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Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments or it's characters, Cassandra Clare does.

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Clary still had 1 more week before her cast could come off for good. She had been counting the days excitedly.

"Clary, could you come down for a moment?" Jocelyn called to Clary. "Okay." Clary said, bounding down the stairs and stopping to stand in front of her mother. "Clary, Luke and his son Jonathan are coming over for dinner. I want you to be on your best behavior, okay?" Jocelyn told her daughter. Clary hesitated, but nodded her head. She didn't like Luke. He was scary, with his messy brown hair and his short beard that covered the bottom half of his face. He reminded her of a werewolf. His son Jonathan wasn't bad though. He was turning 9 that year, and looked nothing like Luke with his long, jet black hair that fell into his chocolaty eyes. Jonathan was funny. He could always find a way to make Clary laugh.

Jocelyn interrupted her thoughts. "Clary, are you listening?"

"Um, sorry. What?"

Jocelyn sighed. "I said, go change into your green dress, then come back down here so I can do your hair. Capiche?"

Clary nodded and then went back upstairs. She dug through her closet and found her green dress hanging in the corner. She carefully pulled it out and took it off of the hanger so that she didn't wrinkle it.

The dress was sleeveless and reached down to her knees. Clary didn't like the dress, personally, but her mother said that it complimented her bright green eyes, so she continued to wear it. After she slipped it on, she grabbed a brush, a hair tie, and a small container filled with bobby pins, and went back down stairs.

Her mother was waiting at the dining table for her, staring thoughtfully out the window. "Mum?" Clary said. Jocelyn snapped her attention to Clary. "Well, that was quick," She said, half to herself. "Ok Clare, come and sit down." Jocelyn stood up from the chair she was sitting in. Clary walked over and sat in the same chair, the seat still warm.

Jocelyn set to work on Clary's curly red hair. First she brushed it out so that it was as smooth as silk. Next, she started to French braid it, starting at her left temple and working her way down her head diagonally, so that the braid hung off of Clary's right shoulder. Lastly, she pinned a few loose strands back in place, and she was done. "Alright, Clare, I'm done. Don't run around too much before Luke and Jonathan come, or you'll mess up your hair or wrinkle your dress." Jocelyn instructed. Clary nodded her head.

Jocelyn then went upstairs so that she could get ready. She came back down in a white sundress that went down half way down her calves. Her hair fell freely down her back. She was wearing some clear lip gloss and some eyeliner that made her bright green eyes pop. Clary stared at her mother, her mouth hanging open. "Woah, mom, you look so pretty!" Clary said in awe. Jocelyn's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Thank you darling. Do you think Luke will-" Jocelyn was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. "I'll get it!" Clary shouted. She jumped out of the chair and sprinted down the call. Jocelyn sighed, but jogged up behind her daughter, reaching her right before she opened the door.

Clary gasped and hid behind her mother. Jocelyn sighed. "Hi Luke." She said. Luke chuckled and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Hello Jocie." He looked down and the redheaded mass hiding behind his girlfriend. "Hmm, I wonder who this is!" He looked at Jocelyn, a huge smile on his face. Jocelyn mouthed "One, two, three!" To him, and she quickly moved away from the door, Clary's tiny frame remaining. Luke quickly grabbed her up in his arms and tossed her over his shoulder. "Hmmm, Jonathan, have you seen Clary anywhere?" He asked his son mischievously. "Dad, stop being silly, she's right there!" Jonathan said, pointing to the small body hanging off Luke's back. Luke turned around. "Where? I don't see her anywhere!" Clary giggled. "Luke! I'm right here!" Clary beat her fists on Luke's back. Jocelyn laughed. "Alright Luke, I think that's enough." Luke smiled brightly and put her down, and looked at her with a surprised look on his face. "Oh, hi Clary! When did you get here?" Luke said, tugging on the end of her braid. Clary giggled. "Luke, I was here the whole time!" Luke laughed. "If you say so, Clare-Bear."

Jonathan was already down the hall and sitting at the dining room table. He had a fork in his right hand and a knife in his left. "Where's the food, woman, I'm starving!" He was banging his fists on the table. "Jon, be polite." Luke scolded. Jonathan put his hands in his lap and hung his head. "Sorry." He muttered under his breath. "No, no, it's totally fine Jon. Clary, would you mind helping me get the food onto the table?" Jocelyn asked her daughter. Clary smiled. "Okay." She said, walking up to her mother and taking a bowl of mashed potatoes from her hands and setting it on the table. "Here, Clary, I've got the rest." Said Luke. He took the two remaining bowls of food in each of his hands and set them on the table.

