Hey, everyone, just thought that I would remind myself that I still don't own "The Mortal Instruments".

Hope that you enjoy this chapter.

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Izzy woke up to the bird's screeching in the outside world, and this world trying to force its way in the form of sunlight penetrating the crack in the curtains. Clary laid, still sleeping peacefully, the intrusion of the morning that was just starting to make its self-known.

Izzy, slightly, okay a lot irritated, gave Clary a small shove. This caused her to jolt awake as she fell off the bed and onto the floor with a thud. The blankets tangling themselves around Clary's legs, leaving Izzy in the cold but also making it nearly impossible for Clary to make it back to the bed. Her first attempt left her to fall back down and to land on her tail bone, resulting in a small "ow." Trying again, Clary rose slowly, grabbing the bed for support.

She looked over at her severely hungover friend, Izzy who has her hands covering her eyes in an attempt to make the world less bright, and her headache a little less severe. Clary, upon seeing this, let out a small chuckle that resulted in a look from Izzy that could kill.

"It is not my fault that you," At seeing Izzy grimace further, Clary softened her voice to barely a whisper. This earned her an appreciative look from the girl in question. "Drank so much. Do you remember anything from last night? You did get fairly wasted."

"Did I… break down?" Izzy asked cautiously. Clary gave a small nod of confirmation. "Was it over my," Izzy took a deep breath preparing herself to say the word. Or maybe it was to keep the nausea at bay. "Engagement?" Clary nodded again, letting Isabelle come to the conclusion on her own. "Oh, my angel. I didn't. Nope, I definitely did." Clary started to smirk, Iz had it. "I said I would talk to Simon, but that is not something that I am ever going to do."

"You may want to check your phone?" Clary suggested with care. This was going to make Izzy upset and angry indefinitely.

"What did you do? What did you let me do?" Izzy was suddenly moving frantically around the room, looking everywhere that she could think of for the small object. Having found it, the screen lit up to show that Simon had texted her. A feeling of dread set into the pit of Izzy's stomach. "Why? Was I really that drunk? Wait, how did you know that I had texted Simon?" Clary looked down both to hide her amusement and the guilty look painted on her face. "Did you do this? Did you even see me do this?"

Clary, not being able to hide her giggles any longer, let them out. They filled the room and caused Izzy to groan at the amount of pain that it caused her head. Clary heard the small noise of discomfort and quickly returned both her laughter and voice back to the gentle tone that it was before. Her next words, unclear of what they really meant, or where about. "You brought this onto yourself." At the confused look that crossed Izzy's face, Clary explained further. "You had the grand idea to take shots and a lot of them to stop me from knowing what I know. You grabbed your phone when I left the room to call Jace."

Izzy calmed down, her anger leaving her and instead leaving behind anticipation and only a little self-loathing. "I did this." Clary nodded again, smiling at how long it was taking Iz to come to terms with the simple text message. Granted it was a while, but this was still seen as progress in Clary's eyes.

"That's what I want," Isabelle's words causing some confusion on Clary's end. And seeing this Izzy began to explain. "What you and Jace have. The love, the passion and the willingness to do absolutely everything for each other."

Clary, only smiled thinking "If only you knew…" but instead out loud she said, "Iz, you and I both know that someday you will." Clary reached over and squeezed Izzy's hand for good measure. "And you want to know how I know this? Because you deserve it."

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After Izzy left Clary, with many kind words of encouragement and hugs, telling Clary that she would call when Simon and Izzy had finished talking, to let her know how it went, there was a simple knock on the door. When answered, there stood Jace leaning against the door frame. His spare hand setting on his hip and his head cocked to the side.

Clary, simply opened the door further to allow Jace to come through and close it behind him without any words spoken. Jace stopped just inside the door, entangle Clary in his arms as she began to walk away from the door. Clary wrapped her arms around him in return, and they stood there hugging as if they hadn't seen each other in years rather than yesterday. The pressure was beginning to mount at an increasing rate, that didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. But in this moment, as they stood in each other's arms, none of the strain was felt because it didn't matter.

After a few pleasurable moments, Jace and Clary separated, their arms return to the sides of their bodies, hanging limply.

Clary was the first to move, Jace quickly following. It wasn't until they had entered the lounge room that either of them broke the easy silence that had settled.

Jace spoke, saying what was on his mind. "How did it go? You told me some of it last night, but what about after that? This morning?" Jace began to ramble, never saying what he really wanted to know. Clary, confused as to what had brought on his seemingly sudden frantic state, remained silent hoping that Jace would voice the reason soon. And he didn't disappoint. "Did you tell Izzy? The truth about us? Do we still need to start planning? Where would we even start? How do you plan a wedding anyway?"

