Sorry that this has been so long! My computer broke. AGAIN. At first, it would let me on for about ten minutes, so I'd start writing, and then crash so I'd lose my work. Now, it won't even let me turn it on, so I'm using my mum's computer, though she needs it for work so I can't write often, but luckily this is the last chapter!

Disclaimer-I do not own Mortal Instruments, Mary Poppins, Doctor Who, Madonna or any of her songs, or Jedward. The plot and the writing of this are my own.

Sunlight streaked the redhead's face as she woke up from her slumber. A peaceful night, not invaded by nightmares or thoughts of distress or worry. No, it was a good night's sleep. Yawning, she stretched out her arms and clambered out of bed. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sleepily walked to her closet. She put on her favourite green tank top and some denim jeans, nothing special, but Jace preferred her in her normal, casual clothes rather than something elaborate and fancy; it just wasn't her style.

Jace.

Suddenly, Clary remembered everything. Argument. Wishing her friends away. Everybody acting differently. Simon's blackmail. Her betrayal. Dumping Jace. Finding Caelan. Jace turning up angry. Simon turning up maliciously. Realising the truth. And then, Caelan nodding and everything going black.

She couldn't remember going home; perhaps she was magically transported back? She couldn't remember arriving home either. What time was it? She checked her watch; it was half ten in the morning, which meant that she'd slept for most of the previous day. Shrugging, Clary brushed her ginger hair, which was always untameable in the morning, and then went to the kitchen where Luke was sitting reading the newspaper. Her mother was sitting next to him, watching something on the news. It was like an ordinary family. Only, her stepfather was a werewolf reading a Downworld newspaper, and her mother was a Shadowhunter, watching...the actual news. Okay, so maybe her mother was a bit more normal than her stepfather, but still, far from ordinary.

Luke glanced up from the paper and smiled at her, like he was her real father. "Hi, Clary, sleep okay?" Luke wasn't her biological father, but his paternal love for her proved that he was like a dad. Her real father cared not for her nor her mother, though of course, he was dead. But even before he died, Luke acted more like a father than Valentine ever would. He loved her like he would his own child, and he did before he was engaged to her mother. When they announced their engagement, Clary couldn't help but feel happy for them; they were perfect for each other, and after all her mother had gone through, she deserved someone like Luke.

"Yes, thanks, and hi mom," Clary answered with a grin. She loved her mom, despite everything. After all, she was only trying to do the best for her only daughter, and genuinely believed that her precautions and trips to Magnus would keep her safe. Because she loved her. Not because she was trying to be mean or strict, nor was it because she just didn't want anything to do with the Shadowhunters. No, she only wanted to keep her daughter safe from potential harm. Of course, Clary found out, but it was only a matter of time.

"Hello, Clary," Jocelyn beamed, "any plans for today?" Clary did have plans for today, she was going to reconcile with everybody who she wronged: Luke, her mother, Magnus, Alec, Isabelle, Simon and Jace. Her friends and family meant the world to her, without them she would be nothing, she would have nothing. She could make other friends, but they would be nowhere near as good as the ones she had now. Would anybody be as unconditionally loyal and kind to her as Simon?

"Yeah, I'm going to the Institute," her mother looked concerned so she added, "and then I'm going out with Simon. And no mom, I'm going there to see everyone, and no I will not be spending all my time drooling over Jace," Clary giggled. Her beautiful mother rolled her eyes, she probably didn't believe her, but nodded.

For the next hour, Clary sat on the couch with her mother and stepfather. Her mother made Clary's favourite pancakes with extra syrup, and they talked about lots of things: their wedding, Clary's progress in training, the welfare of her friends, Jocelyn's newest paintings, everything. It had been a while since they had all sat down together and had a conversation like normal families. Usually, when they had long discussions, it was about Downworld affairs. Of course, it was important, but so was being a family. And family was something which Clary was in no position to wish away.

After their conversation, Clary waved goodbye to her parents and was about to walk out the door when she remembered something very important. "Love you!" she called out.

"Love you too!" Luke and Jocelyn chorused. Clary couldn't contain her smile.

Half an hour later, Clary was at the huge doors of the Institute. From the outside it looked like a church, but the inside was huge. It reminded her of Mary Poppin's bag which could fit anything in, or Doctor Who's TARDIS. Clary thought the Shadowhunter mission statement clearly in her head and the doors opened wide, welcoming her in.

Church was sitting prominently on a cushioned seat like he owned the place. Clary smirked and stroked his fur, and Church purred in ecstasy. Clary asked him to take her to Jace and after a few more strokes, Church leapt off the chair and bounded off towards the elevator. Clary followed, still in wonder of how a cat could be so omniscient. Drumming her fingers against the edge, Clary saw her reflection in the metal. Her brushed hair was all over the place, it was often a victim of the wind's cruel games, but there were no dark circles under her eyes, presumably because she slept for most of yesterday. Her emerald green eyes seemed smaller than usual, she hadn't bothered with any makeup unlike Isabelle who caked herself in it, and freckles still dominated her pale-skinned face. No, she had not grown more beautiful overnight.

