Hey! I decided to try and write something completely out of my comfort zone. Crazy, I know, but it will be fun to try and challenge myself. Reviews will help – tell me what I need to work on and stuff. Alright, enough blabbering – he's my story.

I do not own MI – though, like most of you, I wish I did.

Summery: Jace finds Clary's old diary and reads it. He's surprised to read her words from when she was young.

Jace POV

I laughed as I heard Clary's grunts from inside the house. We were just moving in to our new home in the country. Luke offered to help us move all our boxes in, but Clary and I both refused. Clary was struggling a bit with her latest box – probably my weapons.

"You okay?!"

Clary answered with another grunt, but in a chirpier tone. I laughed and pulled out another box from our car. I noticed it was heaver than most and the cardboard was falling apart in places; like it had been opened and closed one too many times. It was Clary's and she had taped it shut; really shut.

"Huh?"

Being me, I just had to take a peek. I brought it upstairs to our new room and waited to hear that Clary was outside. I slowly opened the box and took a quick peek – there were books and video tapes, pictures and posters; even a small blanket. I slowly unpacked the box and looked at every photo and every little drawing from Clary's younger years. There was a photo of her when she was 9. Her and Simon were sitting on a couch smiling at something away from the camera. Her red hair in two braids; with wispy bits curling around her face. Clary looked so beautiful; my baby angel. Her eyes were bright green, indicating that she was having a good time. I looked at Simon and held back loud laughter. Simon looked so… (There was really no other way to put it) dorky. His glasses were tilted on his nose and his hair was all messed up. He was still Simon though.

"Honey? Are you going to help me or not?"

I heard Clary coming up the stairs – I quickly went out of our room and shut the door.

"Yep! Just taking a toilet break"

Clary came up the steps and stopped at the top. Her hair was in two braids like in the picture; but her face wasn't as round like it used to be. She wore her mum's old overalls that had holes in the knees and paint all over it. She looked beautiful, but this wasn't innocent beauty – no, it was like a flower that had bloomed. She was a women now and I was all hers and she had given me her.

"What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?"

Her small hand went up to her cheek to check it. I laughed and bought her downstairs to finish unpacking.

Clary was going back to New York that night to say her final goodbyes to Luke and Jocelyn and her half – sister, Nadia. I was going to stay to unpack and settle in a bit. I said goodbye to her at 6:00 and watched her drive off. She was going to call me when she got there, until then; I had to unpack. Great.

I was halfway through a box when I remembered the picture – Clary's box.

I ran upstairs and went straight to our bedroom where the box was in the corner – untouched by anyone else. I went through every picture and every birthday card she had inside that box. I was saving the videos for later that night. I came along a book at the bottom of the box; it was old and had no title. I opened it and saw that on the first page was a drawing. It was of a castle with a lake and bridge. Underneath the drawing there were two words in elegant handwriting.

My Diary

I smiled to myself.

"This ought to be good"