Okay, this little series came to me while writing a review reply to someone over the topic of my little 'conversations' with my characters in Confessions of a Lovestruck Shadowhunter (refer to Ch4 & 5 at the bottom.) Basically, I'm going to interview/interrogate the characters of the Mortal Instruments world. Haha I'm going to have fun with this! Onwards I say.

^I wrote this a while ago. I've had this interview in the cupboard marked 'Storage- Warning! May contain un-invisible Shadowhunters' ;)

Dr. Bovary: Today, I would like to introduce to you Jace Herondale...that is your name right?

Jace: Uh, I'm currently undergoing an identity crisis as most fanfics have stated.

Dr. Bovary: I can believe that. I myself have stated that in one of my own.

Jace: Really? Then why did you ask?

Dr. Bovary: I didn't.

Jace: Suuurrrre.

Dr. Bovary: Scroll upwards, doof.

Jace:*scrolls*Yes you did!

Dr. Bovary: I asked if that was your name or not, followed by a confirmation that I could believe that you were going through an identity crisis.

Jace: Pft. You were implying a question. I know you were. *raises eyebrow*

Dr. Bovary: Mmmhmm. *scribbles on notepad*

Jace: *looks over shoulder* Hey! I do not like question questions!

Dr. Bovary: Yes you do.

Jace: Do not.

Dr. Bovary: Have you ever noticed people getting pissed off after you reply to a question that they have just asked?

Jace: What kind of therapist are you?

Dr. Bovary: One that's trying to interrogate you for the enjoyment of others. That's beside the point seeing you just did it again!

Jace: Did what?

Dr. Bovary: Questioning my questions!

Jace: Is this real? *looking at the back of framed documents*

Dr. Bovary: Yes, why? What are you looking for?

Jace: Those stamped fake signs you see on the back of fake legal documents in movies.

Dr. Bovary: *scowls**scribbles once more on notepad*

Jace: What are you writing now?

Dr. Bovary: How you can't seem to stay on topic, Mr..uh...?

Jace: Just pick one.

Dr. Bovary: I'm going to go with Wayland.

Jace: Why? That one started it all!

Dr. Bovary: Because it sounds sexy.

Jace: Are sure you're accredited to be doing this?

Dr. Bovary: Sure. Anyone with an imagination could.

Jace: Right. And I'm a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Dr. Bovary: You'd make a good looking sandwich then.

Jace: Mm Clary thinks I'm tasty too.

Dr. Bovary: *closes eyes* Eww, I did not need to hear that, Mr. Wayland.

Jace: Yet, you still think I'm sexy.

Dr. Bovary: Moving on. Since you bought up Clary, let's move onto that issue.

Jace: Are you saying that she's an issue? *stands up and towers over Dr. Bovary*

Dr. Bovary: No, right now I'm thanking my lucky stars for confiscating those knives off you before you came in.

Jace: You didn't find them all.

Dr. Bovary: Whatever, back to the question. Are you glad, after all the angst and heartbreak, that Clary is not your sister?

Jace: uh...Is this a trick question?

Dr. Bovary: Why would it be?

Jace: You've read the books. Of course I'm happy that she's not my sister.

Dr. Bovary: Okay then. Ever had any doubts?

Jace: What?!

Dr. Bovary: No just wondering. Because there are plenty of girls out there that would give an arm or a leg or even give up their hair straightener just to go out with you.

Jace: Yeah, they're just jealous.

Dr. Bovary: So I'll take that as a no then. *scribbles*

Jace: A 'no' to what? You can't seriously want to go out with me when you know I'm spoken for.

Dr. Bovary: That's such a girly line. Only we females say that when idiotic guys try to make a move.

Jace: Look who's avoiding the question now.

Dr. Bovary: Am not.

Jace: Are too!

Dr. Bovary: Pft, this is ridiculous.

Jace: You're ridiculous.

Dr. Bovary: Your face is ridiculous.

Jace:*mouth is currently a gaping chasm.*You did not!

Dr. Bovary: I did. However, it doesn't matter anyway- I wrote 'no' on my notepad to say that you weren't available.

Jace: Oh. But how can you think that! *points to face* Everyone wants a share of this masterpiece!

Dr. Bovary: Not anymore, Mr. Wayland, you're taken.

Jace: You're jealous...once more.

Dr. Bovary: Ah... I'm not obliged to respond to that.

Jace: Why? Are you embarrassed that you have no man to protect you from the big bad demons?

Dr. Bovary: No, no, I have my super, psychiatry confuzzeling language skills for that.

Jace: o.O Okay then.

Dr. Bovary: Moving on. I'm going to play a song and you have to tell me the mental image is conjured up by it.

Jace: Righto.

Dr. Bovary: Okay, first song. *presses play on CD player*

CD Player: Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, Sharona? Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run. Gun it comin' off the line Sharona.

: Grr Wrong song.*presses next*

CD Player: Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo. M M M My Sharona...

Dr. Bovary: Gah STOP!

Jace: You listen to that?

Dr. Bovary: You think that's old? I was playing Simon and Garfunkle the other day ON RECORD!

