A/N: I have a new idea. It seems like I have one of those every other week doesn't 't it? Well, I really can't help when my creativity decides to show itself! Moving on… This is a Mortal Instruments story and the main characters ARE Jace and Clary. I have done something like this before, but it still is a fairly new concept to me so please don't be to harsh when you review! OK, I am going to stop type rambling now and let you guys read the story!

* DISCLAIMER: C.C. OWNS IT ALL, BUT THE PLOT! *

CPOV

"OK class," Mr. Green spoke from his place in front of the white broad, "we are going to be having a new assignment today. It will run through the rest of the semester and I have a feeling that this will be a fun experience for all of you." A collective groan went around the class, but I stayed silent. I hoped it was something where I could right a lot. Ever since I was a kid and I got to write my first story in third grade I have loved it ever since. Almost as much as I loved to draw and that is saying something because I love to draw. One time my mom took me to one of her art class when I was about ten and that was it. I was hooked and I don't regret it either. That is why I was why I was double majoring. My main one was my art and my second one was writing. Which is exactly why I am in this Journalism class right now. I thought it would be boring at first, but once I started it turned out to be one of my favorite classes.

"Since I know that all of you are just dying to find out what this big project is I will tell you." Mr. Green walked over to his somewhat cluttered desk and dug through some papers until he found what he was looking for. He picked up a very thick looking manila folder and went to stand back in front of the white broad. He brought his hand up and shook the folder at the class.

"This, my students, is your assignment. Each of you will be assigned a soldier that is stationed in Afghanistan. Staring today you will write them from this time until the each of the semester and I want all the letters that you write and received turned in andplease put them in order. I will come around and grab a random sheet of paper out of this folder. Since there aren't that many soldiers stationed there some of you will have the same soldier, but that is OK because you will not be talking about the exact same things. Everyone understand? Any questions?"

Aline put her hand up and I think I saw Mr. Green flinch a little, but I couldn't be sure because his head was turned away from me. "Yes Aline?" He asked politely.

"Are we going to be meeting our soldiers?" He looked relieved at this question and nodded.

"Yes you will. That is the next point of business. The soldiers will be coming home this March. Since it is August that gives us roughly seven months to prepare for their coming. We are going to throw a celebration. I figured since the soldiers don't really eat that well over there we will cook out for them, have a pool party and stuff like that. Don't worry though. You guys don't have to worry about anything. It is all planned out. All you guys have to do is write. Anymore questions?" No one had any so he started walking around and pulling out papers. When he got to my desk my stomach squeezed with nervousness. He gave me a smile and a paper before moving onto the next person. I took a deep breath and looked down at the name on the paper I had received.

Jace Wayland

Interesting name I thought to myself. I haven't met anyone with a name like that. Maybe it is a nick name or something like that. Class was dismissed not soon after that and I took my time getting home. Trying to put off the letter because, honestly, I had no idea what to say. I turned the corner on the street and stopped in front of my apartment. I loved my apartment. My parents bought it for me after I decided that I wanted to live out on my own near my college, the University of New York. They also bought me my baby or other wise known as my pitch black mustang. That was one sexy car and I didn't let anyone drive it. Not even my best friend, Isabelle. It was a cute little apartment that was nestled on the outskirts of town, but not so far away that it took a long time to get into town. It had two bedrooms, one full bathroom, which was in my master bedroom, and a half bath that went with the kitchen. It even had a small office where I store my computer and all my books for school. All of my apartment was painted in a warm badge color expect my bedroom that had a gold scheme.

Sighing I threw my car keys, book bag, and purse on the kitchen counter. I looked around and noticed all the trash and dirty dishes that I hadn't gotten to since school has been a little crazy lately. A slow smile spread onto my lips. Now is the perfect time. Rolling back my shoulders I rounded up all the dishes and loaded the dishwasher then wiped off all the counter. Next I dusted, vacuumed, and made myself dinner and cleaned those dishes before scrubbing myself clean in a nice, hot, long, relaxing shower. When I was dressed I couldn't put it off any longer. Taking a deep breath I grabbed some of my pink stationary set and a pen and plopped myself down at my desk in my office and stared at the paper. My pen tapped on my paper until finally I made the decision to just write what came to mind.

Dear Mr. Wayland,

Hi! So… In case you haven't heard, which you probably have, I, along with the rest of my class, have to write a soldier in Afghanistan and I got your name! Lucky you! ;) Just kidding. I am not that conceited. Actually, I don't think I am conceited at all. Lets see… I guess I should start off telling you a little about myself so that you have some idea as to who your writing if you decided to write back.

