Okay so what happened was I wrote this A/N and then I accidentally went back and it wasn't saved... ASL;DKGS;DLKFGJSFD;FDLKJ... Basically what I did was go on and on and on about my love for Malec (Because who doesn't love Malec?). Then I said that I love this story purely for its opening line (and for aforementioned Malec, because Malec implications and Malec in general). Then I am recruiting a new fandom warrior... She is amazing and will be even more so when she falls in love with Jace Waymorglightdale (I think I got all the names in there) But anyways... ON WITH THE STORY

"Because Jace and I are having a baby."

"Excuse me!" My mother practically screeched at my words, and a smile played at my lips. Her eyes burned, and her muscles tightened.

"It's a school project, Jocelyn." Luke announced as he waltzed into the room. I turned and glared at him for ruining the joke before I could, but all he did was snort. A huffed sigh escaped me as I crossed my arms with a pout, "They called the parents." Luke explained to my mother, and she relaxed marginally.

"So you aren't having-"

"God, no!" I cut her off before she could finish, knowing what she was about to say. I would rather not get into that conversation with her. The conversation, "I can barely stand him, much less..." I shivered at the thought, and she loosened completely, a slight grin forming on her face, "But we both agreed that if we suffer, we have to do it together, so either I stay over there with them, or he comes over here." Mom thought for a second, weighing the options in her mind. I mentally begged her to let me go over there, because at least I would have the rest of the Lightwoods to keep us from screaming too loud. If we stayed here, then we would be completely alone when Mom and Luke were gone. That would result in death.

"You can go." She relented, and I let out a breath of relief, "But no funny business." This time, she was kidding, because she knew that Jace and I were like water and oil. We didn't mix, no matter what happened. It just wasn't in our past, present, or future. That was for sure.

"Well then I'd better go now before he breaks the thing." Despite wanting to stay and let him take care of it alone, I feared that he would indeed destroy it out of pure frustration.

"Bye, Clare Bear." Luke ruffled my hair, and I fixed it, sticking my tongue out at him. He laughed. Then, I moved for Mom, and she gave me a tight hug.

"Good luck." She whispered, squeezing me once before releasing me.

"I'm gonna need it." I grumbled, more to myself than anyone else. Both of my parents chuckled, and I shook my head, grabbing my backpack and walking to the door. The one thing I was grateful for was that I didn't have to carry clothes, seeing as I already had a whole wardrobe full at The Institute. Still, I almost wanted the excuse of packing to delay the inevitable trip to the Lightwood residence, but alas, that was something I just couldn't have.

I reluctantly trudged down the stairs of the apartment complex, walking out onto the sidewalk with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

You can do this. I encouraged myself, then stepped onto the curb, hailing a cab.

I banged on the front door, shifting nervously from foot to foot. It wasn't like it was my first time staying at the house, but this time, I would be taking care of a demon. With Jace. That thought alone caused me to shudder. Suddenly, the door was thrown open, and I was yanked inside without a word of greeting. I stumbled behind my assailant, tugging in attempt to get out of his grip, but it was to no avail. He didn't stop until we were in his room, the door shut and locked behind us.

"What the hell, Alec?" I growled, rubbing my wrist. He didn't respond, instead opting to pace back and forth. I sighed, then walked over to his bed and plopped down on it. When Alec started pacing, it usually didn't stop for a couple of minutes, so I waited impatiently for him to calm down. Apparently, that wasn't happening, so I took matters into my own hands, walking in front of him and grabbing his shoulders. He halted, eyes wild and frantic, "Alec, you're scaring me. What's going on?"

"You know." Was all he said, and I tilted my head in question. His voice was slightly crazed, which was freaking me out just a little, "About..." He trailed off, and I could tell that he was mentally willing me to magically know what he meant. I removed one hand to gesture for him to go on. Then, he wouldn't meet my gaze, looking anywhere but at me, "You know who?"

"Voldemort?" I asked, frankly amused. He'd relaxed enough to shoot me a quick, flat glance, then went back to avoiding my eyes, That was when it dawned on me, and my eyebrows furrowed, "You mean Ma-" He tried to shush me, so I decided to change my original name, "ggie?" I continued, and that got him to stop dead. Alec scanned my face, looking for any trace of a lie, but I kept my innocent expression up.

"So you don't...?" At this point, he looked like a confused little puppy, and I was starting to take pity on him. Judging by his actions, it would probably be best to keep him in the dark about my knowledge.

"I don't what?" I prodded gently, and he sighed burying his face in his hands, "Is this about Maggie?" His eyes lifted to meet mine, and an internal battle seemed to rage on in his head. Finally, he moved to his bed, sitting down and patting the space next to him. I did as he asked without words, and for a long time, it was silent.

"Yes." He finally whispered. I didn't speak, deciding to let him go at his own pace, "I can't get her out of my head. I thought it was just because she was so forward, but she's not going away." There was a pause, and for a second, I thought he wouldn't go on, but he did, "I saw her the day after the party-"

"You what now?" I hadn't necessarily permitted the exclamation to come out of my mouth, but it did. Oh, Magnus was so getting an earful for not telling me. My withholding of information had stemmed from the thought that Alec might not like him that way. This was clearly refuting that assumption though. I noticed after a minute that Alec was staring at me in shock, and I blushed, quietly urging him to go on, "What did you guys talk about?"

