Characters are the great Cassandra Clare's, hail Mrs Clare! Please review and I will update soon.

Clary's POV

"Clary! How many times do I need to tell you? That duck almost succeeded in biting off my face." Jace was yelling, he flashed me a crocked smirk, "Do not start feeding it my sandwiches too!"

"Oh, I'm sorry - do you want these?" I asked and then promptly shoved them into his face. As the sandwich's remains slid down his laughing face – he picked up a handful of grapes and squished them into my hair. By now we were receiving the strangest of looks from the passer-bys, who were walking through central park.

"Hmmm, you really can't do an angry look, can you Clary?" he said whilst I did my best to give him a superior scowl.

"Well, you're going to have to explain to Izzy, when we get home, to why I have grapes dripping down her jacket!"

"She'll understand, a duck once tried to steal her whip."

"Oh yeah, really?"

"Hmmm, mann did that duck taste good!"

"I'm not even going to ask," I said wryly, "Are we going to do even a bit of training today then?"

He looked at me with those golden eyes of his. I could still see some of the flames under his skin, it made me sigh. Surrounding our merry picnic; the casual flow of city life sounded. It had been a week since Jace had been discharged from the infirmary and my training had restarted, boy was life sweet.

"Yeah, I suppose so." He said reluctantly, "First though, please let me go and kill that duck."

I rolled my eyes and got up, "Fine but just don't blame me if you're arrested for the innocent murder of a harmless duck!"

He smiled and then was gone in the blink of the eye to have his revenge. I collected the picnic things and then trudged to the magical warded section of the park to start my training.

It was quiet in the Shadow hunter section of the park, only the odd bird would venture into sight – swooping and singing on the branches of the marked trees. I remember the last time I was here. The Seelie Queen had appeared and had one of her lectures about favours, frankly I don't remember – or care really.

I found a cute little nook hidden in the bank swaddled by russet trees. The greens, yellows and teak browns called for me to paint them, I haven't even thought about painting since the whole 'Cut me and you cut him ordeal'. Putting down the hamper and weapons bag, I contemplated how very much this place reminded me of Narnia. If only Aslan would jump out and let me….

"Goddamit Clary, I've been calling you for ages!" Quickly I spun only to see Jace, unruffled, but somehow dragging a dying demon in one hand and the duck in the other. "Just once; I would like to visit your head and see what is so fascinating that you can't pay attention when I'm flaunting my kill!"

Startled; "Yeah, Yeah Jace your amazing, I know. What," Pointing at the demon, which instantly disappeared in a black cloud, "was that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Seeming smug; "Caught that little beggar eating a butterfly. First the humans and now the wildlife – immoral creatures of darkness!"

"A butterfly today, tomorrow our butts – we need to train!"

"Finally you are actually enthusiastic about training! I thought I was going to force you to train for eternity." Sarcasm dripped from his grin, he picked up a sword.

Turning away so he couldn't see my smirk, I picked up another sword. Twisting it in my hand – I said, "I bet you'd love that."

"Hell yeah I would!"

I lunged towards him. Everything disappeared in a black smog.