My name is Clarissa Miranda Fray, but I like to go by Clary. I am twenty years old and a sophomore at the University of New York . I am double majoring there. My first major is art and my second is writing. I live by myself in my apartment that my dad bought me when I first moved to New York. Now that I mention my dad I guess I should tell you a little about my parents. My dad and mom, otherwise known as Luke and Jocelyn Fray, raised me since I was little. My mom is artist and sells her work all around the world. My dad… Well, my dad is the chief of medicine her at Madison General Hospital. Which is exactly why my dad had the money to buy me a apartment and my own car. I guess you could call him filthy rich, but I consider us financially well off. I hope you don't decide not to write me because you think I am some stuck up daddy's girl because I am not! I am very down to earth girl. Very easy to get along with! What else is there? Oh! I am a totally girly-girl. I love to shop, get pedicures and manicures. I am also a tomboy too. I like to ride dirt bikes and four wheelers too! My biggest love is drawing though. My dream is to be a very well known artist one day, but even if I only get a few pieces sold I will be happy because I got to give the world something they will, hopefully, cherish forever. J Well, that is all I have to say about myself. If you want to know anything about me don't hesitate ask. Plus, aren't we suppose to be getting to know each other?

I have some questions for you! The heavy ones first that way I can end this letter on a lighter note!

1) What is you full name?

2) How old are you?

3) What is your rank in the military?

4) What is your family like?

5) Why did you join the military in the first place?

Now for some lighter questions…

6) What is your favorite type of music? Food? Movies?

7) What do you like to do in your spare time?

I think that is it. I hope you write back soon!

Sincerely,

A Very Excited Clarissa Miranda Fray

(Clary)

-X-X-X-

JPOV

"Sergeant Wayland Sir!" Simon, one of the men in my platoon, said from the doorway of my room. We saluted before he continued to speak. "Mail is here sir. " He handed my a envelope from his hand and left to deliver the other mail. I set them on my bed to read later. We had drills right now. I couldn't complain about them though. I am the one who wanted to join the military. Ever since my dad lost his life in the army fighting for his country when I was fifteen I knew that I wanted to be in it. So that I could sacrifice myself for something greater than myself and everything else. I didn't want to die lying on my back with some disease. I wanted to do something honorable with my life. I knew that if I joined the army I would get that chance and that is exactly what I did. When I was eighteen and graduated high school I signed up for the military. Five months later I was called into action. My mom was furious with me at first. It took her a week for her to talk to me again. When my father died she felt a great hate toward the military. They took away her husband and now they are taking away her soon. It took her a while, but she has finally comes to terms with it once she saw I wasn't changing my mind. I am a stubborn person. Once I set my mind to something that is it.

It's been two years since I joined the military and at the young age of twenty one I was still going strong. Even though I love the military sometimes I find myself getting lonely. Not that I don't have anyone to talk to because that is not the case. It is a different kind of lonely though. The kind you get when you don't have that special someone there. I don't know how to explain it, but it is like the is a little hole in my chest and every time I see a soldier go home to his wife and kids it gets that much bigger. I just hope that one day I well have that.

The drills went by much more slowly than they usually did. I was a little bit anxious to go back to my bunk and read my letter. My mom sends me letters, but this is different somehow. I practically ran back to my room when I dismissed my men and threw myself down on the bed. I smiled when I saw the front. It had different little drawings on it that had something to do with the military or America. Their was a American flag, a gun, a fighter plan, a folded up American flag being held by a soldier and a woman crying as she took it. The last thing was a small gravestone in the bottom left corner. Whoever wrote this was an amazing artist and clearly put a lot of thought into their drawing. Carefully I pulled the letter out and set the envelope aside because I wanted to safe it. When I did I caught a whiff of another scent. I leaned closer and breathed in; vanilla, pure vanilla. It smelled amazing. Unfolding it I held it out so I could read it.

The person who wrote this letter had a very curly letters. Even though they were curly they were also very neat and precise.

Dear Mr. Wayland,

Hi! So… In case you haven't heard, which you probably have, I, along with the rest of my class, have to write a soldier in Afghanistan and I got your name! Lucky you! ;) Just kidding. I am not that conceited. Actually, I don't think I am conceited at all. Let's see… I guess I should start off telling you a little about myself so that you have some idea as to who you're writing if you decide to write back.

