Fluffiness! This fic is pretty pointless. I was just super bored.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, The Finder, Megan Fox, or Mortal Instruments.

Clary stared at the TV screen clutching her blanket tightly. This was it! Bones was going to tell Booth she was pregnant! She held her breath in anticipation, leaning forward as far as she would go...

Suddenly, the TV clicked off. As did all the lights in the Institute's living room.

"NO!" Clary gasped, reachng out for the now absent face of Dr. Brennan on the Television.

"Jace!" she yelled, positive he was behind this, "I'm going to KILL you!" She frantically threw off the blanket and pressed several buttons on the TV trying to get it to turn back on.

"Looks like we've got a power outage." Jace said, as he appeared suddenly, leaning against the frame of the kitched doorway.

"No,no,no,no! I've been waiting for this for 2 weeks!" Clary muttered,falling to her knees.

Jace's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he strode over to where she was kneeling. "What? What's wrong?" he asked joining her on the floor.

"I missed the season finale of Bones!" She wailed throwing her arms up.

Jace raised an eyebrow, "Bones?" he inquired. Clary nodded miserably. "Is it like a TV show, or something?" he asked, not getting what the big deal was.

Clary gasped and looked at him disbelievlingly. "Is it, 'like a TV show or something'? You dare insult it's amazingness. It is the goddamn BEST TV show there is!"

Jace smiled, "So it is a TV show then."

Clary rolled her eyes. "You don't get it. Bones is a work of art. A masterpiece, if you will. It balances the harsh world of crime with the budding romance of an ME and a detective."

"What's the big deal? There's like, a million crime shows on TV? Whats so great about this one?" he asked.

Clary sighed, and paused for a moment, as if thinking. Her face suddnely brightened as if she knew the answer. "Booth is hot. Like, really hot. CSI, NCIS, all those other shows, don't have ANYONE as hot as Booth." she said, a dreamy look crossing her face.

"Seriously?" Jace said, Clary detected a hint of jealousy in his tone, "he's like.. 40."

"He is not!" She said,widening her eyes in surprise, "I think he's in his thirties. I had a plan to marry him someday." she said, reminiscing on the Bones marathons she and Simon used to have.

"Had a plan?" Jace asked smirking, "What happened?" he asked cockily. Clary knew what he wanted her to say, and she would have said it. But his ego was being overfed of the late so instead she said;

"Well there's this new show on, called "The Finder" ! Oh. My. Raziel. The guy in that show is even hotter than Booth!"

Jace feigned a look of hurt, "Hey, now! You don't see me going on about how hot Megan Fox is!" he said, wagging his finger at Clary. "Even though she is." he added as an afterthought. Clary whacked him with a pillow.

"Megan Fox is made up of someone else's body parts. What about that is so attractive?" Clary asked after several more thwacks with the pillow.

"Your right. Making out with her would be hard, I'd be afraid of nose collision, seeing as her nose would probably fall off." This earned him several more pillow whacks.

"Watch the face, darling." he said, throwing his arms in front of his nose. Clary rolled her eyes.

"Like you'd ever have a chance with Megan Fox. Your cute Jace, but your not that cute." This was a lie, of course. Jace was cute enough to get any girl on the face of the earth.

"Oh, like YOU would have a chance with either of those oldies. Both of them are probably married!" Jace said poking her on the arm, she giggled.

"Guess I'm stuck with you then." Clary layed her head in his lap.

"Guess you are."

Bones and The Finder FTW! Yes, I think Booth is hot. I also think Walter Sherman is hot. So I'm into old guys. Get over it.

I'm sorry about all this cutesy stuff, fluff is just SO addicting. Like crack, but less expensive.

-Jaz