"Nothing." He shrugged, then took a moment to think, "Everything. Something. I don't even know." I resisted the urge to laugh at his turmoil, purely because I knew that Magnus had been crushing on him for a while. Alec had nothing to worry about on that front. I could tell that the war was more with himself than anything else. It must've been hard, thinking he was straight and then boom Magnus comes along and all of that goes to shit. Maybe that wasn't the most eloquent way to put it, but it was the truth.

"Well, does she like you like that?" I asked softly.

"Yes." The tiniest of smiles pulled at the corners of his lips, "He does." At first, Alec didn't notice his slip, "She, I meant she." He tried to make up for it a moment later, and I nodded, acting like I believed him. My phone suddenly started to ring, and we both jumped at the loud sound. I pulled it out of my pocket, fully intending to silence it, but that was when we both caught the name on the screen.

Magnus Bane

Alec's eyes grew so wide that they could've popped out of his head, and I fumbled to decline the call. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to do so, but a text popped up on the screen.

Magnus Bane:

Clarissa, I have urgent news.

I knew he was going to tell me about his and Alec's little meeting. I could feel it. Then, I had that little voice inside of me that whispered 'Of course it's urgent. That's why you waited all this time to tell me.' Granted, it had only been a day, but still. I needed to know these things pronto, not twenty-four hours after the fact. It took me a minute to get my mind back on track enough to start hiding my phone, but I was too late to react, because before I could get it out of Alec's line of sight, another text came through.

Magnus Bane:

It's about you know who.

"Who's that?" Alec asked cautiously, clearly scared.

"Just one of my friends." I attempted to wave him off, but he wasn't having it.

"Who was he talking about?" He pried, and I frowned, shaking my head.

"I don't think it's any of your business." My voice was firm, but he narrowed his eyes, "Fine." Okay, so now I had to lie my ass off, "I actually don't know who. He won't give me a name." It must've been by blind hope that Alec accepted it, because his shoulders slumped the tiniest bit in relief. In my stupidity, I'd paused the action of putting my phone back, and I didn't realize it until yet another ding sounded. The only word I saw was enough to make me snatch it as fast as possible

Alec

Sadly, it seemed like he caught it too, because a strangled noise escaped his mouth. Both of us were dead silent, me out of fear, and him out of probably a million emotions. Then, something seemed to catapult him into action, because his eyes began to burn with an intensity that I'd almost never seen.

"What did that message say?" His tone was demanding yet tentative at the same time, and my heart pounded in my chest. There was a lot that could go wrong at this moment, so I needed to figure out something fast.

"Alice." I chose the most believable route. It was convincing enough that he could've read it wrong, but I had a feeling that this wasn't about to work. He gave me a wary look, and I almost thought he would protest. Instead, he sighed, looking down at his lap. I opened my mouth to say who knows what, but the words never left me mouth, because before I knew it, he was lunging. A yelp flew out of me, and I tried with all my might to keep the phone tucked against my chest in a death grip. Alec wasn't having it though, because his fingers locked around the device as he tried to rip it out of my hands. To be honest, at this point it was pretty obvious, whether he saw the phone or not, but I guess he just wanted confirmation. I wasn't exactly about to give it to him.

"Give it!" He hissed, pulling with all his might.

"Never!" I whisper-yelled so as not to attract attention. A number of curses were thrown out by both of us as we fought, and somehow, I ended up on my back with him straddling my hips. We most likely would've gone on for a lot longer had someone not opened the door. Neither Alec nor I noticed until a foreign coughing fit erupted. Both of us froze, and our heads whipped to face the intruder at the same time. Jace stood in the doorway, finally composed, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

"What, exactly, is going on?" He asked, voice laced with amusement, and I realized just how wrong this must look. A hot blush rose to my cheeks, which most likely wouldn't help our case, but I couldn't seem to move. Apparently, Alec couldn't either, because he stayed poised on top of me, hands still locked around my phone. It was against my chest, so that could also be construed as something else. As a whole, this was just bad. Jace cleared his throat, which catapulted both of us to action.

Alec jumped off of me like I was on fire, and I sat up straight, opening my mouth to tell Jace was actually going on. Then, Alec turned to me, eyes pleading me to lie, and I sighed.

"We were just..." I wracked my brain for an excuse that would be believable, but to be honest, there were none. None except the truth, "Wrestling?" It came out as more of a question than anything else, and Alec shot me a flat glance. I almost scoffed, because it wasn't like he could've come up with anything better. There was a bigger problem at hand though, a problem that Alec and I had to deal with fast.

"Ah, I see." Golden Boy was wearing a suggestive smile, "Wrestling." The way he said it sounded so dirty, and I couldn't help the fact that I rose to my feet, marching over to him and smacking him on the back of the head. He frowned at me, and I crossed my arms, daring him to say anything else. He snorted, "I guess Isabelle was giving the talk to the wrong sibling." I groaned, right on the verge of showing him my phone to make this whole thing, but I remembered the desperate look in Alec's eyes and stopped myself.

