I don't own anything having to do with any of the amazing Cassandra Clare's work. Just borrowing for fun stories.
Four years had passed since the Dark War. Four years had flown by in some ways for Clary. She had spent them training, fighting and learning. When the dust had settled Jocelyn had insisted that Clary take time away from Jace to, "Get some perspective on her life." She had insisted that she liked Jace and if Clary came back sure that he really was the one then she would accept it. So Clary had stayed with some friends of the Penhollows in Paris for 6 months. The time away had been amazing and torturous. She loved the art and how amazing everything in the city was. But as per the rules her mother had set down she couldn't talk to Jace, which had been torture. She would get little updates from Izzy. So she knew he was just as miserable and had been out demon hunting every moment he could to keep his mind off it.
She had gotten why her mother had wanted her to take a step back from Jace and look at things. They had had a very complicated and fast start to their relationship. They had meet with her watching him kill a demon, then had found out they were siblings, then they weren't, he'd died, he'd been possessed and then they had their night in the demon realm right before she killed her brother. She guessed it could be easy to assume there was more to their relationship then there was because of the life threatening way shadowhunters worked.
But she had thought long and hard about it. It hadn't been out of necessity or some trick. He was the sarcastic, wounded, stubborn and loving man she had fallin in love with. There was no going back for her and unless he didn't want her anymore. Though he was there waiting when she had gotten off the plane. He had been waiting just passed the security check point. As soon as she saw him and his golden eyes had met hers she was pushing through the crowd and throwing herself into his arms. His arms had caught he and crushed her to him. "Clary," he had breathed, " please don't leave me again."
She had pulled back and looked him in the eyes, "Never."
On Clary's 18th birthday she had declared herself a shadowhunter and a member of the New York clave. It had been a bit of a process because her birth wasn't part of the clave's records. Her mother had to go before the clave to 'confirm' Clary was her daughter and could take the name Fairchild instead of Morganstern. Clary had decided she wouldn't hide who her father and brother were but she didn't want to flaunt it either. The information had been added to the records so Clary could be a member of the clave and if she ever married, she would need that record to get a marriage certificate.
Now it was a few days before her 21st birthday. Izzy had told her that she was going to through her a birthday dinner. She had sworn she was going to have it delivered from a nice restaurant and not actually touch the food. Simon had graduated the month before from the academy and had resumed his relationship with Izzy. He had enough of his memories to know people and how he felt. They had written and she had visited him while he was at school. Clary and Simon had even gone out on their own on patrol. It was new but amazing for Clary to have a piece of her past in her new life. He had filled out and had muscles. He was still long and lean but he defiantly had grown into himself. Tonight Izzy, Simon, Jace and Clary were going out on patrol.
