Hey guys, I'be pulled a muscle so I'll get more time to review. It HURTS!

Jack POV

When Bethia finally agreed to go out with me. I ran to tell my parabati, Scott. He took one look at me and guesses,

"You've finally asked Katie's mum if we can go see Everton vs Liverpool?" I looked at him for a second and said,

"NO! I still haven't done that," I said quietly, "I asked Bethia to go out with me, and she said YES!"

"That was my next guess." Scott studied me for a second and said, "Are you sure you're good enough for her." Suddenly I started to doubt that it was her next guess. A grin spread across his face and I gave him the finger.

"But seriously about those tick-" Scott started, he was cut of by the door opening. Ffion stood in the doorway, a manic grin fixed on her face.

"What's up, Ffi? You look kinda crazy!" Scott asked, clearly and rightfully freaked out considering his girlfriends sister looked possessed. She giggled manically for a second and said, "We're going shopping," definitely not like Katie in this way, I thought, "and you have to come with us!" She finished.

We both groaned.

Scott POV

Two hours later, Jack, Katie and I were sat on chairs outside the fitting rooms in New Look (A/N comment if you have one near you!), while Clary, clearly regretting asking Ffion to come shopping with them, stepped out in a pair of Black Skinnys, a top which had a reindeer with goofy glasses on it and a pair of red ballet flats. The outfit would have looked good, I thought, if it were Christmas!

"Really Flowertot? Really? Reindeers?" Katie asked, using the nickname she loathed so much.

"Yes, and don't call me Flowertot." Ffi replied indignantly. We all laughed and Clary, bless her, went back into the changing rooms for the fiftieth time at least.

The next time she came out, I asked her how se was so tolerant. "There was a girl in New York, Isabelle, who was obsessed with fashion, she was going to be my parabati." She said dreamily.

"I'm sure one of the girls here would be your parabati, or you could go back and bring Isabelle over here." I said quickly.

"No, no it's fine, I'm just still a little shocked." She murmured and disappeared back into the changing rooms.

About half an hour later Katie snuggled into me, and I put my arm round her, being the over-protective boyfriend she always called me. After that the other 4 hours went by in a blur. I just moved from one shop to the next with everyone else, offering my opinion when it was wanted. Still pondering why Clary had said what she had, I came upon the conclusion that she was very close to this 'Isabelle', and she was like a sister, I wondered what they had been through to bring them so close, so quickly, and realised I wasn't sure I needed, or wanted, to know. The enormity of what had happened to Clary hit me then, in that exact moment, I felt a sudden urge of empathy towards her. I realised what it would be like to have been lied to your whole life about who your father is, who you are and then what she was thrown into.

We were in Idris, we were in the battle, at the after party. He remembered seeing a couple on the steps of the hall of Accords, a girl with red hair and a boy with blonde. It was her. The girl, it was her. She looked over at her, the way she was laughing with Katie and Ffi and realised how pretentious her facade actually was.

Eventually, Ffion finally decided that Clary had enough clothes.

"So we finally get to go home, Fudge and Kit Kat?" Jack asked excitedly.

"If you keep calling us that, no!" Ffion said angrily.

"Yeah, if you keep on like that you'll wake with Seraph Blades positioned at equidistant points from you're heart." Katie muttered, as well as being my little Kit Kat, she's also my little Maths Geek. Jack visibly gulped, he knew Katie was the best Shadowhunter here, due to her well placed blows, agility (A/N for anyone that knows me, dancer ring any bells?), and wolf like power (A/N again, swimmer).

Katie POV

He didn't, he did not just call us 'Kit Kat and Fudge'. He has no idea how serious I was about the Seraph Blade thing.

"Come on Scott, I need to train." I muttered to him. He looked at me, petrified.

"Oh come on, I can't be that good." I told him. He nodded.

"Fine I'll use the punch bag." He nodded again, more vigorously this time though. I rolled my eyes, God my boyfriends a wuss, I thought to myself.

When we reached the Institute, I went straight to the training room. It was on the top floor, and, when we were pupils here, was my Chemistry classroom, though the walls had been knocked through so the whole top floor was one room. The changing rooms were downstairs.

First I pulled out my favourite weapon, the Seraph blade, though I was good with all weapons, and did some target practice.

When I had decimated everything in sight, I went back to the weapons table, and picked up a selection of weapons, Chakrams, Samurai swords, I even slung a bow on my back.

After there were no more dummy's left to destroy, I heard a sigh from behind me. I turned to find Clary stood at the top of the stairs watching me. But the fact she had found the training room wasn't what bothered me, it was the tears in her eyes that did that.

"Angel! Whats wrong, Clary?" I said rushing over to her, desperate to comfort my new friend.

"You're good at everything, like he was." She said between silent sobs.

"What, like who?" I was genuinely confused now.

"Like him," she repeated, "Like Jace."

Sorry it's short, I'm really tired and I want to upload tonight. LittleMissGoldAsh, I will add you in next chapter.

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SwimmingSquirrel out!