AN. I thought this might work really :).

Obviously if it doesn't then it doesn't but I liked the idea.

Chapter one

Idris was still celebrating after the defeat of Valentine, and everyone had gathered to see Clary and Jace be rewarded. Not awarded, as mundanes were, with medals they were to be marked with the honour rune. Not many people had that honour so as you can guess it was a huge deal.

My mother had insisted that I put on my best dress, the black one with the sequins. Nearly the whole of Idris had turned up in the square outside the Accords Hall to witness it. Clary and Jace stood boldly in front of everyone holding hands with huge smiles plastered on their faces. Maryse Lightwood stood next to Jace smiling royally. Next to Clary was Lucian Greymark who had his hand placed proudly on her shoulder whilst the other clasped the hand of a tearful Jocelyn Fairchild. Dotted around were Robert, Alex and Isabelle Lightwood all smiling the same relieved smile as everybody else; Idris was a happy place. The newly appointed Inquisitor took centre stage and began to give a speech. A new law had been passed and Downworlders were now allowed to come and go as they pleased, as long as they posed no threat to Shadowhunters. Because of this many Downworlders were also here to see the celebration.

It was a hot day, the sun was shining mercilessly down on us and my black dress was beginning to itch, some of the sequins pressed into my skin uncomfortably. The speech was beginning to bore me but it would be frowned upon to leave the ceremony so I had to stand there for the whole of it and listen to everyone talk when all I wanted to do was to get the damn dress off. I never was a dress person I was always one of the boys when I was little, when other little girls were wearing pretty pink dresses I was climbing trees and giving my dolls skin heads. A problem child is that what my mother used to call me, if she only knew how right she would eventually turn out to be.

I glanced around, I wasn't sure how I actually felt about the whole little gathering it was beginning to bore me completely out of my skull I mean, I was all for the eternal peace thing but how long could it last honestly? Some downworlder would cause havoc and break the new treaty they were putting up and then it would all be the same all over again. I noticed a boy stood not so far away from me looking equally as uncomfortable as I did which was a comfort to me. I wanted to go and talk to him but I couldn't seem to find a way through the compressing crowd. I sat through the whole god damned thing staring at him but at the same time attempting to avoid his eye. He was stood poker straight, something my mother would approve of she was all for manners. His skin was pale but not too pale, like he got just the right amount of sunlight to himself. He was wearing a white suit which was already muddy and worn at the bottom, obviously he had trekked across one of Idris' many fields to get here. He looked at me and smiled and, I know it sounds stupid, but I was instantly hooked.

As the speech ended and the crowd began to disperse I hurried over to where he was stood, against my mother's wishes, she wanted me to go to some decrepit Aunt's house to celebrate. Ha! No fear. Her house smelt like cats and winter nips and plus I needed to see who this boy was. I stopped right in front of him and he didn't really seem to notice me at first until he attempted to walk and saw I was blocking his path.

"Hey," he said, flashing me another one of his breathtaking smiles.

"Hi, um I noticed you glancing at me and I was glancing at you and I just.. I wasn't stood there watching you the whole time, I just wanted to make that clear." I mumbled as I realised I'd just made it painstakingly obvious that I had indeed been watching him from a distance like a weird freaky stalker.

"It's alright." He said, "I was kinda looking at you too, if I'm honest. I mean, how could I not with you... um, wearing that dress. I mean just look at the way the sequins catch the sun it's.. enchanting." He finished with as much embarrassment as I felt, and I doubted he'd just been looking at my sequins.

"I'm Indie," I said wanting to get over the awkwardness I liked this boy.

"I'm Jack," he answered.

After that little conversation my mother pulled me away, if looks could kill I'd be dead. I knew I'd had to leave or I'd never see Jack again. That night I couldn't get him out of my head he swam round and round flashing me that smile at regular intervals, his teeth gleamed at me in my dreams. I was boarder lining obsession and I knew it. I couldn't fall in love again not after last time it was just too painful and all lads were complete idiots. Weren't they?