Okay, so this IS my first Mortal Instruments fanfic. So, I want to thank the people who have followed me and my stories so far and I'd like to thank my beta reader, M. Marvin. So here it is.

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"Clary, where's my jersey? Clary!" Jonathan Fairchild went downstairs to see his sister; Clary was kissing some random guy with black hair. He spun the guy around then, punched him in the nose, causing it to bleed and him to fall backwards. Clary gasped.

"Stay away from my sister you creep!"

"Jon, leave Sebastian alone!"

Jonathan looked at Clary before turning back to Sebastian. "GET OUT!"

Sebastian hurried out the door, neither of them noticing the smirk on his face.

"Jonathan Christopher Fairchild! Why did you just do that?" Clary practically whined.

"Because you keep bringing idiots home."

"Jon, he was nice."

"I'm sure you thought so while he was eating your face."

"Jon!"

"Where's my jersey?"

"In the dryer. But Jon seriously..."

"We're done discussing this."

He walked to the laundry room downstairs. He couldn't ever stay mad at Clary. He was so overprotective he would punch any guy who even looked at Clary.

"Bye, Clare, I'm going to practice." He grabbed an apple and left. Clary pulled out her phone and dialed a new number.

"Hello?...He's gone." She smiled.

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Clary ran to the door. "Jace!" She had secretly been seeing Jace Wayland for months. He grinned and picked her up.

"Hey, I've missed you." He said while setting her down on a countertop. He pressed his lips against hers and began kissing her. Suddenly the door opened and Jonathan walked in.

"Hey, Clare, I forgot my- what the heck Clary!"

He threw a punch toward Jace, who dodged it perfectly. Jace looked from him to Clary, "This is the guy we've been hiding from for months?"

Jonathan's face turned red, "MONTHS?"

Jace smiled slightly, "Yes, pretty boy, now who are you exactly?"

"Her brother." He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, not the best way to meet, huh?" Jace said sarcastically.

Jonathan threw more punches toward Jace's face.

"Jon! Stop it!" Clary tried to stop him from attempting to beat Jace to a pulp. He accidentally pushed her into a vase. She felt the glass break on her head. Then everything was black.

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When Clary awoke, Jonathan was leaning over her, holding an ice pack to her head. When he saw she was awake he instantly started apologizing, "By the Angel, Clarissa, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt!"

"Jon, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked while helping her up.

"Yes."

He turned to Jace, who she had just realized was still there. "Are you guys sure about this relationship?"

"Yes!" They answered in unison.

"Okay then, but if you break my baby sister's heart, I will personally break every bone in your body."

"I have a name, you know, it's Jace." He said paying no attention to the threat.

"Whatever."

Jace turned to Clary and kissed her. "I guess I can't break your heart, not that I would ever want to."

Jonathan looked sick. "Please, no PDA in front of me. I don't know if I'll be able to restrain myself."

Clary was practically jumping up and down, "By the Angel, Jace we actually have the Jonathan Fairchild stamp of approval!"

"Which means?" Jace looked quite bored with this whole conversation.

"He won't kill you!"

"Ummm..."

Jonathan cleared his throat. "I was coming to get my keys, but I don't know if I should leave you two alone-"

Clary tossed him his keys. "Bye, Jon, don't worry, Jace will take good care of me."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Jace smirked and waved. "Bye, pretty boy."

Jonathan sighed and left.

Jace turned to Clary, "Now, where were we?"

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