Hey guys! I'm really sorry that this took so long and I really don't have an excuse! I mean, exams are this week and I've been pretending to study, plus I just read to books in the past two days, but that doesn't really cut it. By the way, if you haven't read Matched by Ally Condie, you should go buy that book it's really good, but sad :(

**I changed the last chapter a bit because someone pointed out to me that it was a bit rushed and thinking back, I totally agree. So if you haven't read the change, you might want to before you read this chapter!**

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :)

Clary

Clary was seated at the table across from her mother and Luke, who had surprisingly prepared a Christmas dinner after all. For some reason, even though shadowhunters were half-angel, they didn't really celebrate things that supposedly happened way back when.

"So I met this boy named Jace yesterday," Clary began when there was a brief gap in the conversation. Her mother dropped her cutlery and her mouth hung open for a couple of seconds before Luke pushed it closed.

"Oh, come on mom, it's not like I've never met a boy before," Clary said, curious as to why her mother appeared so shocked to hear this.

"No, of course not, dear. I was just – Jace, is he the boy staying with the Lightwoods in the Institute?" Jocelyn asked, regaining her composure.

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, I've never seen Jace when I've been at the Institute, but I guess he must just be out when I'm there occasionally," Clary said, "Besides, neither Isabelle, Alec or Max have said anything about someone named Jace living there." Clary wondered about this, why hadn't they mentioned Jace before? Was he just a passing shadowhunter who was staying in the Institute for the time being? After all, Clary hadn't been there in a little over two months. Anything could have happened in that time span.

"Why do you ask?" Clary was also curious as to why her mother cared where Jace was living – because Clary certainly did not care.

"I've heard his name mentioned a few times," Jocelyn began, "Jace Wayland. He is supposedly famous for his demon-slaying abilities. Plus, he's been living with the Lightwoods for years now." Well, this removed any question that Jace had recently moved to the Institute. Clearly it had been his home for a long time.

Another thought dawned on Clary: she now knew his last name. Wayland. Jace Wayland. Clary Wayland. Clarissa Wayland – what the hell was Clary doing? She didn't even like the arrogant prick, the thought of marrying him and taking up his last name was absurd. Although, Clarissa Wayland had a sort of ring to it that she wouldn't mind getting used to. And no, she definitely would not be getting used to those two names combined, what on earth was she thinking?

"Everything all right, dear?" Clary's mom asked as she looked at her daughter's contorted face.

"Yes, fine," Clary replied as she did her best to mask her emotions and make her face appear blank. Just like Jace did, she thought as she unconsciously gnawed on her bottom lip. She would not think about that rude, conceited, self-absorbed, gorgeous boy who made her body tingle and her stomach turn somersaults.

It's fine, Clary thought, you'll never see the ungodly Jace Wayland's stunningly attractive face again. But just as she thought this, her mother contradicted it with a request of her own.

"Oh, why don't you go see how things are at the Institute tomorrow after lunch?" Jocelyn asked suddenly, the idea having dawned on her. "You should visit again, it's been a while and I'm sure Max misses reading Manga comics with you!"

"Yeah, what a great idea," Clary replied, her voice dripping sarcasm, "I'm sure that Jace would absolutely love to see me."

Clary's mother looked at her as if she were crazy, but she didn't say anything; just shook her head and began eating again.

Jace

"Alexander Lightwood!" Jace yelled as he prepared to scream at his adopted brother for lying to him, "How dare you!"

"How dare I what?" Alec asked, looking extremely confused.

"How dare you tell me that you had been taken by a demon?" Jace exclaimed, "Do you know how goddamn worried I was?"

Alec's confused expression only grew more confused as he said, "Jace, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jace was completely taken aback. "Oh, really? So you're telling me that there's a person out there who's bent on getting me killed and does the best impression of you that I've ever heard?" he asked sarcastically. Surely, Alec couldn't be telling the truth.

"You never know, it could happen," Alec said. "I mean really, I can think of many people who might be bent on getting you killed. Impersonating me wouldn't really be that hard."

"So is that a no, you didn't call me?" Jace asked, ignoring Alec's previous comment.

"Yes," Alec replied, his voice imitating Jace's serious one.

"So that's a yes, you did call me?" Jace asked, confused.

"No, yes that's a no I didn't call you," Alec replied, exasperated.

"What?" Jace asked, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "Will you just tell me if you did or didn't call me?"

"No, I didn't call you!" Alec said in a loud voice, annoyed with Jace.