Desperately trying to tame her tresses with her fingertips, the elevator stopped. The doors opened slowly, and revealed Jace, Isabelle and Alec in the kitchen. Isabelle was cooking, and Clary dreaded to think what she was making, while Jace and Alec were engaging in deep conversation.

"No, Alec, blonde hair definitely beats black," Jace said.

Okay, maybe not so deep.

"You're only saying that because you have blonde hair yourself!" Alec retorted. The conversation was so stupid that Clary laughed out loud.

"Clary, care to join us?" Jace asked politely, and Clary for a second was worried that he hadn't reverted back to his usual self, "but only if you agree that my beautiful, golden locks the colour of sunshine" Jace brushed his hand through his hair as if to demonstrate his point , "are better than dull, black strands the colour of the scary darkness." Alec didn't look very amused.

"Are you saying that I have dull hair?" Isabelle snapped, wiggling a spoon at him.

"Yes," Jace smirked. "Clary, isn't my hair nicer?"

"Yes, yes, it's lovely," Clary sighed, "what are you making, Isabelle?"

"Seriously, Clary? First you dismiss my lush head of hair, and now you dare to ask Isabelle about food?" Jace said with mock offense, though if it was genuine Clary couldn't tell.

"My cooking is just fine, thank you very much!" Isabelle replied, though obviously it wasn't true, "and for your information Jace, your hair is more towards the colour of urine than the colour of gold!"

Jace's jaw dropped in offence, "what did you just say?"

The banter about hair colour carried on for another ten minutes, with insults flinging here and there, and a valid point made by Isabelle that he was friends with four dark haired people. It eventually ended when Alec just simply said "why are we even arguing about hair colour?"

Clary couldn't contain her laughter, but her main emotion was happiness: her friends were back.

"I love you guys, you know that right?" Clary sighed happily, sitting down next to Jace.

"But mostly me, right?" Jace confirmed. He was just so, Jace. Clary wouldn't have him any other way.

"No, I think she loves me the best. After all, who gave her that brilliant makeover?" Isabelle chimed. Clary cast her mind back to Magnus' party when Isabelle made her up so beautifully that she couldn't even recognise herself. Her cheekbones looked higher, her freckles gone, her eyes bigger and bolder...She looked like her mom.

Alec didn't protest that she loved him best, and Clary didn't expect him to: he was modest, shy, a bit insecure and anything but big-headed or egotistical, unlike his parabatai and sibling.

"I love you both the same, just in different ways," Clary answered, resulting in frowns: they were both hoping that they'd come out on top.

"Anyway, who wants to try my chicken pasta?" Isabelle enquired, holding out the pan of pasta, if you could call it that. The tubes of pasta were concealed in a thick red sauce with random pieces of chicken protruding out. From the outside it looked appetising, but this was Isabelle: it was going to taste awful. Nobody answered, so Isabelle took it as a yes.

As she scooped out portions of the meal, Clary noticed black bits in the pasta. How on earth can you burn pasta, when it's cooked in water? She peered over to Jace and Alec, who stared in horror at the 'food' on the plates. Isabelle grinned and passed out the plates, clearly proud of it. "Dig in, everyone!"

"Um, I'll pass," Jace muttered, pushing his plate away.

"Me too," Alec agreed, doing the same as Jace.

"I'll eat it, Izzy," Clary said, just to be kind. Isabelle smiled, and put an extra helping on her plate. Jace was mouthing something to her, good luck she thought he was saying. She was going to need it!

Clary took a mouthful, and at first it wasn't so bad. "Hey, this is pretty good!" She exclaimed in disbelief, helping herself to some more.

"Clary, you hardly put anything in your mouth; it's spilled on to your shirt," Jace laughed aloud. Instantaneously she looked down at her shirt. Jace was right: a pattern of sauce-coloured spots adorned her top, which wasn't quite the look she was going for. Ignoring it, she took another mouthful, this time with actual food.

It was awful. Half of the pasta was burned, the other half soggy and mushy. The sauce itself was quite good, but Isabelle didn;t make it herself, and the chicken pieces tasted suspiciously raw.

"Um, delicious!" Clary lied, trying to make Isabelle happy, though the falseness in her tone was unmistakeable.

"It's okay, Clary, I know you don't like it," Isabelle sighed, taking her plate away and scraping it into the bin. It was a waste of food, but it wasn't like anyone was going to eat it.

"How about we go to Taki's for lunch instead?" Jace suggested. It was Jace's favourite diner and she could swear he went there everyday. She wondered how he could afford to eat out all the time, even if it was just to a diner rather than a five-star restaurant in Italy. It wasn't like he had a job.