Everyone sad down in a chair. Clary sat down beside Jonathan, and Jocelyn beside Luke. "Dig in!" Said Jocelyn.

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"Well, Jocie, that was absolutely delicious." Luke said, rubbing his stomach. Jocelyn smiled. "Glad you liked it. How about you, Jon?"

"Umm, I really liked the chicken." Jon said.

"Jon, I didn't make chicken." Jocelyn said, confused.

"Then what's this?" He said, picking up the meat.

"Oh, that's quail, Johnny. It's like chicken, but it's… smaller."

"Well, whatever it's called, it's really good." Jon took another piece of the meat and gobbled it down, spitting out the bones in the process.

"Alright, Jon, I think that's enough for one meal. Why don't you and Clary go outside and play for a bit?" Suggested Luke.

Huge smiles appeared on the faces of the young children. "Okay." They said in unison, jumping out of their chairs and racing to the door. "Clary, Jon, try not to get too dirty, okay?" Jocelyn said. "We won't." Called Clary as she put on a pair of shoes. Jon was already out of the door. "Come on Clary!" "Coming!" Clary raced out of the door behind him, forgetting to shut the door behind her.

Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. "Jon?" Clary called. "Catch me if you can!" Jon peaked his head out from behind a tree. "Jon, I don't wanna run. What if I break my other arm?" Jon sighed and walked out from behind the tree. "Okay. What do you wanna do then?"

"Oooh, I have an idea, how about we ask Alec, Isabelle and Jace to play with us too?" Clary suggested.

"Okay. Come on!" Jon ran to the Lightwood house. Clary reluctantly followed, jogging behind him. Jon waited for Clary to catch up before he rang the doorbell. Alec and Isabelle's mother Maryse opened the door. "Hello there kids. What can I do for you?" Her throat was hoarse, as if she had been shouting. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt with black tights. Her right cheek was red, and there was a… bruise of some sort on her neck. Clary spoke. "Um, Jonathan and I were wondering if Alec and Isabelle could play outside…" Maryse smiled. "I'll ask them. Alec, Isabelle, can you come down please?" The children came down. "Hi Clary… Oh, hello Jonathan." Greeted Alec. Isabelle rushed past her mother and embraced Clary. "Clary! I haven't seen you since before you broke your arm! What happened? Are you okay?" Isabelle bombarded her with questions. Clary giggled, and hugged back with her uninjured arm. "I'm fine now, Izzy. Jace and I were playing, and I tripped and fell on my arm. He went and got his mom, and then my mom drove us to the hospital. I get my cast off next week." Clary moved out of the embrace and smiled brightly at Isabelle.

Alec and Jonathan were standing silently, not really looking at each other. They didn't know what to think of each other. "Jon, Alec, come on, let's go get Jace." Alec's face brightened at the mention of Jace. Jonathan looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing. He trailed behind the rest of the group as they raced to the Herondale house.

They got to the door. Alec rang the doorbell. Jace answered. "Hey guys, what's up?" Jace asked them. "Can you play outside with us?" Asked Clary. Jace smiled. "I think so. Lemme ask my mum." Jace ran away from the door, into the house. He came back a minute later. "She said I can, but we have to stay where she can see me." They all smiled and made way for him to get out of the house.

"Okay, so what should we play?" Asked Jonathan. They all thought for a moment. "Oh, I know! How about we play..." Isabelle paused for dramatic effect. "Hide and go seek!" "Okay. I'll be it!" Said Jonathan. Isabelle whined. "Aww, but I wanted to be it!" "Iz, you can be it next round." Alec said wisely. Even though he was the second oldest in the group at 8 years old, he was definitely the most responsible of all of them.

Isabelle sighed. "Okay." She muttered. Jonathan started counting to 30, and the children ran to hide.

"...28, 29, 30! Ready or not, here I come!"

AN:

Hey guys! Sorry for the filler chapter, but I felt really bad for not updating in so long, so I gave you this. I would've made it longer, but I felt that if I dragged it on further, I would've gotten no where. If you guys want some more action in the story, feel free to tell me, and I'll see what I can do!

~Sammy