The world we share

Ashley Lightwood

"Alec, you can't let theses things get to you! Sure, Jace and Clary are happy. You can't just ruin that!" I said to my cousin while he was venting to me about his being in love with Jace since Magnus had left him for being in cohorts with Camile Belcourt. He had come to visit me at the Port Angelas institute, a church half way between Forks and Port Angelas. We weren't at the institute now, though. I lived away from the institute in an apartment not even a block away.

"Ashley, don't be ridiculous. I'm gay and everyone knows it. Why shouldn't Jace know that I love him? Wouldn't it just make our parabatai stronger?" He made no sense sometimes, and his acting like this had gotten better while he was with Magnus, though I wasn't around often enough to see the difference. I only came buy the New York institute directly after the battle in idris, and when Jace went missing. I had known he would make it through it. Jace is the strongest person I know.

"Alec, things arent that simple, as much as we both wish they were. Magnus tore your heart apart, and theres nothing Jace can do to help you if you're miserable. Jace is straighter than the sides of a square, doll and you can't always get what you want. You should stay parabatai and nothing more." Alice would be here any minute and Alec didn't know that my best friend was a vampire yet. I wasn't sure how he would take it, especially if Alice brought her friend Chet. He was actually human, and not bad looking. I knew what Alec would think and I was afraid of how it was going to turn out. "Alec, we need to drop this.." I said, "I've got a friend coming over, and I'm not sure how you are going to like her."

Alec rolled his eyes, annoyed by my subject change. "Is she a mundie?" He sighed.

"Not exactly," I began, "She is sort of.. a vampire, and she is bringing her mundie friend." I said, getting the sentence out a quickly as possible. "And I mean one of the most mundane of mundanes." I said.

"Ugh. Mundanes, and vampires. How has she not eaten her friend yet?" He crossed his arms like a child and turned towards the window.

"Unlike you, she has tolerance for people of other species. You Mr. Nephilim are all mighty, and get your panties out of your ass or go back to the institute with Mom and Dad. I'm not going to deal with you being rude." I said, walking past him and slapping his butt.

He turned around and also like a child, stuck his tongue out at me. "Fine. I'll stay, but I'm not going out of my way to make conversation with your vampire and her mundie." He said, turning back to the window to look out into the night.

"Ugh." I said. And at that moment there was a light knock on the door, and I practicaly skipped to answer it. When I swung the door open I was face to face with tiny Alice Cullen and her friend Chet Gordan. I smiled and hugged my best friend, not letting her cold skin bother me. "Come on in."

When we made our way into the living room, something in Chet's stance changed. He made eye contact with Alec and I saw the same change in him. Oddly enough, and I had never realized this, Chet looked a little like Jace. They both had golden eyes and golden curls. He was muscular and lean, looking ready for a fight, but as a nephilim, I can seperate nephilim. And this boy, wasn't a nephilim.

"Hi," I heard, pulling me out of thought, "I'm Alec."

My cousin was rising off of the couch and extending his hand to Chet, then to Alice. Alice shot me a look that said I told you so, and I grinned. Chet was gay. And good looking. And we were going to fix my cousin up with Chet.

-New York-

Jace Wayland

I was spending a wonderful day training Clary, since the recently removed heavenly fire was no longer in the way, we could do whatever.

"Now jump," I said. She was on the beams in the training studio and I was trying to help her with her fear of hights.

"Jace..." She complained, a little shaky-voiced.

"You'll be fine. If you start going somewhere other than the matt, then I'll catch you. Swear." I said, holding my arms up. I had blown up a stunt matt in the middle of the facility for her comfort strictly. Since I recently turned 18 I was now aloud to be her teacher and tutor.

"Jace! I'm scared," she said, but poised herself as if she were going to launch.

"You'll be fine," I said. And before I kenw it, she was sailing more gracefully than I could have ever managed. She landed on her feet on the matt and smiled at me, jumping up and down, celebrating her accomplishment. I had accomplished that same feat at the age of 12.

"I did it!" she screached, running over to me.

"Yeah, you did." I smiled at her. Though I found the irony amazing, the world most clumbsy shadow hunter had more sailing grace than Jace Wayland, I was proud of my beautiful fiance. I brushed my lips lightly against hers.

"Not for today's lesson on.." I moved over to the closest wall, "Knives."

I tossed her a seraph blade, as the first test of the day, and she easily grabbed it, hilt first.

"A-Plus," I said. She smiled at me.

"I better get an A-Plus," She said, her smile glinting in the florescent lighting.

"I can't give unfair grades, little lady," I said, pulling a knife from the wall and holding out, challenging Clary.