Jocelyn's Warning: Oneshot ( DONT OWN MORTAL INSTRUMENTS) CASSANDRA CLAIRE DOES)

"Bye Simon. Don't forget to call." Clary said; her feet on one of her bed posts and phone up to her ear.

"Since when did I ever forget to call? It's not like be being a vampire now restricts my phone privileges. That's my mom's job." The dark-haired boy on the other line replied. Clary laughed. They signed off.

She hung up her phone and slid off her four-poster bed. With her favorite fuzzy socks, she padded over to the room adjacent to hers: her mother, Jocelyn's, and her step-father, Luke's, bedroom.

"Well, that's it then." The hot tempered red-head replied as she flopped down on the king sized bed. Beside her, her mother looked at her with a half-hearted glance of concern as she placed a pair of paint splattered jeans into her suitcase.

"What's it?" she said to her daughter.

"I have nowhere to sleep tonight."

"What did Simon say? Surely he-"

"Simon is in Virginia for a week with his mom and sister. His cousin's bar mitzvah is this weekend and his mom wouldn't let him miss it." He had talked with him earlier about having to spend the night at his house over coffee last week, and now his family suddenly has other plans. Clary didn't like that woman much and that woman certainly didn't like her, but she knew better than to mess with the irritating peacock that was Simon's mother.

"Guess I'm going to have to stay at the Institute." She told her mother in an innocent tone. She watched as Jocelyn's green eyes grew to the size of walnuts, as she knew they would at that statement.

"No you are not, young lady!" Jocelyn slammed a blue and purple hair dryer on the bed. "There is no way that I'm letting you sleep in the same place as your boyfriend! Especially while Maryse and Patrick are in Idris for the Council meeting."

Clary sat up. "Mom, I've got no choice. Where else am I going to stay?" Clary didn't have any relatives close by, her stepfather, Luke, was going with Jocelyn to Idris, and her only friends besides Simon lived at the Institute.

Jocelyn didn't agree. "Home. You will stay home and WALK to the Institute for your training."

"You know that's not a good idea."She was right. They both knew that. If she was alone, and with so little training on Clary's part, she would have no way to protect herself successfully if there was trouble. Much less a demon attack.

She sighed. Jocelyn's angry stature turned into that of a worried mother as she sat beside her daughter.

"Clary, I just don't want you to think that you have anything to prove to him. You know…in that way."

Clary could feel her cheeks burning already. "MOM! I'm not going to do anything with Jace! Nor do I have any plans to do so in the near future!"

"But sweetie, if he forces you to do anything, you don't want to do-"

"Jace wouldn't do that. Plus, I've ridden the subway and survived crazy drivers on the street. Not to mention all the battles I've won against angry bookstore clerks. I'm pretty sure I could handle a situation like this if I needed to. Which I won't."

She took Clary's hands in hers. "Clarissa, when I was your age, I thought I could handle everything too. I thought Valentine wouldn't do what he did. Now, look where that got me."Her eyes darkened at the mention of my father.

I looked directly into my mother's eyes. "Mom, he may have been raised by him, but Jace isn't Valentine. Please, you have to trust me on this."

Clary watched as her mother released her hands and returned to her packing. "Im putting a lot of faith in you Clarissa Fray. Just don't do something you would regret."

Clary smiled and jumped off the bed. "Thanks mom!" She yelled as she ran to her room to pack.