, you might not realize this right now. But these people probably have alot at stake here, and you're not considering all of the possibilities. I'm sure those people have alot going on...and not everything's black and white."

"I hate it when you're right." She said, stirring her coffee.

"I still think you should do the story, though." He said.

"What?" She said disbelievingly.

'"I know it seems contradictory, but you should. I don't want you to be living under a cardboard box your whole life. And it's your job." He said.

"Yeah...It's going to be good I can tell." She said.

"Yep." He answered, waving a waitress ordered his usual of hot chocolate.

"So what's put you in this happy mood?" She asked.

"Well...I got a girlfriend." He said.

"Well...I never thought I'd see the day." She said with a light tone, and he punched her in the arm lightly.

"She's really amazing, her name's Mariella, and she has long black hair...totally amazing." Simon said with a dreamy look in his eyes.

"You said amazing twice." She pointed out, a grin spread along across her features.

"I know." He said, his smile infectious.

"Well, I'm happy for you." She said.

"Thanks Fray." He said.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later, I've got to go get a story!" She said with mock enthusiasm.

"Good Luck. It's a battle field out there."