Jace: Whoa! Like those big, black CD looking things that were used back in the 50's?

Dr. Bovary: Yep.

Jace: Woooow. I totally take back what I said when I caught Clary listening to Tears for Fears.

Dr. Bovary: Yeaahhhh...

Jace: Don't tell me you listen to them too?!

Dr. Bovary: Guilty.

Jace: *slaps hand to forehead* I'm surrounded by people trapped in the 80's.

Dr. Bovary: Okay this one's it. *presses play once more*

CD Player: I'm in the business of misery//Let's take it from the top//She's got a body like an hourglass//That's ticking like a clock//It's a matter of time//Before we all run out//When I thought he was mine//She caught him by the mouth//I waited eight long months//She finally set him free//I told him I can't lie//He was the only one for me//Two weeks and we caught on fire//She's got it out for me//But I wear the biggest smile//Whoa, I never meant to brag//But I got him where//I want him now//Whoa, it was never my intention to brag//To steal it all away from you now//But God, does it feel so good//'Cause I got him where I want him now//And if you could then you know you would//'Cause God, it just feels so//It just feels so good.

Dr. Bovary: Observation?

Jace: Maia, Isabelle and Simon.

Dr. Bovary: Why?

Jace: Well it sounds like Maia stealing Simon away from Isabelle after we all got back from Idris. Just the lyrics that reminds me of their little 'triangle' thing going on.

Dr. Bovary: Okay. *scribbles away* Next. *presses play*

CD Player: *Final Countdown theme*

Dr. Bovary: ...Why are you laughing?

Jace: *smirks* I had an image of those gay-ass super heroes walking slowly down a road with their capes blowing in the breeze.

Dr. Bovary: Gay-ass?

Jace: Seriously, they have nothing on us Shadowhunters.

Dr. Bovary: True. *scribbles while humming*

Jace: OH MY GOSH! I saw you at Gloria Jean's the other day!

Dr. Bovary: Did not. *looks down*

Jace: Haha! I did! I remember you singing along to this while reading a magazine and drinking your tea.

Dr. Bovary: I don't drink tea. Coffee is more my thing.

Jace: Anyway, you started dancing and singing as you walked out of the cafe. I was wondering why your hair looked so familiar- its colour is very distinctive. And so is your voice. You were just wearing big sunnies so I couldn't see your eyes.

Dr. Bovary: So what? I had a coffee while listening to my iPod and started to sing. What's the big deal?

Jace: You forgot the part where you face-planted it.*laughs*

Dr. Bovary: *blushes* Oh yea. I forgot because my bruises have finally healed.

Jace: Oh, I am so telling everyone that the oh-so-"graceful" psychiatrist fell on her face while singing an 80's song.

Dr. Bovary: *narrows eyes* You wouldn't dare.

Jace: Oh I would.

Dr. Bovary: *sighs* What do you want me to do?

Jace: Take back your comment about my gorgeous face.

Dr. Bovary: Never.

Jace: *plummeting whistle*

Dr. Bovary: Fine. (Can't believe I'm doing this) I think your face is flawless and perfect in every way.

Jace: Thank you.

Dr. Bovary: *grits teeth* Last one. *presses play again*

CD Player: I got you, i got you on my mind //And it's time to make you see (what i want) //So i'll just make this a little more obvious //Cuz i get what i want, and i want you to get with me! //Don't think you know //How far im gunna do //You can't stop this, feeling! //You can't run away, baby i'm whats on your mind //You can't stop this, feeling! //There's no escape, //No sleep tonight, You won't get, no sleep tonight

Jace: ...

Dr. Bovary: Jace?

Jace: I am so not answering that one.

Dr. Bovary: Why? I'm open to anything.

Jace: Oh so you really want to hear about how Clary and I got a lil hot one night and she said, well screamed more likely, that she wanted me to fu-

D. Bovary: OKAY!*covers ears*

Jace: -her senseless? *smirking*

Dr. Bovary: I am not here to listen to your sex life, despite how good or bad it is.

Jace: Oh it's definitely in the green.

Dr. Bovary: Don't want to hear it!

Jace: You said you were open to anything.

Dr. Bovary: I didn't mean explicit information like that!

Jace: You know you love it.

Dr. Bovary: Not really.

Jace: Am I done here?

Dr. Bovary: Yes, I think that about wraps things up. It was nice talking to you today.

Jace: More like dissecting me.

Dr. Bovary: That's what I do, hon.

Jace: Oh, I am so not warning Clary what she's going to be put through. *smirks*

Dr. Bovary: Well everybody, I hope you enjoyed our little chat today.

Jace: Cher.

Dr. Bovary: The singer? I thought you weren't into the 80's?

Jace: No, like as in yea crossed by the girly term 'check yes' I believe.

Dr. Bovary: Okay then. Well this was Dr. Bovary...

Jace: ... and Jace Wayland...

Dr. Bovary: Signing off! Goodnight!

Jace: See ya.

See something you like? Well I do. It's that green button down there. You know you wanna press it, just to say that you saw something you liked- even if it wasn't my little interview. XD