Hey sorry the updates late. i've just been working on three stories, about ten one-shots, a Final Destination spoof, and countless other things. I particularly love this chapter and really enjoyed writing it. i write my best at midnight I guess. Oh, by the way the first chapter of my fiction press story is up. It's called Dimensions and the author name is D and L - - Zombie Killers. Please check that out and give feedback, I'd love it! So tell me what you think of the Clary/Jace dynamic here. Where they like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy? Did one of these scenes seem farmiliar? Enjoy!

I don't own The Mortal Instruments or Pride and Prejudice but if I could I would. But I can't so I shall not. Hmm.. That doesn't rhyme. Darn!

Clary packed her bag in a rush, hoping Isabelle would give her at least two minutes to get it done. Every second it was a different question about what Simon would like. And Clary felt herself getting slightly annoyed at her older sister. How should she know. She'd considered texting Simon so he could confirm that he would like Isabelle in anything. But she knew that that would just profoundly embarrass the both of them. Which would do Isabelle some good considering that's what she most likely got Clary into for this evening. Between Kaelie the insufferable and Jace the stoic and sarcastic Clary was assured of an evening of torture.

When Clary was finished packing her small bag with pajamas, toiletries, and an outfit for tomorrow she ran to Isabelle's room. Isabelle was standing there looking calm and collected. Clary laughed.

"What?" Isabelle demanded.

"Two minutes ago you looked frantic," Clary replied, still smiling. Isabelle breathed something like a sigh of relief and laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I clean up good," She said in reply.

"Shall we go now?" Clary asked with dread.

"Don't get too exited Clary," Isabelle said with a frown. Sarcasm was something Isabelle rarely succumbed to. Clary realized that she really must look miserable. She tried to put a happier expression on her face but Isabelle wasn't satisfied. In fact she looked guilty. Served her right. Clary couldn't help but feel taken advantage of. But she was sure Isabelle would pay her back. Hopefully someday soon.

They walked over to the Netherfield place because Clary didn't see any reason to take the car for a two block walk. Isabelle was wearing a red strapless top with a white cardigan sweater over it. She had a black middle thigh pair of shorts on and black flats. Clary felt oddly underdressed in her spaghetti strap tank top and jean shorts. She tightened her pony tail and tried to heep up with Isabelle who's legs were much longer. When they got there the sun was going down. Clary folled Isabelle to the back yard where Kaelie, Jace, and Simon sat by a bonfire. Simon got up and walked over to Isabelle.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," Isabelle replied.

"Kaelie, just let the lovers go have their time," Jace said, head stuck in a book. Simon and isabelle ducked their heads in embarrassment. Kaelie, holding her iPod, mumbled something along the lines of, "yeah, whatever". With an embarrassed, and in Isabelle's case guilty, glance to the rest of us they were off. I went and sat in one of the patio chairs they had set up and pulled a book from my bag. Right as I began reading Kaelie's voice interrupted me.

"Clary are you warm enough? You don't seem dressed for the weather."

Jace looked up at this. I kept my head held high .

"Actually, I think it's really warm out here. Maybe a bit of a breeze but it's a nice night," I replied.

"Well, I think you're going to freeze. Maybe some movement will help. Come on I'll walk around with you," Kaelie offered.

I got up cautiously, not sure what Kaelie's motives were. She smiled encouragingly. We walked side by side, linking arms, around the chairs and the fire. Jace raised his eyebrows at us.

"I can only think of two reasons why you would be doing this. One, is that you think you're overweight and plan on losing the weight by walking pointlessly around the fire. Two, is that you plan on showing yourselves off to me like canines at a dog show," Jace said shamelessly.

"Actually," Clary replied, "I was pretty sure Kaelie said this was for my body temperature. That walking around like show dogs might raise it."

Kaelie unhooked her arm from mine and Jace smirked.

"Well Kaelie must be a good friend. So concerned of your well being," He said.

"Yes, maybe you would know something about that. Is Kaelie such a good friend or were there secret motives to her walking?" I asked.

"Well I'd consider her motives genuinely kind hearted. She has a bit of a history of that," he said.

It was her turn to smirk," Well wouldn't you know anything about that? Maybe I got the wrong impression but I was sure you two were…close."

Kaelie glared at me with force. Jace looked at me with surprise.

"I think you must have misinterpreted it,' he said.

"Or maybe it's you that's been misinterpreting things," she offered.

"Okay kiddies, break it up," Isabelle said with a warning glance in my direction. I ignored it.

"Just trying to teach Mr. Wayland here a nice little lesson," she said. Simon laughed but then caught wind of his sister's expression. Isabelle looked like she was fighting a losing battle. Who could blame her. Jace looked at me.

"It's always nice to here a lesson from the expert," Jace said. I looked back at him.

"Well than why weren't you teaching it?" I asked.

At that point Kaelie stomped out of the room.

"You're just begging to get kicked out aren't you?" Isabelle whispered when she got closer to me.

"Yes!" I said in exasperation. At this she smiled knowingly and walked away.

…

Later that evening they brought out marshmallows to roast around the fire. Kaelie didn't come out of the house again so it was Simon and Isabelle being lost in their own world and Clary and Jace who were very estranged. Jace passed offered the bag of marshmallows to Clary.

"Or are you still trying to watch you figure?" He asked.

She grabbed the bag from him and faked a smile.

"I'm sure my poor body can handle one marshmallow," She said, " I think we should play the game where you stuff as many marshmallows in your mouth as you can. I don't believe that could possibly choke you to death. I mean how could it when you have your foot in your mouth so much it's irreparably stretched out."

"I'm sure you have a point," he said, something like respect flashing in his eyes.

"Well I often do," I replied. And with that all conversation ended between the two. And then Clary went to the guest room her and Isabelle were sleeping laid down, and had a good night of sleep. Well, a partially good night of sleep. She may have one dream featuring the terrible Mr. Wayland

You know what they say. If you dream about someone it means they went to sleep thinking about you...

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