CLARY POV

"That was one of the most fun weddings I've ever been to," Jace looked over to me. He was driving me home to the Institute. Since Jocelyn and Luke just got married and they were going on their honeymoon soon I was staying in the Institute to make their lives easier.

"How many weddings have you actually been to?" I asked him.

"Well... counting this one," his gaze flicked over to me.

"You have never been to a wedding before have you?" I retorted.

"Umm... Sadly, no," Jace just hung his head in a sarcastic look of shame.

"I didn't think so."

The rest of the drive "home" was quiet, not an awkward silence but a nice peaceful and thoughtful quiet.

JACE POV

I volunteered to give Clary a ride home, to the Institute, but I wasn't really planning on taking her there. I had a surprise in store for her. I was just hoping she would like it.

I past the Institute and she started to get flustered, "You said you weren't drunk? Why are you passing the Institute? Bring me home right now! What are you doing?" she voice got louder with each word and she started to turn beet red.

"Just wait, I have a surprise for you... I think you will like it." I just smiled that wicked grin that turned her angry side on.

"You know I hate surprises..." she was silently cussing me out, I could tell from the look on her face.

"Oh, fine... do you really want me to tell you?" I asked. I hated her being mad at me. I couldn't stand the little look on her face that she got. The look where she was so angry that was she almost grinning because her face was so strained, she would also turn a beet red almost the color of her hair and her green eyes would be an even more brilliant green.

CLARY POV

"JACE HERONDALE, PULL THE CAR OVER RIGHT NOW AND EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!" I was having such a good night until Jace decided that I would like a surprise.

"Fine..." he sounded almost disappointed. Maybe he did have a genuinely good surprise waiting for me.

He pulled off on the side of the road into the little parking lot of an apartment building.

"So..." Jace started. His gaze flicked down... he didn't want to tell me. I could tell.

"Never mind. I'm sorry, Jace, just take me where ever you want to take me."

"Well... Okay, just follow me." He pulled me out of the car behind him. We walked into the lobby of the apartments.

He walked up a couple of flights of stairs, and I was out of breath from by the time we were at the top.

"Where are you taking me." I was really confused but I told Jace that he could take me where he wanted to.

He slipped a key out of his pocket and into the plain wooden door we were standing in front of. He twisted the key and the door swung open. He held his hand out for me to step in, hesitantly I did.

"Jace Herondale, please," I begged him, "Tell me what we are doing here. I really don't understand."

His face twisted into an amazing grin, and he spoke, "I thought that if you would like, we could live here. We would still train in the Institute but we could live here. I mean until we both get our lives on an actual path?" I could tell he was expectantly waiting an answer. "I mean the Dark War is over, why not? We would still train in the Institute." He looked up from staring at the floor to my face. I guess he thought I didn't want this place because he said, "If this one doesn't work for you we could always live in a different apartment. Or if you don't want to do it all together that is fine too."

"Oh Jace." I was speechless. I ran over to him and gave him a friendly hug, then a peck on the cheek. "Yes... this place will do just fine for now. I will stay here. I'm so excited."

A big grin lit up his face and both of us were exhausted and ready to go to bed in our new apartment.

When I woke up I reached over to kiss Jace but found his side of our new bed empty. Though in his place I found a little note:

Clary,

I made breakfast... have some if you like; I will be back by nine.

Jace...

I took the note and read it. Then went to our little kitchen and saw the box of cereal and a bowl out... I need to teach that boy how to make something other than cereal... setting out a bowl and the box of cereal does NOT count as making breakfast. I silently vowed to myself that next time he and I were together I was teaching him to make pancakes or something.

I sat down on the couch and started eating the breakfast that Jace "made me" and watched TV. I found the news and started watching it. But three minutes in I was being depressed by all the bad things on TV and I was done with my "homemade" breakfast, so I turned it off

It was only eight-thirty so I picked up my sketchbook and started drawing. It wasn't long before I felt a light kiss on my head and turned around to see Jace. He looked sweaty so I figured that he had been working out somewhere.

I looked into his golden eyes and saw that something was clouding them. I figured it was nothing but my imagination so I turned back to my drawing.

"What are you drawing?" Jace asked. He was being his usual nosy self.

I pulled my book up to my chest, turned around, and said, "Nothing that you need to see until you have a shower," I poked him on the nose.

He huffed and walked off. I heard the shower turn on and five minutes later it turn off. Jace walked out and into the room fully dressed and showered.

"Now... let me see it."

I turned it around so that he was looking at a blank page. He gave me a frown and said, "Am I the only one not able to see it? Did you create a new rune, the 'make-sure-Jace-can't-see-Clary's-artwork rune?'" his voice was smothered in sarcasm.

I saw the cloud of worry come back into Jace's eyes. I figured I better ask what this is about. "What is wrong? Where did you go this morning? Did something happen?" I asked.

"No... Umm... it is nothing... you... umm... need to worry about."

Oh, now it is something I need to worry about, when Jace starts stuttering I start wondering.

"What is it?" I asked with more urgency.

"Well..."

I almost had it out of him.

"Well... what?"

"There might be some problem with someone..."

"Someone who?" I asked.

"I mean... he might be known as your brother..."

I questioned his logic for a second then looked him in the eye and said, "You mean Jonathan is back?"

He nodded.