Jace just looked at Alec with a raised eyebrow and shook his head. He was about to turn around, when Alec put his hand on Jace's arm. "Wait," Alec began. "Mom said that the Fairchild girl is coming over tomorrow, so make yourself scarce."

"Got it," Jace replied. As usual, he wasn't allowed to meet any of the shadowhunter guests. He wasn't really sure why, but he assumed it had something to do with him being drop-dead gorgeous, and girls swooning whenever they looked at him. "What's her name, Alec?"

"Who, Fairchild?" Alec asked, extremely confused. "It's Clarissa, I think." With that, Jace nodded and turned around, going to the library for a little peek at the Fairchild family tree.

Jace flipped through the pages of the Fairchild family history book, seeing a Charlotte Branwell nee Fairchild from the 1800s, Aloysius and Adele Fairchild, of whom he had heard of. His father mentioned that they died in a house fire in Idris a while back. Right below Aloysius and Adele, was Clary. But her name wasn't Clary, or even Clarissa – it was Jocelyn.

Jace sat puzzled for a moment, until he saw the date that Jocelyn was born. Of course, he thought, this must be Clary's mother. Since Jocelyn looked to be about seventeen in that picture, Jace figured that the book hadn't been updated in a while.

He was just about to put the book back on the shelf when a small picture fell out of the back of it. After picking it up, Jace realized that it was Clary as a little girl – she looked to be about three, and she was drawing a rune on a piece of paper, using a real stele too. She was sitting on the floor and her copper hair was in tight braids, the same way that they had been the previous night.

Jace flipped the picture over, reading the caption, 'Clary drawing her first rune!' Now that Jace thought about it, he hadn't recognized the rune that was on the paper. It didn't appear to be one from the Gray Book. So if it wasn't from the Gray Book, where was it from? Could Clary have made it up herself? Of course not, he thought to himself, that's absurd.

But even as he put the picture into his pocket and placed the book back in its spot on the shelf, he wondered if it was that absurd. He pondered this for a moment, before walking back to his room as fast as he could, deciding to accidentally come out of hiding while she was at the Institute.

Clary

Clary walked up to the large doors of the Institute, unsure if she should ring the doorbell or just walk in. She couldn't remember what she had done last time, since it had been so long ago. After thinking about it for a minute, Clary decided to ring the doorbell, since she didn't want to be rude.

After only a moment, one of the large doors opened, and Isabelle was standing inside. "How many times have I told you to let yourself in, Fairchild?" Isabelle asked, her lips curving upward into a smirk.

"Clearly not enough, Lightwood," Clary replied as she stepped passed Isabelle and into the Institute.

Isabelle's face became more serious as she said, "So why are you here anyway?"

"My mom, obviously," Clary said as she rolled her eyes. "Do you really think I would have come her on my own accord?"

"Ouch," Isabelle said, her voice full of false hurt.

"I'm kidding," Clary said with a smile. "I did want to ask you something though."

"For the last time Clary, we do not have any hot guys who also aren't conceited assholes staying here right now," Isabelle said, purely trying to drive Clary mental. This is what Isabelle said every time Clary visited, ever since she told Isabelle that she would rather die than stay in the same place as an egotistical prick, no matter how hot he was.

"And if you're thinking about Alec," Isabelle went on, "You might as well give it a rest. Not only is he not interested in anything but bananas, but he's also taken by somebody with one."

Clary gasped, reflexively. "No," she said, "Who? Is he a faerie? Is it Meliorn, Iz? I can see how that might be a bit upsetting."

"No, it's not Meliorn," Isabelle said as she rolled her eyes, "Besides, I broke up with him so it wouldn't matter anyway." Clary snickered. "He's not a faerie," Isabelle went on, "He's a warlock."

"No!" Clary said again. "It's not…"

"It is!" Isabelle confirmed.

"It's Fell?" Clary asked, completely shocked.

"God no! It's not Fell," Isabelle reassured her, "It's Bane."

"Magnus!?" Clary was surprised, she had had no idea that Magnus was gay.

"Yep."

"Well if he's happy…" Clary trailed off.

"He is," Isabelle replied, "He's finally happy."

"Good, I'm glad," she said with a smile. "Now, back to my question that you rudely interrupted," Clary said as she glared at Isabelle, but there was no real anger in her voice.

"What's your question, Fairchild?"

Clary hesitated for a second before saying, "Jace Wayland. Does he live here?"

Hope you enjoyed it! And I really am sorry that it's been so long!

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Peace, love and sparkles,

SLS