Hello. I felt that the first chapter was a little short and I wanted to add a little of the others in as well. Hopefully everyone likes this. Sorry about any typos, I'm writing from an Ipad and it is a little difficult. While I still have WiFi, here is another chapter.

Everything belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 2

Clary wanders around the training room waiting for Jace to arrive. They are supposed to train together. Jace said he wants her to be better at protecting herself, because he won't be around all the time. She thinks that she can protect herself just fine, but Jace disagrees.

Why does Isabelle think that she isn't Robert's daughter? She looks just like Maryse, which doesn't exactly mean anything. She would look like her mother no matter who the father was. That was yesterday. Isabelle didn't say or do anything to make Clary think that she was still upset about it.

Hands wrap around her waist. Warm, with long, scarred shadowhunter fingers with a Herondale ring. She automatically leans into him. Her Jace. Jace with his golden-blonde hair and sparkling amber eyes. Jace who is closed off from everyone. Everyone but her. Jace who picked her over anyone and everyone else. They had picked each other over everyone else. He was the only person who believed that she could be a shadowhunter.

"Where have you been? I came in here ranting about Magnus stealing my parabatai and you were just gone." His voice was slightly husky, sexy.

"I didn't hear you. I was just thinking."

"Ohh? And what were you thinking about that was more important than I?"

"Well, you see, I was just thinking of my wonderful boyfriend and just how lucky I am with all my friends." She replies with a grin, looking up at him.

"I see. Well, you are lucky. Not just anyone is lucky enough to be with this." he says, gesturing to his body. "Now lets get training."

~oO0Oo~

"Yes?" Isabelle walked into the dining room where Jace had told her Maryse wanted to speak with her. Maryse was standing by the door leading to the kitchen.

"I want to teach you to cook, I know you like to, so maybe a lesson would be appreciated?" Maryse asks with questioning eyes.

What is going on? What made Maryse pay attention to us. She is usually too busy running the institute to actually care what her children are doing.

"Why do you care all of a sudden? You usually only care if we have trained enough for the day, what makes now different?" She asks, not rudely, just curiously.

"I realize that I haven't been the greatest mother. There are times that I wanted to do things with you kids, I just didn't have the time. I also realize that I ignored your father too much and that is what put a strain on our relationship. I want us to be close, Isabelle, and if we can't be close, I hope we can be closer than we are now." Maryse looks like she is about to cry. She looks genuinely hurt by the fact that we aren't close. Poor Max never got to see this side of Mom...That is why.

"Max. He is why you're doing this. You weren't close to him before Sebastian, and you don't want to loose your chance with anyone else." It makes complete sense. Isabelle doesn't sound angry at all as she speaks. Just curious and maybe a little hurt. The way Maryse is talking makes her think that Maryse is either a very good lier-she was in the circle, she'd have to be a good lier- or she really believes that Isabelle is Robert's daughter. Now isn't the time to bring that up.

Isabelle sighs deeply. "Okay, what are we going to cook?"

Maryse smiles widely. "I can show you how to make Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo? Does that sound good?" Isabelle just smiles. During the entire lesson, Isabelle wonders, again, if Robert really is her father. Look at Jace. He thought Valentine was his dad for so long when he wasn't even remotely related. She silently vows to find out for sure.

~oO0Oo~

Alec looked around him. He was in Magnus' apartment but felt perfectly at home. The warlock was in the shower but he was on the couch, thinking. He wanted to be around Jace more often. Jace was his parabatai, but they both decided to go different ways. They lived so close to one another, but they rarely saw each other. Isabelle, too. He missed his sister. His sister who was the opposite of him, not in looks, but personality. Where Alec was uncertain of himself and aspired to be well known, Isabelle was hard to forget and very confident.

Magnus suddenly walked from the hallway, a towel wrapped around his waist. His black hair sticking up from him running his hand through it. "Why such a far of look, Alec? You know you were welcome to join me if you were that bored. Ahh, well, too late now."

"I was just thinking of my sister and Jace. I don't see them as often as I would like to."

"We shall go to the institute tomorrow, then. I have missed my biscuit, as well."

Magnus walked over to the couch, his feet smacking against the floor. He plopped down next to Alec and just looked at him. They were both just looking at each other. Alec slowly stood up and sauntered toward Magnus' bedroom, motioning for Magnus to follow. And follow he did.

How was it? Please review! I want help with my writing! I feel like its not the greatest. I had to put the Clace and Malec bits in there. I didn't in the first chapter, but i had to in this one. Now I just need Simon back from Idris...hmmm. Like I said, REVIEW! If you have any ideas, let me know, PM me, if I like your idea, it shall be in the story. Well, Hope you liked the chapter.

Until next time...