Hi! So, after reading City of Heavenly Fire we were forced to do exams (so cruel) and as we were studying my friend came up with this incredible idea. So I am simply putting it into a story!

A few things need to be said; First this story hasn't got any major spoilers from CoHF (I don't think) but I will have some pretty big ID spoilers. So if you haven't finished that then you should before reading this. However you should read all TMI and ID just cause they are amazing!

Ok, secondly; The setting of this story is rather confusing (even to me) so it is NOT really set at anytime as it does not take place during either of the plots. BUT having said that there are times where you will need to know what has happened in both series. It is not a part of the series but I'm assuming you've read the books (not CoHF that wouldn't be fair)

And lastly; the couples are JacexClary SimonxIsabelle MaiaxJordan AlecxMagnus and JemxTessa (I'm so sorry all fellow Wessa fans /3 )

Right! Sorry REALLY long AN. But they are pretty important. Also this story takes a while to set up so bare with me. If you're are confused about anything I've said (I wouldn't blame you) then ask me :)
So here you go! Hope you enjoy it.

Little Sparrow

Jace had never heard of a more idiotic idea. Though, it wasn't that surprising, considering it had come from Simon. The only reason Jace had given it any thought was because of the way Clary had looked as she bounded up to him before training the day before, her green eyes sparkling. Her red hair was bouncing with her steps and her smile; an excited and slightly mischievous smile left no option for Jace to say no.

After Clary had finished explaining it to him, Jace simply laughed at her. That was before he realised she was serious.

"Not happening." Jace told her as he made his way over to the stand where a variety of swords waited to be used.

"Come on Jace, it's a great idea!" Clary argued as she pulled her blue hoddie over her head and put it on the ground next to her bag. Jace watched her with a flat expression as she twisted her hair into a knot on top of her head.

"No," Jace said in a bored voice, "it really isn't."

Clary huffed at him and strode over to the swords. She picked up a simple short sword and turned to face Jace a spark in her eyes. "Fine. How about this?" She spun the blade in her hand, not as skilled as Jace but it was clear she was made to be a fighter, a shadowhunter. "If you win, I'll tell Simon you said no and never bring it up again."

Jace grinned at her knowing where she was going. "And if you win?"

"You say 'yes' to Simon and help me persuade the others." Clary puffed out her chest and held her head high. Jace's grin turned into a full smile.

"You really want to fight me?" He asked amused. Clary was amazing; she was brave and strong and one of the best shadowhunters Jace had ever seen. But they both knew who would win this fight.

"Do you doubt me, Jace?" Mock hurt filled her face.

"Never." Jace's hand hovered over his sword. He picked it up and turned to face Clary who was already waiting on the sparing mats the smile still on her face.

Jace was not going to go easy on Clary. He would not lose to her, not when his manly pride was at stake. There was no way he was going to be a part of Simon's stupid band.

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The short sword felt light in Clary's hands. Her feet felt steady beneath her and her heart was beating slow and steady. She could do this. Sure, Jace was probably one the best fighters in the world, but Clary had made Simon a promise. And she would not let Jace win without trying her best. Not to mention the giddy feeling she got thinking about Jace being on stage, his delicate fingers creating the most amazing music.

"Ready?" Jace was watching her carefully; assessing her stance and grip on her weapon. This was a training session after all.

Instead of answering, Clary positioned her body into a crouch, like Jace had taught her, knees bent and ready to move. She took two deep breaths in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. Jace copied her stance and held his sword out in front of him.

Clary was momentarily distracted by his beauty. She didn't think she could ever grow tired of how his messy golden hair, a little shorter then she remembered, was stuck up as if he hadn't brushed it after sleeping. Or how his eyes gleamed with excitement and amusement. Or, Clary's eyes drifted down his body, how he looked in his training gear.

"Are you seriously checking me out in the middle of a fight?" Jace was eyeing her as if she had broken the most important rule. It was clear he was trying to be professional, but Clary could hear the laughter and slight cockiness in his voice.

"Technically it's the start of the fight; no one's moved yet." Clary pointed out while trying to focus on Jace's movements rather than appearance. He had begun circling her, holding his blade pointed towards her in his left hand. She mimicked his footing, left cross over right, light on your feet, knees bent, Clary spoke to herself the words Jace had spoken to her only last week.

She barely caught Jace's smirk before he leapt forward and slashed at her. He was precise with his movements; they didn't want to slice each other to ribbons. Clary sprang back, the blade missing her sword by centimetres and landed less gracefully then she would have liked. Jace regained his posture and gave her a quick nod of approval for her dodging.

Bending his knees Jace made small circles in the air with his sword taunting Clary with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Clary weighed her sword and set her jaw. Just as Jace had, she moved toward him keeping her sword up as a barrier between Jace's body and her own. Jace parried her bow; his blade sliding against hers to the hilt. Clary pushed against him with all her strength but it didn't seem to faze him. Instead Jace leaned in close so that Clary could feel his breath on her face and smiled at her.

"Does this mean you have to break poor Simon's heart?" Playful sarcasm in his voice. Clary scowled at him.

With a cry of irritation she pushed Jace back spinning to her right and away from Jace. Clary turned to face him again and felt a smile on her lips; Jace lifted one eye brow and shifted his blade from his right hand to his left and back again.

For what felt like forever, they stood eyes locked, before they both moved at the same time. Jace swing his blade above his head, Clary going anticipating this moved her blade so that hit would hit Jace just below his knees. Neither of them landed their blow. There was the loud clang as the metal slammed together.

Clary looked down to where her sword connected with Jace's. He must have moved at the last second, something that didn't really surprise Clary, because now they stood bodies almost touching. Only their blades between them. Clary lifted her eyes to see Jace; who was already watching her. His eyes scanning her face for a sign to move. She didn't give it though. Instead a small irrational idea came to her. The sensible side of her knew it would not end well but it was drowned out by her promise to her best friend. And it defiantly had nothing to do with the fact that Jace's hair was clinging to his temples with sweat or that his gold eyes were alive and content. And absolutely not how his lips were parted slightly. Clary told herself that it was for Simon.

"Clary?" Jace whispered and went to open his mouth to ask her something. Clary took the opportunity and reached up on her tippy toes. She maintained a strong grip on her weapon as she pressed her lips against his.

Jace's body went ridged with surprise. Clary's hand twitched, not yet, she told herself. A second later Jace gave in to the kiss and Clary felt the pressure from his blade lessen. Not completely, but enough that she had to act. Now!

Clary leaned into the kiss more, trying with all her will power not to become caught up in the familiar feel of Jace's lips. At the same time she flicked her wrist remembering how Izzy had showed her how to disarm someone. She used the swords hilt to protect her hand as she hit Jace's blade out from between them. It landed with a loud crash a few feet away from where they were still locked together. At the sound Jace pulled away and stared at his fallen sword in amazement. When he looked back at Clary she was grinning.

"I won!" Clary cried with glee which made Jace glare at her.

"You cheated." He snapped as he grabbed her sword from her grip.

Clary placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at Jace. "I didn't. You should never get distracted Jace. Wasn't that one of you first lessons?" She asked.

Jace placed both swords back before turning to Clary. He didn't look angry anymore which made some of Clary's resolve falter. As he approached her she began to step back away from him.

"Are you running from me Clary?" Jace asked with a grin.

"Are you going to do it?" She asked instead of answering. Jace sighed.

"Fine. But if Simon's friends are there then I'm out." Clary grinned at him and reached for her phone to tell Simon that Jace was in.