Everyone nodded simultaneously. Isabelle groaned, but agreed. The vote was unanimous, so they all went. Clary texted Simon and Alec texted Magnus, so the whole group was going to be there. Well, except Maia, but she knew for a fact that she was busy with the Pack so she wouldn't be there.

Soon everyone was sat around a large table at the centre of the diner, menus in hand. Clary's happiness radiated from her, and it spread like the flu. Nobody knew the real reason, of course. Perhaps they never would. She wasn't sure how they'd react.

Nobody could remember what happened yesterday, for which Clary was thankful. She wasn't sure what she would do if Jace still believed that she had dumped him for a piece of gossip. It would break his heart.

Everyone was joking around, and Jace was telling the embarrassing story of Clary spilling her food like a five year old. Everything just seemed so normal, even though nobody sitting there was. The whole thing seemed very elaborate for a down-town fast food restaurant, but Clary wouldn't have it any other way. Her friends were happy, she was happy, and they were all together without arguing. There were no disputes between Simon and Jace, and neither were there any teasings about Isabelle liking Simon or Alec and Magnus.

When Kaelie came to take their order, all Clary could think of was yesterday. Jace suggested that everybody should order something for the person on their right, and they should order something that the person wouldn't normally eat, save for Simon who could consume blood alone. Alec was about to protest, but Magnus said it would be fun so Alec said nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, Kaelie returned with a tray full of grotesque dishes that Clary wouldn't dream of eating. Clary ordered chocolate covered grasshoppers for Jace, who ordered a faerie plum for Magnus, who picked deep fried spiders for Alec, which he looked at in disgust. Alec was kinder, and ordered a raw steak for Isabelle, who had no choice but to order blood for Simon. Simon was more creative and ordered a banana milkshake with pizza for Clary, only instead of pizza it was topped with grasshoppers and bluebottles. Everybody looked at their plate in sheer horror and disgust, but was made to eat it.

The whole thing was hilarious. Magnus, after eating his faerie plum, ended up jumping on top of the table singing 'Like a Virgin.' Alec, ever the sensible one, was utterly mortified, but Isabelle and Jace started dancing along. The whole diner was clapping along, except for Alec.

"Yeah you make me feel, yeah you make me feel shiny and new!

Like a virgin! Touched for the very first time!" sang the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Every so often he would reach his hands out to people, and Clary could swear he was singing to Alec.

"Can you believe it?" Isabelle exclaimed, but unable to control her laughter.

"Seeing as it's Magnus, yes," Simon smirked, "he probably would have done it anyway."

"Trust me, he got lucky. Faerie food can make you do some pretty crazy things," Jace chuckled, and then went into some sort of trance, like he was remembering something. Clary thought back to when he mentioned that you'd end up running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head, not that it had ever happened to him. Clary highly doubted that he was telling the truth.

"And you would know this because..." Simon gestured for him to finish.

"Nothing, did I ever say I did do anything?" Jace covered.

"Really?"

"No, I did not run naked down Madison Avenue wearing antlers!" Jace protested, though he seemed desperate.

"Funny, I never mentioned anything about antler headgear," Simon pointed out, and Jace knew he was busted.

Clary giggled, and silently said thank you to Caelan; without him she would never have realised how brilliant her friends really are, and how much they meant to her. It was great to see her friends getting along, and spending time together. Deep down, she knew that it wouldn't last forever, after all Simon and Magnus would stay the same age forever, a thought so unbearable that she often pushed it to the back of her mind, and the rest of them would age, but instead of parting early, they should spend as much time together as possible, to have fun while they were still young. After all, if you didn't have fun at her age, when could you?

Later on, after Magnus' concert ended (he didn't just stop at Like a Virgin; he continued to sing many crowd favourites like Vogue, Jump, Hung Up and when he was sick of Madonna, Jedward's Lipstick which nobody really liked), Jace and Clary sat alone together on the steps of the Institute. It was nice just to be with him alone, with no distractions around them or anybody else. Just being with him, and him alone.

"Jace," Clary said softly, "I love you." They'd exchanged those powerful words more times than she could count, but today she meant it more than ever. They weren't just meaningless words you say to fill up conversation; they were significant, important words that showed signs of true love and devotion, and had to be meant when they were said otherwise they would just be pointless, with no meaning whatsoever. And Clary truly did mean it.

Jace pulled Clary in close, and whispered gently in her ear, "I love you too, more than anything else in the world."

Clary wrapped her arms around Jace, and looked up into his golden eyes and saw how sincere he was, how much he cared, how much he meant those words. She brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Jace returned the kiss, and the pair passionately locked lips. She laced her fingers around his neck, feeling his pulse, pulling him in towards her. She could stay locked in that moment forever, never coming out to face the world, but there was something important she really needed to say.

"Don't ever change, Jace," she whispered, "I love you just the way you are."

Woohoo! Second multi-chap finished :D

I think the ending is bad, I can't write kissing scenes, but hopefully it sounds better to you guys!

I couldn't spend as long on it as I wanted to, but I'm pretty pleased with it.

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