AN: This is my first fanfic! Yay! Please review! I love constructive criticism!!!!

Disclaimer: These are not my characters as I am not nor have I ever been the amazing Cassandra Clare. **Sigh**

Clary was curled up comfortably in a cozy armchair in the library, a book in her lap, studying. And Jace was lying on the couch, studying her.

"Jace. Stop, really. I'm trying to read."

"And I'm not stopping you." She groaned, and looked up from her book. Before she could respond, Isabelle came running into the room.

"Good! I finally found you! It's like you were hiding from me or something."

"Well that's because we were." Jace smirked, and Clary rolled her eyes at him.

"I guess you won't want to come hunting tonight then." Isabelle stuck her nose in the air indignantly and turned to walk away, forcing Clary to sigh and say, "Isabelle. Come back." Jace gave Clary a horrified look, but she knew that he wanted to go hunting.

"Where are we going?"

"Pandemonium." Isabelle had a wicked glint in her eyes that terrified Clary for no particular reason. She looked to Jace, who also had a maliciously wicked expression on his face. But it looked absolutely gorgeous on him. As hard as Clary had been staring at him, she would've thought that she would have been able to stop him before he grabbed the book from her lap that Maryse had assigned her to read.

"Jace! Give that back!" He twirled it in his hands, and read aloud mockingly, "The History of Nephilim: The Great Battle of Good Vs. Evil. Mua ha ha ha!" Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"Your evil laugh needs work," she told him.

"It does not. It was the best evil laugh you've ever heard, and you know it." Isabelle shrugged, and walked over to Clary's chair, reaching for her hand. Clary looked at her blankly.

"What?"

"Do you understand nothing about we're going hunting tonight at Pandemonium?"

"Well, I'm guessing we're going hunting tonight at Pandemonium.....But by the look of sheer horror on your face, I think I'm missing something." Clary was really confused. Isabelle was looking at her expectantly, but she also continued to look more and more horrified as she kept talking. Clary looked to Jace for help, but he looked extremely amused with a smirk on his full lips.

"Angel, Clary. You're bait. Well, we're bait, but still."

"And...? We've still got, what, 3 hours before the sun sets and we can go?"

"Yes, and it's going to take me that long to get you all dressed up and to manage your hair and make up." Clary looked to Jace, pleadingly, to save her. He just shrugged, grinning.

"Fine."

After bickering with Izzy for about an hour, Clary finally gave in, giving free reign to Isabelle to do whatever she wanted for clothes, hair, make up, and whatever else was entailed. Mainly hidden weaponry. Clary regretted this decision immensely while she looked over herself in the mirror. She looked...good. She would never admit it to Isabelle because then Izzy would expect to get free reign every time. And it was most certainly not an option to take 3 hours to get ready every single time they went hunting.

She had on a tight clinging black long sleeved dress - to cover her marks - whose bottom went to the tips of her thighs. She had on black fishnet tights, and knee high boots that must have had 7 inches of heels. Her hair was hanging around her face in beautiful fiery ringlets, shaping her face nicely. Her lashes were very long and very black. The smoky eye makeup made her green eyes look bright and tantalizing. Her lips had a neutral shiny lip gloss, and her face had just a bit of blush. The emphasis was clearly on her eyes.

"Oh my god, Isabelle. I look like a hooker or something." Isabelle frowned.

"No you don't. You look absolutely fantastic. You look so sexy, I can't wait to see Jace's face when he sees you!"

"And how, Isabelle, am I supposed to get to Jace? I don't think I can walk in these, let alone dance or kill demons."

"Relax. You have to get used to them. But walking in heels is in a woman's blood. Doubly so for Shadowhunter women. And anyways, the runes of balance should help." Clary attempted to walk forwards, towards the door. She almost fell twice as she reached the door.

"You don't think they're just a little too high?"

"Hey. This is what you get for letting me do whatever. But I expect thanks, because you looking amazing."

"Okay. Thank you Isabelle. Now, can I please have some boots with heels a little shorter?"

"Absolutely not. But I will allow you to add another balance rune. Yours will probably be stronger than mine." Isabelle tossed Clary her stele, and Clary rolled up one long sleeve. She found a bare spot amongst the otherwise inked up skin, and drew a long lasting rune for perfect balance. She attempted to walk again.

Clary glided smoothly across the floor of Isabelle's room.

"Yes! I can walk!"

"You just need to have confidence."

"And a stele."

"Well, I suppose."

"Oh! Isabelle! I need a spot to keep my stele!"

"You thought I forgot about that?" Isabelle walked over to stand right next to Clary. She took the stele from Clary's hands and slipped it inside her boot. Clary felt it against her leg, there was a pressure, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She leaned down and pulled the boot away from her leg. There was some type of sewn in hook for the stele to sit in. Like the place for a pen on a binder.

Clary straightened and looked at her reflection in the mirror fleetingly, before walking out the door with Isabelle.

Alec and Jace were waiting impatiently for the girls to emerge from Isabelle's room. Isabelle had taken Clary 3 hours ago, and yet somehow she hadn't managed to finish. It took Jace about a minute to get dressed, and then another 10 for Alec to mark him and to stash weapons all over his body.

He heard a distinct throat clearing in the hallway, just around the corner. Isabelle.

"I now present to you, the object of my tireless efforts from the last 3 hours.... Clary!" Isabelle always was one for the theatrics. Clary walked out from around the corner. She looked absolutely amazing. The way her dress clung to her skin and the way her fiery curls framed her face dazzled Jace.

"You look beautiful." She smiled faintly, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Thanks." Clary glided over towards him, and grasped his hand in her tiny one. She looked up at him, tilting her head up at just the perfect angle for him to kiss her. Jace leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, not stopping their kiss even when he heard Isabelle and Alec clearing their throats. The electricity was pulsing through his body, starting at his lips and making its way down to his toes. Jace lifted a hand to Clary's curls, to press her closer to him. It was at this point that it seemed Isabelle could not take it any longer.

"Jace, if you mess up her hair, you die." Jace pulled away from Clary reluctantly.

Jace wasn't particularly afraid of Isabelle's threat; he knew that he was quite capable of taking care of himself. But Izzy's whip could be painful. Jace had been subject to her frustrations in the past, like when he replaced all of her makeup with watercolors - now that had been funny. Isabelle was not one to move on without her revenge. So, she'd decided that telling Jace they were doing hand to hand combat training and bringing her whip had been appropriate payback. Jace'd had to resort to using an iratze that day after training.

"Are we going or not?" Alec was impatient today. Jace wondered why vaguely, but was more aware of the petite girl pressed gently against his body.

AN: That was my first chapter! I hoped you liked it :) let me know what you thought in a review pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee :D