"You look sexy." Jace grinned at Clary.

"Jace, I'm preparing a meal for the group, how is that sexy?" She huffed, slicing up the fish Sebastian had caught. Tessa grimaced as she had to take the scales of of them, and Isabelle straight up said no.

"Just look at you, chest pushed out for me, covered in blood like some badass warrior." He gestured.

"Really?" She sighed at him.

"Yeah, you look great today." He gushed.

"Jace, they're just boobs, the same one's they've been since the day we met." She explained. He looked taken aback at her bluntness around her own mother. Jocelyn stopped cooking over the fire, and then resumed, pretending she hadn't heard her daughter

"I don't know, they just look great today. You look beautiful as always, but I can't just ignore the twins." Clary's nose scrunched up at the smell, and had to take deep breaths so that she would be sick.

"You don't ignore us." Ava and Liam chimed in from their seats. Jace's face paled as he realized they had heard him.

"He's talking about different ones." Isabelle smirked. Tessa clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in disapproval.

"Could you keep it down Jace?" She cried, her eyes stinging as she chopped up the fish with it's horrible odor. Jace rushed to her side, whispered words of apologeticness as she continued.

"I'm sorry, what I meant is that I appreciate you doing this for our family, even Sebastian." Jace explained. She wiped her eyes across her covered shoulder, then resumed where she briefly left off.

"No, it's my fault. I just haven't been getting much sleep, and it's making me moody." Clary excused. She could feel him smile against her neck, and knowing what he was thinking, swatted him away. "Stop that." She groaned. Emma stopped chopping, looking up at Clary with amusement.

"Trouble in paradise?" She questioned. Jocelyn rolled her eyes at her before resuming her place at cooking the fish over the flames.

"Shut up." Clary mumbled.

The food tasted somehow wrong as Simon swallowed it down. There was nothing pleasant about the collection of berries Isabelle had set out for him. His taste buds rejected the organic meal almost immediately, and he dashed outside to expel the putrid fruit onto the grass.

He wiped his mouth, and gasped at the blood that settled on his hand. Simon looked down at his vomit, and saw that it was crimson that dominated its color, nearly no trace of the meal he had eaten. Isabelle was moving around in the room, he could hear her feet shuffle against the worn carpet as she paced back and forth with their son in her arms.

As he swiped his hand across his dirtied jeans, Simon felt pain soar throughout his fingers. When he brought his hand up to his face, he nearly vomited again, for blood was leaking down his finger like a scarlet bow tie. His fingernail lay a bluish obsidian on the ground.

"You need food." A girly voice said from behind him. Simon turned, his gaze having to lower so that he could look Marlene in the eye.

"I have food. There just must have been something wrong with it." He excused to the grinning woman, though her small frame made her look more like an adolescent.

"That's not what your body wants, Simon." She chuckled. His brow quirked in question. What she was talking about left him clueless.

"Then what does my body want?"

"You'll have to figure that out on your own." She smiled before flitting away to whatever dark corner she had appeared from.

"Feeling better Dad?" Clary asked Luke as ate his meal without anyone's help. His cheeks had a bit more color to him, and when she checked his temperature, he wasn't burning up as he had been. If anyone was feeling sick in the group it was Jordan, though his symptoms were less severe, looking more as if he had a cold.

"Great actually. Healthy as a horse!" Luke smiled, pounding against his chest with his hand fisted. Jocelyn snorted next to him on the bed, and Ambra snuggled in close to Luke, as she had not been allowed to for what seemed like an eternity to the small girl. "Maybe I could start going out on runs soon?" His question was aimed at Jocelyn. Clary decided to speak up so that her mother didn't have to be in an awkward situation.

"You're not missing out on anything Dad. I could barely get up being so tired and sore from the last one." Clary spoke. It was true, as she cried when Jace told her that it was time they wake up. Without sleep, was emotional. She spend her time in bed wisely, her muscles agreed with her.

"How about getting out, going out to hunt?" Luke pouted.

"I'm sure that can be arranged" Clary grinned, holding Jace's hand in hers. He smiled back at her, even if her parents were in the same room as them. The happy moment was disrupted at the surge of pain that erupted from her stomach. Clary breathed heavily through her nose before excusing herself outside.

Lungfuls of brisk air traveled down her throat, whatever pain she had experienced being diluted by the open environment. Weird, she thought to herself. Her head snapped to the side, seeing Jordan walk over to the room she had just left.

"Hey!" She called out, startling him to embarrassment.

"What?" He stuttered before sneezing. She gave him an angered expression as he neared her. He looked confused, but she guessed that he should have already known.

"You got me sick, asshole!" Clary accused. Jordan bowed his head, then flicked it up with the same angered expression that Clary had never seen him wear.

"So, what? You're mad you can't bang your boyfriend like you do every night? Get over it." He growled, actually growled to her. The agitated furrow of his brows diminished into one of an apologetic feel. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." He started. Clary was beginning to get whiplash from the change of mood. "Guess I've just been crank lately with this stupid cold." He grinned sheepishly. Clary just nodded her head at him, not caring much about his words before turning to greet Luke again.

"I'm back, and I've brought gifts." She giggled, Jordan behind her. Jace gave her a worried expression, and she smiled at him to show that she was, in fact, okay. Clary didn't know how he would handle her being sick.

Jace was kissing her roughly as they laid together in bed. His hand snaked up past her stomach, clutching at a place that made Clary gasp out.

"What is it?" He quickly questioned at her grimace.

"I think you mess with them too much, they're sore." She smiled. Jace blushed, but allowed his hand to travel past her breast, and up to her chin that he began to pepper with kisses. She smiled, enjoying the loss of pain.

"I love you, you must know that." He groaned as he kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Yes," She sighed with a blissful smile. "I love you too." She finished.