Clary let out a small chuckle, she was doing that a lot lately. Covering her nerves, with it. "Calm down, okay. I'm going to tell you everything that you want to know, but can we try to keep the conversation calm? And really relaxed? I think that I've had enough freak outs for a while." Clary took a deep breath and Jace took this opportunity to nod in agreeance. "No, I didn't tell Izzy but we will have to soon. Right now, though, it is the last thing that she will need." Clary said reinforcing what she had stated yesterday. "I think that maybe we should start planning, but nothing too important. Just enough to stop the questions that people will start to ask. You know pick a date, send the save the date cards, and book a venue. Just stuff like that." Clary realized as she said it that these things weren't exactly small, in fact, they formed the main structure of any wedding.

"Clare, all the things that you said are huge," Jace said, letting an affectionate nickname slip, without realizing.

"I know," Clary groaned, wanting everything to be simpler. Like a fairy tale. "Wait, what did you just call me?" She asked Jace shyly.

"Clare? Do you not like it?" Having seen no reaction, Jace began to panic. "I'm sorry, I don't even know where that came from. I mean it's not that-" Jace was cut off when Clary's lips meet his. The kiss like the growing number, the two had shared, quickly turned passionate. A tangle of tongues, and only breaking apart when they needed air. Both dazed by the amount of yearning that the kiss had communicated and where it had come from. Their eyes left hooded by the desire they individually felt and had received from the other.

After a moment, Jace broke the tension that had been established. "Get up, and change into something nice." His tone left little room for discussion. "We are going on a date." As he rose from his spot on the couch he brushed his arm and therefore hand against Clary's thigh, before exiting the room.

Clary sat confused at what had just happened and why.

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Izzy wondered from room to room looking for anything that could possibly be out of place, touching things and turning them just mere millimetres until they were in the perfect spot. Her hangover from earlier had almost disappeared, leaving her with only a dull headache.

Simon had agreed to come, agreed to try and be civil. To try for the perfect marriage that Izzy had built up in her head. Right now, though, they were simply going to talk. About the small things, favourite colours, smells, and tastes. Izzy hoped that by starting off with the little things, the arguments would become less as they built a foundation. This laying the way for a friendship that would then hopefully lead to a very loving and fulfilling union.

The doorbell rang, pulling Isabelle out of the day dream that she had created. Simon was here and suddenly Izzy felt extremely unprepared.

Simon stood fidgeting, picking the dirt from underneath his nails and continually trying to smooth any of the creases that could be seen on his shirt. He instantaneously wished that he had had the foresight to iron it before he left.

When Izzy opened the door, this is what she saw. And as terrible as it may have seemed to see Simon in so much discomfort, she was comforted by this. Simon seemed to look as nervous as she felt. His insides flipping and turning just as much as hers. Both feeling as if there was a lot riding on this single conversation, both knowing that it couldn't end in an argument or tears. Everything had to be said today, without the fear of how the other would react. Sure, they had told, or rather screamed, at each other their feelings towards this force arrangement, but they needed to talk about it, the other being able to say how this made them feel and vice versa.

Standing in the door way was not the place where this conversation should take place though. Izzy, having realized this, spoke. "Hey Simon, would you like to come in?" Simon reluctantly entered the house. "Would you like something to drink? We have water, juice and some soft drinks." She was stalling and they both knew it. But neither seemed to care.

"Could I just have a glass of water please?" Came the reply from Simon. He wanted to gauge Izzy's reaction before he added the unavoidable. "Do you think that we could just talk at the table? You know so that we don't have the distraction of the TV?" Simon explained fearing that Isabelle would seize up and no longer want to talk. He was beginning to become very cautious of what he said around her.

"Sounds good." Was the short reply that Izzy gave Simon. "I will just grab you some water and then we can get this started." Simon could have taken offense at these words but the tone in which Izzy spoke was in no way negative. She even sounded hopeful.

The conversation flowed easily between the two. Both knowing how much the other wanted to feel about their fiancé. Izzy had learned that his middle name was non-existent, his family was Jewish and that he was in a band. Something that she would have found interesting if the name didn't change so much that even Simon had no clue what the were called half the time. Still, as it was, this piece of information caused Izzy to laugh more than she would like to admit. The thought of a group of people arguing over what a better name would be, rather than practicing with their instruments and still be able to call themselves a band, was extremely funny.

Simon had also learned that Izzy did have a middle name, Sophia, her family believed in angels but weren't overly religious and that her laugh and smile were even more beautiful than what he remembered them to be. And he had made it appear. Simon spent ages explaining his poor excuse of a bandjust to continue to see that perfect smile and for that musical laughter to appear. He was infatuated, but Isabelle couldn't know, not now, not ever.

When it came time to eat, they had to order take out from two different places, as they found that Izzy hated Simon's favourite, and he hated hers. But instead of becoming upset over the differences that were starting to become more and more clear, they joked that it was another to add to the list.

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Jace and Clary's date was going well. Excellent, actually. That was until Jace felt his phone vibrate and looked down to see a name that filled him with dread. Aline had made her presence with a text. But what could she possibly want?

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So, what did Aline want?

Thanks to my beta, for editing this so quickly.

And I have a question for you all, why do you think that Simon, Izzy, Clary and Jace all must get married? I honestly have no idea, and think that it may need to be explained soon.

Thanks, for reading.