This idea has just been going through my head this week so today I decided to do something about it:)

Summary: Clary used to be very close with her stepbrother Jace, but after a series of incidents they have drifted apart. But when tragedy strikes they're pushed in the same direction- each other. Will they get back what they once had?

Disclaimer: I do not own TMI, (kind of depressing), all rights to Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 1: The beginning

Clarissa Fray's earliest memory was of the day she met her step brother. The weather had been horrible. It had been raining the whole morning and a three year old Clary was laying on the floor in her room. Color pencils were spread all over the floor, each brightening up the boring wooden floor.

Clary was in deep concentration, trying to make the flower she was drawing look more like a flower than a couple of circles crossing each other. Her fiery red hair falling down in her green esmerald eyes. Clary found this very annoying and repeatedly tried to blow it away from her sigh.

She didn't notice her mother Jocelyn entering the room.

"Clary darling, Stephen's here and there's someone I want you too meet." Jocelyn was standing in the doorway and looking at her daughter with pure adoration as she spoke. Even though Clary was in deep consentration, she jumped up at the sight of her mother, who so easily walked over and picked her up in her arms. Clary wrapped her arms safely around her mothers neck, pulling herself closer to her.

"Did Stephan bring me something?," Clary asked innocently.

Stephen was her mothers friend and Clary actually liked him. She wasn't sure if she liked it when she saw him cuddling in the kitchen. She was her mom after all. But he did have some good things about him. One time he had even bought her a box full of paint and pencils. Because Clary was three, it didn't bother her that her love was clearly being bought. She was the one who got pencils.

"Actually, yes. He did bring something and I want you to meet him." Her mothers voice was soft. Him? Clary thought to herself. Maybe she was getting a puppy? She really wanted one and she had asked for one earlier this morning, but her mother had said no. She hated it when she said no. No was a mean word.

Clary was surprised when she saw what it was Stephan had brought. Stephen usually came alone. That day he stood there, his hair a blonde gold color like normal, his eyes blue, and most definitely not alone.

Clary's eyes went almost instantly to the boy standing next to Stephan. The boy was obviously his son. His golden blonde hair, the shape of his face, even his eyelashes were the same as his fathers, just not the eyes. The boys eyes were a bright amber. His eyes are pretty, Clary had though as her mother had sat her down on the floor, right in front of the boy.

The boy was looking at her, his amber eyes uncertain. Clary was uncertain herself. Was she supposed to say something?

Maybe she should say her name? Her mother had always told her that telling your name was a good way to make friends.

"Clary", she said simply, her eyes never leaving the young boy in front of her.

The boy smiled, showing almost all of his teeth. Clary couldn't help but smile back.

"Jace," the boy responded proudly. "Do you want to go play?" Jace's voice was full of excitement. Clary decided she liked this boy.

Clary didn't hesitate before answering 'yes' and running off, knowing very well he would chase her. She had no idea what she had just gotten herself into. And who she had just met.

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Okay, I know it's short, but the next chapters will definitely be longer..

Should I keep writing this? What did you think?

R&R:)

~Jess