"It's not like that." I started to deny everything, not knowing what excuse I was about to give. Luckily, I was saved by a distracting wailing sound. Jace tensed up, and I growled something that I couldn't discern under his breath, "Is that the..?" I trailed off, and he nodded, forgetting about our previous situation.

"I've been dealing with it for the past two hours." He hissed, clearly irritated, "I think it's your turn now." My head shook vigorously of its own accord, and his frown deepened. He pointed to the hall, and I cursed, knowing it was only fair for me to take this one. Still, I wasn't doing it alone, so I grabbed his arm, dragging him behind mel without a word. He tried to shake me off, but my grip was iron, and at some point, he stopped trying to escape. I followed the source of the noise to his room, throwing open the door and stalking over to his dresser. The crying was coming from one of the drawers, and I turned to face him with a glare.

"You've been keeping it in there?" I hissed, and he returned my hard stare.

"Well it's not like I have a crib." He retorted as I yanked open the drawer to find the baby laying on a pile of neatly folded clothes. I pulled it out fairly gently, holding it in a way that I could burp it. The fact that it couldn't throw up was a blessing, but it wouldn't stop shrieking. That was when I noticed how badly the diaper was put on, and I huffed out a sigh.

"Do you not know how to put on a diaper?" I growled at Jace, setting the baby down on his bed and rushing to the corner where the open bag of diapers was thrown. I snatched one of the things, stomping over to the baby and beginning the process of changing him. He had, in fact, wetted his previous diaper, so I put a new one on in a much better fashion.

"Well excuse me for not having a child." He replied to my earlier question, and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, someone else burst into the room.

"What is that infernal racket?" Isabelle snapped at Jace. Then, she turned to me, eyes softening. She smiled, running over to me and wrapping me in her arms. I squeezed her, then stepped back, and she sighed. Suspicion that she was already tired of the thing rose up in me, but I couldn't blame her, "I'm so sorry."

"So I get sass and she gets comfort." Jace snarked. We chose to ignore him. Obviously, he didn't like that, because he said something that grabbed my attention fast, "He's staying in your room tonight, by the way." I whipped to face him.

"Hell no." I refused, not about to budge on this one, "There is no way I'm dealing with that alone all night." I knew that Jace wouldn't get up if the baby stayed in my room. It was far enough away in the mansion that he wouldn't hear it, and trying to wake him up would be to no avail. That boy could sleep through a hurricane without a doubt, so there wasn't a chance that I would let him get away with it.

"Well you wouldn't get up if it was in my room!" Despite the fact that I would call myself an honorable person, he was probably right. I wasn't as deep of a sleeper as he was, but I could sure as hell ignore him. Then, he came up with the most genius solution in the world. Note the sarcasm, "You're staying in here tonight." It wasn't a question, which immediately put me on the defensive. I would've said something that a sailor would've been jealous of, but Isabelle beat me to the punch.

"I don't think so." Her fists and jaw were clenched in a way that screamed attack mode. All Jace did was roll his eyes.

"It's not like were gonna sleep together." He snorted, "Haven't I told you enough time that I'm out of her league?" I briefly remembered our 'Pretty enough' conversation, but apparently, he didn't. Then again, he'd said I wasn't at his level during it, but I was still a slight bit offended. Isabelle didn't quite seem convinced though, but to be honest, I was starting to see Jace's point. If I slept in here, then we would both have to do it together. Okay, that sounded dirty. We would have to deal with it together.

"Maybe he's right..." I trailed off, honestly a little scared of what Isabelle's reaction would be. She turned to face me, eyes on fire, but I walked over to her, setting my hands on her shoulders and meeting her gaze, "Nothing will happen." I assured her, and she looked like she was leaning toward believing me, "I promise." At that, she relaxed a fraction, because I never broke a promise unless it put me or someone else at risk. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat, and her eyes flicked between me and Jace wearily. They settled on Golden Boy, turning a little bit sharper.

"No funny business." Her voice was firm, and it was the tone she used when she meant what she said to an immense degree. I could see the brief fear in Jace's expression, but he ended up snorting to hide it.

"The only place I would have any 'business' is in her dreams." He smirked, clearly pleased with his retort. And he stole my air quotes.

"You can take that 'business' and shove it up your-"

"Okay." Isabelle intervened before I could cuss him out, "I can clearly see the lack of romance in the air."

"Damn right." Both Jace and I replied at the same time, then turned to glare at each other.

It was going to be a long night.

So I have the strong urge to agree with Clary. It will be a long night. A very long night ;). Who knows what could happen with the two of them in the same room for an entire night... with a baby?... Hmmmm interesting... I can't wait to let you guys know... I feel like I should've left it on a cliffie. Hm. Maybe I'm just too nice. *Sigh* I guess so.

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Goodbye my faithfuls!

With all the love in the world...

-Shadowhunter5801