Hey guys, I think I finally got the hang of this!

Kay, this chapter is much longer than the first. I'll try and update at least every week, but I'm gonna need some reviews to motivate me! :P

DISCLAIMER: Nope I don't own the Mortal Instruments, they belong to Cassandra Clare.


It was Jace who spoke first, his hand holding Clary's securely.

"Okay okay okay, lemme get this straight. Some random chick that we've never met before, and claims to be filmmaker, wants to make a movie about us?" He asked in disbelief, his eyes wide.

Maryse simply nodded. Robert Lightwood came behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. He said, "And they aren't getting actors to play the parts. They want the real people."

"Us?" Isabelle wondered, putting a hand over her mouth.

The whole room looked at her. "Yes us! Who else?" Jace snapped, and Isabelle muttered and apology.

"But none of us know how to act," Alec spoke abruptly. Clary wondered why he wasn't out with Magnus tonight.

"This movie is gonna be shitty," said Jace, leaning back in his seat.

"Wait…Are mundanes going to see this movie? They can't know about the shadowhunter world!" Clary exclaimed.

Jace was stifling a laugh. "Clary," he chuckled, "Most of the things in mundane fantasy movies are the real thing! The mundanes just pass it off as special effects. Of course not all of them are real, but only the ones made by mundie producers are fake," he explained, patting her head gently.

Clary suddenly felt stupid. She'd been raised a mundane for almost her whole life, how was she supposed to know that? "Oh," she whispered. Jace squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Do we have to do this?" Alec asked morbidly, looking up at his parents.

Robert shook his head. "No, but the pay is fantastic, and if you guys don't take the parts then they'll have to find other people to play you, and I'm sure that'll be a disaster."

"No one can be me," Jace stated, his face smug.

Isabelle shot him a dirty look. "You're right, there is no guy on this earth that is as horribly aggravating as you," she spat, repaying him for his rudeness earlier.

Jace rolled his eyes. "Well fine, I'm in. Clary?" He nudged her, pleading with his irresistible and beautiful eyes.

Clary gave in instantly. "Oh all right. As long as everyone else is," she added quickly.

"I'm in, and so is Alec," Isabelle clapped, sliding her chair back.

"Well it looks like we're all set! Delilah is coming tomorrow, so behave yourselves and be ready!" Maryse demanded, leaving the room.

***

Delilah Secret was a petite woman, with her brown hair cut in a bobbed, business-like style. Her nails were chewed almost completely to the nub, a bad habit she had when she was nervous. She was not a shadowhunter, but her mother was one. Delilah had never been interested in hunting anything, and decided not to follow in her mother's footsteps. She went for Hollywood instead.

It was 10 o clock in the morning, not too early, not too late. Delilah paid the taxi driver and approached the Institute, where her future movie stars lived. A beautiful, black haired woman answered the door eagerly, and welcomed Delilah warmly.

"Hi," she greeted. "I'm Maryse Lightwood." Maryse offered her hand.

Delilah shook it indifferently, and took a seat in the first chair she saw. She hadn't been in an Institute for a very long time. Maryse disappeared into a hallway.

"JACE! CLARY! ALEC! ISABELLE!" She screamed, making Delilah leap a good 2 feet in the air.

Maryse reappeared, an annoyed smile on her face.

"I apologize, I told them to be ready, but they are teenagers after all," she explained.

Delilah nodded in understanding, and relaxed in the chair.

The first kid who entered the room was a tall, blonde haired, golden eyed teenage boy. He was gorgeous, Delilah admitted to herself. His hair was very messy, and he wore a white t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid boxers, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He didn't seem embarrassed about his appearance. He just sat down in a small armchair and stared at her.

Following on his heels was a short, red-haired girl. She was also still in her pajamas, but she looked a little more awake than the boy. She was very beautiful, it almost made Delilah jealous. The boy patted his lap and she sat, laying her head on his shoulder. Oh, lovers? Interesting… Delilah thought.

The next two kids looked almost exactly alike except for height and hair-length. One was an absolutely stunning girl, who was very tall. The other was a very handsome boy, who was equally tall. (I forgot who was taller; I don't have my books with me) They were both yawning and dragging their feet to sit down.

"Kids introduce yourself," Maryse urged, motioning with her hand. They were silent for a moment, looking nervously to one another.

"Hey, I'm Jace, the awesome one," the blonde haired boy smirked, breaking the silence. He was much more awake now, playing with the hair of the girl who sat in his lap. She stayed silent, her eyes fixed suspiciously on Delilah.

"And this is the beautiful and talented Clary, the obvious shy one," Jace said for her, kissing her cheek with no shame.

"I'm Isabelle, and this is my brother Alec," the black haired girl explained, pointing with her thumb to the boy beside her.

"They're the weird ones," Jace said from across the room. The red-head…Clary, was trying not to laugh.

Isabelle opened her mouth to say something, but Maryse quickly intervened. "These are my children," she said gesturing to Alec and Isabelle. "And this is my adopted son and my best friend's daughter," and pointed to Jace and Clary, who were facing each other, staring lovingly into each other's eyes. "These are our heroes," Maryse said proudly, gesturing to all of them.

Delilah raised a skeptical eyebrow. Surely these… children didn't save the world? The ones before her now that looked like they'd just rolled out of bed? Which is probably what they did, she thought. But when she looked again, she saw the fierce passion that burned in each and every one of their eyes, and reconsidered her original thoughts.

"Hello," Delilah greeted, speaking for the first time. "I'm Delilah Secret. I hope you all have some acting skill, because you're going to need it. We start tomorrow."

***

"Jace, I have absolutely NO idea how to act! What was I thinking when I agreed to this???" Clary yelled, exasperated. She threw the blankets over her head.

