...He asks Clary for favors

DISCLAIMER: Every morning I wake up and think: I WANT TO OWN MORTAL INSTRUMENTS SOOOOO BADLY!

Clary picked up the phone

"Hey, you busy?"

The familiar rush of excitement that always accompanied the sound of Jace's voice hit her.

"No, why?"

"Great. Marse and Izzy are off doing something or another, and Alec's off with Magnus." He laughed, "Only the Angel knows what they're doing."

Clary sighed. "Could it be that Jace Lightwood actually does need a friend?"

She heard Jace scoff. "Not a chance. I pride myself in being fiercely independent. And besides, I have a favor to ask of you."

"And what might that be?"

"Well you'll just have to come and find out, won't you."

"So what is this favor?"

"I'm not sure how much you'll like it, but I want to learn how to draw."

Clary couldn't help but laugh. "That is what you called me for? To learn how to draw?"

"Well as of late I've been finding myself bored more and more often, and-"

"And you decided to learn how to draw? Why not read a book or something?"

Jace smiled is usual crooked grin. "A picture's worth a thousand words, so they say. Anyways, f I can kill with a pencil it shouldn't be that much harder to draw with one."

"Well, let's see what you've got."

Clary watched as Jace stared blankly at the paper in front of him. She smiled to herself. This was certainly not the sarcastic, arrogant Jace she knew. It was the other Jace that she had seen so rarely. The Jace that didn't know what EBay was or what YouTube was or how to use a can opener.

"Lo and behold! My masterful work of art is now complete!"

Clary looked up at the drawing, then at Jace. "It looks like a carrot. A flaming carrot shish kabob."

Jace stared back at her for a second, aghast. "Well you got the flames right. And the shape right. But I wasn't drawing Isabelle's cooking, I was drawing a seraph blade."

Clary sighed. Leave it to a Shadowhunter to draw a weapon. However instead of commenting on that, she just said,

"It's generally better to see what you're drawing in front of you."

"Well that's easy enough. Sansanvi!" he called and expertly twirled the blade around his finger before setting it down on the table on top of his drawing.

Immediately the blue flames started eating away at the page until all that was left was a pile of ash and a faint scorch mark.

"Hey!" Clary said accusingly. "You knew that would happen."

Jace shrugged. "I thought it would be better for us all if I burned that sorry attempt and all other evidence. Easier on the eyes that way."

Just then the elevator opened.

"We're back!" Isabelle called. "Why does it smell like something's burning?"

"Probably still smelling the delicious breakfast you blessed us all with this morning. I think it was thanks to those blessings that we're all still alive," Jace retorted with a smirk.

Smiling, Clary started asking "What was for-" but was silenced by three looks; Jace's alarmed golden glance, Marse's laughing brown eyes, and Isabelle's dangerous dark glare.