My name is Clarissa Miranda Fray, but I like to go by Clary. I am twenty years old and a sophomore at the University of New York. I am double majoring there. My first major is art and my second is writing. I live by myself in my apartment that my dad bought me when I first moved to New York. Now that I mention my dad I guess I should tell you a little about my parents. My dad and mom, otherwise known as Luke and Jocelyn Fray, raised me since I was little. My mom is artist and sells her work all around the world. My dad… Well, my dad is the chief of medicine her at Madison General Hospital. This is exactly why my dad had the money to buy me an apartment and my own car. I guess you could call him filthy rich, but I consider us financially well off. I hope you don't decide not to write me because you think I am some stuck up daddy's girl because I am not! I am very down to earth girl. Very easy to get along with! What else is there? Oh! I am a totally girly-girl. I love to shop, get pedicures and manicures. I am also a tomboy too. I like to ride dirt bikes and for wheelers too! My biggest love is drawing though. My dream is to be a very well known artist one day, but even if I only get a few pieces sold I will be happy because I got to give the world something they will, hopefully, cherish forever. Well, that is all I have to say about myself. If you want to know anything about me doesn't hesitate ask. Plus, aren't we supposed to be getting to know each other?

I have some questions for you! The heavy ones first that way I can end this letter on a lighter note!

1) What is you full name?

2) How old are you?

3) What is your rank in the military?

4) What is your family like?

5) Why did you join the military in the first place?

Now for some lighter questions…

6) What is your favorite type of music? Food? Movies?

7) What do you like to do in your spare time?

I think that is it. I hope you write back soon!

Sincerely,

A Very Excited Clarissa Miranda Fray

(Clary)

I smiled as I closed her letter and carefully, almost reverently, put it back and stuck it in the sliver box I kept all my important papers and pictures in. I found myself genuinely excited to be a pen pal to Clary. She sounded like a very nice person and I couldn't wait to get to know her. Not just because it is someone to talk to out of the men here, but, if I was being honest here, she sounded like someone I would go out with. She had both sides. She could dress up and look gorgeous if she wanted too, but she could also get down and dirty with me and not be afraid about getting her nail broke; the perfect kind of girl. I jumped up and grabbed some paper, stamp, envelope, and pen and plopped myself down on my bed. Then I started writing.

Dear Miss. Fray,

I am so glad you wrote me and I am very excited to get to know you over these next few weeks. I can only hope that you feel the same way about me. I guess I will follow your lead on the letter that way I don't forget to tell you anything you tell me. On second thought maybe I will just answer all your questions in list from and then add on anything else at the end. Yeah, that sounds better.

- My full name is Jonathan Avery Wayland, but I like to go by Jace

- I am twenty one years old

- My rank in the military is a sergeant

- As for family. I have my mom. I am an only child so no brothers or sisters. I consider my squad my brothers, but I don't know if that counts. My dad isn't in the picture anymore. He was in the army when I was a kid and was killed in action when I was fifteen. He is the biggest part of why I am in the army now.

- Why did I join? When my dad died, he died for a cause. He didn't die laying down on his back not doing anything. I wanted to be like that. At least I know that if I die here then I am dying for a cause. I died to keep someone safe. Whether it be family, friends, wives, husbands, kids, even if they are not mine.

- On the music I like Hoobastank, The Killers, Nickelback, Three Days Grace, Three Doors Down, Daughtry, and lots of others. I really don't like country or rap. Even the thought of listening to that stuff makes me shudder.

- Next question; Food. Pretty much anything greasy, fatty, and high in cholesterol. Typical man food right. ;) HaHa! Here is where the cliché food comes in. Ready? My favorite food is pizza and hamburgers. Man what I would do to get one of those right now. When I come home that is the first place I am going! Maybe we could go together sometime…?

- Movies? Anything action. Like Troy or 300. Those things are awesome! Even though I like action sometimes (and if you ever repeat this to anyone I will gladly hunt you down and make your life a miserable) I like a tearjerker. I have watched The Notebook more times than I can count. Now, before you laugh, even though you probably already have, let me explain. Sometimes it's nice to set back and watch something happy with a good ending. It gives you hope that you can have you own. Does that make sense?

- Hobbies? Mostly sports like football or baseball. Although I have to say that football is my favorite. I also like to jog and go for a good swim every now and then.

Now… I have some questions for you… Heavy questions first… ;)

1) Are you single? For future reference purposes of course…

2) Why do you like drawing so much?

3) What is your biggest dream of all?

Now onto the lighter questions…

1) Favorite food? Music? Movies?

2) Do you have any favorite authors?

3) Siblings?

4) Hobbies?

That is all I can think of! Feel free to add any additional information! ;)

Anxiously Awaiting Your Reply,

Jonathan Avery Wayland

(Jace)

I folded and put the letter in an envelope, addressed it, and sealed a stamp on the right hand corner with a promise to mail it first thing tomorrow.

A/N: Tell me what you think and leave me some love and make happy!