"You were thinking about me, isn't that obvious?" Jace replied, pulling the blankets off and picking her up, bridal style.

"Put me down! Jace! Come on!" Clary protested, throwing pointless punches in the direction of his face. She missed, numerous times.

He laughed and buried his face in her hair. "Oh alright," he sighed, putting her down.

She grumbled and punched his arm, hard. Jace had forgotten how strong she'd become.

"Come on; let's go talk to Alec and Izzy. I bet they could give you some lessons," He suggested, and they left his room.

"Do you know what Delilah said?" Isabelle said excitedly, after Jace and Clary sat down on her bed. Alec was lying on the floor, his head propped on a pillow, glaring at a crack in the ceiling.

"What did she say?" Clary asked, leaning on Jace.

Isabelle grinned widely. "I overheard her and mom talking. Delilah wants to bring everybody to be on the cast! Everyone who was involved in the story that is."

"So that would mean Simon, Maia, Magnus, Luke, Jocelyn, Amatis, Aline…" Jace started, and then thought. "But who's going to play Jonathon, Hodge, Valentine, and the other…people who died?" His throat constricted, thinking of Max.

"I guess look alikes," Alec mumbled, sitting up to look at them.

"Well we should all go to sleep. It's going to be hell tomorrow," Clary groaned. Jace wrapped his arms around her.

Isabelle practically bounced off the bed. "No! It'll be fun!!!!"

She was silenced by 3 pillows flying in her direction.

***

Jace was not fond Delilah Secret. First of all, she was short and very loud. Second of all, she took a particular disliking to Clary that made him want to just pick the filmmaker up by her stupid hair and chuck her out the window. Third of all, she had called him, "sonny." Jace was not a sonny.

He was sitting outside the Institute with Clary and Simon, studying their scripts. They were supposed to remember the first few scenes in 2 days. Another reason to dislike Delilah.

"How does she know all this?" Simon asked Clary, who was sitting between him and Jace, reading her script in disbelief.

"She knows about the Pandemonium, the poetry reading, everything," Clary whispered, shaking her head.

"Actually, I think she only knows about the events…A lot of the actual dialogue in here isn't right at all. She makes me seem like I have no sense of humor, Isabelle is too nice, and Alec isn't even in some of the scenes he's supposed to be in," Jace said, frowning.

"Yeah I know! Remember when I killed my first demon in my apartment? Well after it stings me, my last breath is "Jace." THAT didn't happen at all," Clary complained.

"Sure whatever. Don't hide that you loved me even then," Jace teased.

"No, that was you, remember? You fell in love with me way faster than I fell in love with you," Clary stated, crossing her arms.

"If you guys are done flirting…. Look at THIS!" Simon exclaimed, laughing. "Jace, since when could you play the flute?"

Jace looked at the part in the script he was pointing at. "What the hell…? 'Clary enters room where she hears Jace playing the flute passionately,' what joke is this! I don't play the flute!" He yelled angrily, blood rushing to his cheeks. "I play the piano. Not the flute. Big difference."

Clary was near tears with laughter, and Simon would be too if he could cry. Jace glared at them both until they stopped laughing.

"Jace…I'm sorry, it's just, imagine yourself playing the flute, it's such a…Feminine instrument," Simon said between gasps.

"Well look at this, Mr. Manly," Jace growled, jabbing his finger at a different place in the script.

Simon's eyes bugged out of his head and he snatched the packet from Jace, reading rapidly. "I, WHAT!? I'M not gay, that's ALEC!" He screamed. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

Clary was purple from laughing so hard; her arms were wrapped around her stomach. Jace also lost his angry expression and joined her.

"Where the hell did she get this damn script anyway?" Simon hissed, throwing it at Jace.

They just continued laughing, and Simon sighed and went to find Isabelle.

***

She was sitting in a tree, her long black hair dangling like a curtain down her back. Simon had to stop to catch his breath, although he didn't need to. It was an automatic thing when he saw Isabelle. She was intensely reading her script, her brow furrowed angrily.

"Hey Izzy," Simon murmured as he pulled himself into the tree beside her.

"Hey Simon! Tell me, who is more attractive, me or Alec?" She asked quickly, a smile playing on her lips.

Simon, thrown aback by her stupid question, immediately answered, "You, of course. I mean Alec is cool and all, but I wouldn't know if he was attractive…"

Isabelle giggled and put her hand over Simon's mouth. "So you're not gay?"

He gaped at her, his eyes darkening with anger. "No! I am NOT gay! What the hell is with these stupid scripts anyway?" He fumed after Isabelle removed her hand.

She sighed in relief. "Good, because worrying about Alec finding a man was hard enough. Thank God for Magnus. I don't know if I'd be able to find you one too," Isabelle joked, pushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Well I like girls. Boobs, butts, makeup. Girls," Simon clarified, crossing his arms defiantly.

Isabelle giggled again at expression, and then pointed to the paper in her hands. "I'm too nice. My weapon is a bow. That's Alec's weapon, not mine. They don't even mention my whip in here," she said sadly.

"Maybe we should find the short lady and ask her to change the script. She's got everything all wrong," Simon told her.

"Yeah, because look. Apparently you turned into a rabbit instead of a rat when we were at Magnus' party," Isabelle said, smiling.

Simon rolled his eyes. "If I had turned into a rabbit, then I would have never been kidnapped by the vampires, and therefore, would have never turned into one," he explained.

Isabelle's eyes dropped. "I'm sorry for letting that happen," she whispered, her lip trembling.

Simon cupped her chin in his hand. "It's okay. I forgave you a long time ago."

They stared at each other for a long moment, holding their breath. Simon, beginning to get nervous, cleared his throat. "Well, we should go look for that Delilah woman."

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