Okay, this is (obviously) a fanfic about Mortal Instruments. I hope you guys like it, tell me what you think. Oh, this is about 2 years after the events of CoG. (Right? Because here Clary is 18, so it's been 2 years right? Eh, who cares.)

Enjoy!

Simply,

Sam.

Disclaimer:

Me: It's obvious, they already know!

Random guy in mask: Say it out loud!

Me: But they already know! I'm not telling!

Random guy in mask takes off mask, revealing Zach from the Gallagher Girls series*: How about now? Will you tell them now?

Me: Honey, you are hot, but form the description I've read about you, you're more like a pretty-boy type of hot. At least, from what I remember. I need to read the second one again.

*Another random guy in a mask randomly walks out of nowhere towards us*: Tell them.

Me: NO!

*Second random guy in mask takes off mask revealing none other than Mr. Solomon, smokin' hot spy teacher!* (Just picture Dr. McSteamy from Grey's Anatomy all in black. Yeah. Smokin'): How about now?

Me: *Drool* I don't own the character or the idea, Cassandra Clare does. All I own is this particular plot.

: So, you like what you see?

Me: Yeah, you're like a tough kind of hot, I like that.

Solomon/McSteamy: Really? *Getting closer to me*

Richard Castle: *Jumps out of nowhere, right in between Solomon/McSteamy and me* I really am ruggedly handsome, aren't I?

Clary looked at Jace and as much as she wanted to drop everything and stay here with him, she still nodded. "I'm completely sure, Jace."

"Why? Why do you have to go all the way to France just so you can get 'tutored' by some artists? Why France? It's half way around the world!" Then he thought of her parents. Surely Luke, at least, opposed to this idea. "Well, what about your parents? I'm sure they don't want you going either!"

"Jace, everyone has encouraged me to go, my parents practically packed my suitcases for me. Everyone says it's a great chance. Why is it that Simon has encouraged me but my own boyfriend hasn't?"

"Clary, you won't be as protected over there as you are here. You'll be around mundies, not around Shadowhunters! You'll be in harms way at all times."

"Jace, I'll be staying at the local institute there, I've already told you that! Jace, give me an honest reason, why don't you want me to go? Why can't you just be happy for me, like everyone else?"

Jace looked at Clary, and tried to answer that question silently. Why? Because he wouldn't be able to stand waking up and not having Clary's flaming red hair fanned out on the pillows. He wouldn't be able to stand not seeing Clary's face as she wakes up and her face takes on a look of amazement as she looks at the normal things around her, making her want to draw them. He wouldn't stand not being able to see Clary's face of concentration, as she's drawing, or the fierce look she gets when she's fighting, or the way she gets excited when she sees one of her pieces hung up in a local gallery, or in the doctors office that bought it.

He wouldn't be able to stand living without her. He looked at her, in that moment, as the light shining in through a window surrounded her, creating a halo effect and making her look more angelic than she already did. He wanted to run towards her, making the distance between them smaller, and throw his arms around her and tell her that he loves her, but he didn't. He just stood there, looking at her, thinking about the question.

"Jace, answer me." Clary had a pleading look in her eyes, silently asking him to come up with a good reason. She didn't want to leave, she really didn't, but so far, everyone had told her to go, and now that Jace was asking her not to, she wanted a good reason, one that the others would accept. Pregnancy would be a good one, but nine months from then, if the baby hadn't shown up, there would have been questions. Plus, she was only 18, much too young to become a mother, at least in her eyes. "Jace, please." She asks him again. Slowly, she lets the disappointment she'd been feeling loose, and her eyes threaten to tear up. He couldn't come up with a good reason.

Jace sighed then, he loved her, but coming up with a plausible reason was hard. He could come up with a bunch of little ones, like how everything they serve in France is made out of snail, or like how no one there shaves, or uses deodorant, but he knew she wouldn't fall for those. He knew she wouldn't take those as good reasons. He saw Clary's eyes brighten, but not in the way they did when she was excited, but in the way they did when she was disappointed, as if she were going to cry.

"Jace." She said once again, and Jace could clearly hear the pleading tones in her voice, but still, he couldn't say what he really wanted to. He couldn't seem to get the words out. He couldn't make a sound; he couldn't do anything but stare at her. That's when he came up with something, a stupid, idiotic something, that he should have known wouldn't work, but still, he had to try something. He had to say something to make her stay.

"Clary, if you go now, I won't wait for you. When you come back I'll have moved on. So choose, me or France?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he shouldn't have said them. He knew how stupid and idiotic they were. He knew, but yet that make him open his mouth to apologize, it just made him become stubborn. She was going to answer this, and he was going to learn how she really felt about him.

Clary was very disappointed in Jace. He wasn't supposed to say something so stupid! He was supposed to say something romantic, something about how he'd miss her, or something along those lines, but not this. Not this… threat. She silently shook her head. "Jace. Why? You know what I'm going to say, so why?" She looked up at him, and saw the look in his eyes, the look that said he was extremely sorry, but he was going to stand his ground. Clary sighed. "Jace, I choose France." She turned and hit the button for the elevator.

Jaces' eyes widen in shock as she turned and hit the button for the elevator. He knew, she was right, he knew she was going to pick France. How stupid could he be? Why couldn't he have just said that it was because he was going to miss her? Why could he have just been like those guys in the sappy romantic movies that say they'll miss the girls' smile or something? He opened his mouth, but then closed it. He wasn't sure what he should say. He wanted to call her back, to tell her to stay, but, once again, it seemed like his mouth wasn't functioning.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Clary stood there for two seconds, hoping Jace might stop her, but he didn't. She stepped into the elevator with her luggage, then turned to look at Jace before the doors closed.

As the elevator doors shut closed, Jace whispered, "I'll miss your laugh, I'll miss your eyes, your smile. I'll miss your art around our apartment, I'll miss the way you cry every time you watch The Notebook, I'll miss the way you get a huge, goofy smile on your face every time you read a Jane Austen book. I'll miss the way your presence turned our drab, sad apartment into a bright, joyous place. I'll miss the way you lit up a room. I'll miss you."

Too bad Jace hadn't known that was all Clary wanted to here. Too bad Clary hadn't heard a single word of what Jace had whispered to her as she descended to the ground floor. Too bad, because if he had told her, if she had heard him, they wouldn't have ended up in the situation they ended up in 5 years later. They wouldn't have ended up having to deal with that dreadful marriage.

Like it? Should I go on with the idea? Review/Comment.

Thanks!

Simply,

Sam.

P.S. If I do continue with this story, there just might be disclaimers like the one up there. I'm just saying… (and no I'm not trying to bribe you…)