Hey everyone. You really don't want to hear my excuses because they really aren't sufficient.

Also, I apologise for any mistakes that might be in here. I'll fix them as soon as I can.

Anyways I still only own this story and not The Mortal Instruments.

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Finally, he spoke. "What do you mean? What did she lie about?"

It was as if his words, broke a seal. Izzy's eyes once again filled with tears, over flowing until they reached her cheeks. Adding to the stains that could already be found there. She recounted the phone call, with the details kept minimal. The words just able to be understood through her tears and sobs. As she told her story, Simon's arms wrapped around her. He held her tightly against his chest, rocking their bodies back and forth ever so slightly. His attempts at comfort seemed to work as the tears became fewer, until they stopped completely.

Simon didn't have time to process her words, as he comforted Izzy. The only thought that was on his mind was to make Izzy's tears cease.

Izzy spoke her voice small and hoarse from her break down. "Does that make me a bad friend?" at the confusion written across Simon's face, Izzy elaborated. "That I didn't notice? I mean you did mention it once, and you don't even know Clary."

Isabelle's line of questioning, left Simon time to process what the issue that had caused the meltdown. They allowed for a moment of clarity. But first Simon would answer her question. "No, you're an amazing friend. You just wanted to believe the lie. That Clary as truly happy." At Simon's words, Izzy snuggled further into his body. Simon took a deep breathe knowing that his next words were going to destroy the momentary peace that had settled over the couple. "So, Clary and Jace are in the same situation as us. But they seem so happy. Always touching, holding hands and stuff. I have never seen Clary and Jace argue, not when we are around any way. That day in Taki's, it was all so new and strange for them, but they seemed comfortable together. Whilst you barely even spoke to me. You refused to even look at me."

As Simon spoke, Izzy drew back distancing herself from him, until Simon's arms fell limply to his sides. "It's all an act." Izzy exclaimed, her anger building at the comparison made. "Clary and Jace were acting, to keep the truth from me. To make my life just that little but easier."

"Does that even matter?" Simon sighed. "If you had had your way, I never would have even been there that day. Being in the same room as me, is still hard for you. You can hardly tolerate me, and you don't even know who I am. Because you never have cared to find out." As Simon let more and more accusations fly, his voice increased in volume. "Clary and Jace may have been acting. But how much of their actions were true? What about the dates they went on? The kiss, at the engagement party? You can't tell me that it was the first time that it had happened."

During Simon's rant, Izzy withdrew further until she was standing by the door. Making any more distance she wished to create easier. She needed this distance. "What are you trying to say? That I have no right to be upset? That I wasn't lied to?"

Simon sighed. "You can be upset all you want to. And maybe you were lied to. I guess what I am trying to say is that, I can see where Jace and Clary were coming from."

Simon's words, only built Izzy's anger further. Her voice raised, as she asked, "And where is that Simon?"

The fierce tone of her voice, didn't deter Simon as he spoke his next words. Knowing that if he didn't, they would remain forever unspoken. "Jace and Clary were, no are just trying to make the best of impossible situation. I can't blame them. Can you?"

"I'm sorry." Izzy said, and for a moment Simon thought that his reasoning had worked. "That isn't what I have been doing. Obviously."

"That isn't what I meant." Simon started in a tone that showed how tired he was of these situations, but was cut off by Izzy.

"What did you mean then Simon?"

"I was just trying to-" Simon didn't get to finish, as Izzy cut him of once again.

"Trying? Well don't. Because that is all I have been doing Simon. Okay? I really am. But I don't have a switch that I can flick. I can't just decide that I want to be happy and then be so. Ad that's not how life works."

"Stop. I know. But that doesn't stop me from dreaming that we are. That we can be. And then to find out that Clary and Jace are happy. If only for a moment. And all they have done different is that they have accepted this. That we have no choice. And they are trying to make the most of it. So, why can't we?"

Izzy glared at Simon, the shock caused by his plea written all over her face. Her eyes burning holes into his skull. When Izzy finally spoke, her words were filled with venom. "Well, clearly we aren't them then." Iz turned, and before Simon could acknowledge her retort, she had left the room. The door slammed behind Izzy, so hard that it shook its hinges.

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Clary was sitting on the couch, in front of the television. The colours, light and sound didn't have her attention however. As she sat there, Clary was having an internal argument with herself. How could she have been so stupid? So careless? How could she had just blurted out the truth over the phone?

Her silent battle was interrupted as Jace entered the room and spoke. His voice causing Clary to jump. "Hi," At seeing Clary's actions, Jace apologised. "Sorry, I did actually knock this time but when no one answered I let myself in." Clary gave no reaction to the actual words. Choosing to instead continue staring at her blank spot on the wall. "What's wrong? You're not still mad at me, are you? I thought we had this sorted?"

Clary still stared towards the offending stop on the wall, as she spoke. Her voice kept in a monotone. "I told Izzy. The truth."

Upon getting nothing further out of it Jace questioned her, in an attempt to drag her attention away from the wall. "How did she take it?"

"Not well." Clary answered vaguely, tearing her eyes away. Looking at Jace, her face gave away more details then her words. Her pain and despair painted so clearly on her face. Her eyes filled with tears. As if on an unspoken agreement, the two lunged at each other. Instead of their lips making the contact it was their bodies. They melded into one, arms wrapped tightly around each other, and their legs tangled. Clary's head on Jace chest and his resting on top of hers. They held each other like that on the couch, the life lines they didn't know they needed. That was up until this point. They stayed like that for hours or it could have just been minutes.

Clary spoke, her voice content. "Not that I mind, but why are you here?" She didn't move and neither did he, so when Jace gave his reply Clary felt it vibrate through his chest.

"I thought about what was said, earlier. And I decided that you were right. I haven't been exactly forthcoming with you, and I'm sorry. So, I thought instead of telling you, I wanted to show you. If you agree, I want you to meet my best man."

Clary lifted her head, but still stayed nestled as she felt safe. She had only moved her head to look up at Jace's face, trying to gage if he was serious. "That would be nice, maybe I can hear some embarrassing stories about you? To repay the ones you already know about me." A smile lit up Clary's face as Jace let out a small breathless laugh at the stories that were mentioned.

His smile didn't leave his face, as he answered, "Yeah, maybe." The mood in the room was lighter but neither moved, choosing to maintain the contact made.

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Two hours and a small nap later, Clary and Jace were in the car making their way to introduce Clary to Jace's best friend and best man. But Clary couldn't shake the feeling that the neighbourhood that they were traveling through was familiar. If only vaguely, each street they travelled down gave her a sense of déjà vu. She had been here before, she was almost certain of it. The roads, scenery, other houses and the car that was parked in the driveway the were now entering, helped her jog her memory.

As if to calm himself or maybe Clary, Jace took her hand, intertwining their fingers as he leads the way to the front door. Jace took a deep breath as he rang the doorbell. The sound echoing. The door opening a second later. Jace spoke, "Clary I would like you to meet-"

"Alec." Clary finished for him, in a confused tone. "He's Izzy's brother."

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Yay, we have Alec! But how?

I am think of doing an accompany piece that includes Clary, Jace, Izzy and Simon's parents and the reason this has to happen a prologue of sorts maybe?

Question: Do you like the movie or tv adaption better? Personally, I like Shadowhunters better.