Yeah, just a little fic to help me finish this next chapter of Parenting. Everyone at my house has a cold so why not make a couple MI characters sick?

Enjoy! Cassie Clare (c) Mortal Instruments

"Izzy. It's green." Clary pointed out, her gaze fixed on the boiling paste residing in the pot.

Isabelle frowned, stirring the pots mixture throughly. "So?"

"So I'm NOT eating it." The paste bubbled ominously, like it was daring Clary's taste buds. They were not up for the challenge.

"Mom said it's a surefire cure!" Isbelle's smile was cheerful as she ladled a glop of goo into a pristine white bowl and held it out to her fellow shadowhunter. "Do you want to keep throwing up?"

Clary wrinkled her nose in digust. It smelled even worse up close. "It looks and SMELLS like something I did."

Clearly not believing her, Izzy took a quick sniff and almost dropped the bowl. Pinching her nose with a thumb and forefinger, she gingerly set the bowl on the granite countertop. "Okay, okay, so it doesn't smell great. But what did you really expect of stomach flu cure?"

Raising an eyebrow Clary replied, "For it not to look like barf?"

"You shouldn't have such high expectations for Isabelle's cooking, you'll only set yourself up for disappointment." Jace laughed as he waltzed into the kitchen, a crooked smile playing across his face. His pale gold hair was wet and he had thrown on a thin black t-shirt with loose gray sweatpants that contrasted just perfect with his naturally tanned skin. Too bad Clary wasn't speaking to him at the moment or it would have been hard not to just go up and kiss him.

Isabelle glared bafully at her adopted brother. "It is so rude to insult the person thats trying to help you fathead!"

Jace frowned and reached up to finger his scalp. "My head is not fat in any way." He stated indignately.

Clary snorted. "Of course not. It's just full of CRAP!"

With a frown Jace started toward Clary and tried to wrap an arm around her. She sidestepped him though, ending up closer to Isabelle. This made Isabelle leaped up onto the counter, her legs swinging off the sides. "Love you Clary, but I don't touch sickies."

Clary scowled up at her, pointing in Jace's direction. "Blame him for giving me the stomach flu!"

"You didn't have to kiss me." The accused added, running his fingers through his hair.

Clary turned on him. "I didn't kiss you. You kissed me!"

"No reason to blame the good looking one in the room."

Hands on hips, Clary leaned forward. "You are such a-"

At that moment Isabelle, stuck a spoonful of green glop into both Jace and Clary's mouths. She grinned triumphantly as the two gagged, but swallowed the mixture. Clary was rubbing her hand over her tounge and Jace was glaring at her. "WHAT THE HELL ISABELLE?"

"My work here is done." Izzy proclaimed, rubbing her hands together. "See ya later lovebirds."

Jace and Clary exchanged a look. "Remind me to vomit on her next time I get a stomachbug." Jace said.

Clary smiled and wrapped her arms around his slim waist. She kissed under his jaw. "Deal."

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~Elizem18