*All the characters from The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare and her incredible mind. Nothing will ever be owned by the author of this story. ;)*

People have been telling me to do a TMI fanfic and well, here it is. This is a small prologue. Hopefully the next chapters will become longer as the plot grows. ;) I want to thank BlodeHairBlueEyes14 and 07XReflectional for reading this and telling me it was worth it. ;D

I usually don't work with songs to get me in the mood, but for this particular chapter there was one that kind of helped me.

Look After You - The Fray

Enjoy ;)

~Prologue~

This better be worth it, Jace thought as he gazed at his new house. Two story with what looked like modern architecture. He started pulling boxes out of the moving van to take inside the empty house.

Today was Sunday. He always said, "Sunday's the day God rests and so do I!" Unfortunately that wasn't going to be a possibility today.

The Lightwood family had just moved from Minnesota. Isabelle felt like her parents had betrayed her by making her start a new life without all of her friends. Always the Drama Queen. Alec took it okay, although he was going to Nationals in Track back home. Although he didn't show it, he knew Alec. He was disappointed. As for Jace, he was okay. He really didn't care if they moved or not. He was the captain in the soccer team, but that's nothing. They were all doing sacrifices for Maryse. Minnesota was flooded with memories of him.

Jace had been frustrated the entire ride. He just couldn't stand being confined in a car too long. He was always fidgeting with whatever he could find. Nervous habit, they would say. He just couldn't stay still. He wouldn't have been like that if He had been in the ride too…

Jace was brought back from his reverie by someone cursing behind him. Turning around, he found Isabelle glaring at her heel in one hand while holding her boot in the other. From the corner of his eye he could see Alec's dark head going inside the house.

Finally taking his frustration out on his sister, "Isabelle, we are moving, not going to a fashion show. Couldn't you wear something more appropriate?" Isabelle changed her glare from the heel to Jace. Her charcoal eyes were unreadable which was scary. Jace always found it easy to read Isabelle. She wasn't that hard. She was the girl you never wanted to cross paths with, but deep inside, her heart was warm. She tossed her long hair on back of her shoulder and sent daggers at Jace with her eyes.

"Well Jace, as my motto says: Look presentable at all times or you might be confused with a hobo. Besides, it's not like I'm dressing fancy!" Jace just looked at her incredulously taking in her expensive jeggings and one-shoulder purple blouse. Not saying anything about her four-inch black knee boots, of course. "Look, this shirt is totally last season just like these jeggings. And for these crappy boots, I bought them two months ago. If I was aiming for fancy I would have gotten something fro-"

"Okay. Okay! I get it." Jace cut through Isabelle's speech. Before she tried to demand him into taking her boxes up to her room, he grabbed a sweater from an open box of his clothes and took off. He passed by Robert telling him he was going for walk. He needed time to think. To breath. He nodded and Jace pulled his hood over his head. He didn't want to attract attention from New York City teenage girls.

He was observing his surroundings. He had never been to New York and if he had before, he was too young and still not with the Lightwoods. The pieces he was seeing from the city were okay to him. He thought of New York City as 'too crowded'. People were darting out of boutiques and onto another. Coming from a small town, there were far too many people for his liking, but he would have to learn to cope.

Maryse had gone off to the flower shop right when they had started taking the boxes out complaining the place was far too white. Jace liked it that way, clean. But he knew Maryse was just looking for a distraction. She couldn't afford a breakdown. Not now.

He walked more with no purpose or goal. He passed a few coffee shops and comic stores, only casing to bring more memories. Painful memories. He sped through those when he passed by one. He stopped dead on his tracks when he saw a hoard of people dressed in black coming out of what looked to be a funeral house. Another flood of memories came back to him, but he couldn't force himself to leave.

Two people were thanking everybody for coming. One, a man, whose misery was quite evident in those blue eyes that tried and failed to hide behind his askew glasses. He wore a black flannel shirt, and by the droop of his shoulders, Jace could tell he was devastated.

The other person, much shorter, a girl, he observed. She wore black skinny jeans with converse and an oversized black sweater. Her hood was drawn to cover up her face but a few red curls managed to escape.

When everybody left, her knees buckled, causing her to fall in the foot of the stairs. Holding her head in her hands, she started shaking, crying. The man sat next to her and hugged her close while cried. The scene in front of Jace seemed way too intimate for him to be watching but he just couldn't tear his eyes away from the heartbreaking image.

Suddenly, as if she knew he was there, she made eye contact with him. Her face was covered in shadows so the only things he could see were her eyes. Those green eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying. But they didn't waver from his. He found himself running away, back home. But he was sure of one thing; he would never forget those green eyes. Ever.

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