This chapter seems a little rushed to me... please tell me what you think.

I don't own Pride and Prejudice or The Mortal Instruments. I own the cup of coffee that made me write this chapter though. That cup of coffee takes credit for two parodies, three one shots, and a very stupid future story idea. Yay.

Isabelle and Clary were sitting in their family room reading when Sebastian walked in and stood in front of them.

"Isabelle, may I talk to Clary for a moment?" He said.

"Feel free," She muttered from behind her book.

"Alone," He said. She looked up at him and understood why.

"No, no. Isabelle don't you dare," Clary whispered. She walked out of the room anyways.

Clary slumped back in her seat, defeated. Sebastian took a seat next to her and she illusively scooted away. He grabbed her hand and stared at her.

"Clary, I've been attracted to you since the moment I came here," He said. She wanted to call him out on that but her inner voice told her to drop it.

"And I'm looking for someone to go meet Imogen with. Someone who will stay with me for a while. Will you be that someone?" He asked. In her frenzy of sporadic emotions she blurted out exactly what came to her mind.

"No chance," She said, shocked at herself. It came out icy and bitter, rather than simple and apologetic. He stared at her.

"No need to be nervous. I know Imogen's a very intimidating woman but she'll love you," He said, as if she hadn't told him flat out no.

"No," She said again.

"I'm not rushing you into anything, I promise," He pushed.

"Sebastian! No," She said. Then she left the room running straight out of the house. She went out for a walk to clear her mind and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Simon said, walking up to her.

"Nothing important," She replied. He nodded and handed her a letter and a cd case.

"Can you give the letter to Isabelle? The cd's for you," He said.

"Sure," She said. He left without another word and Clary's confusion grew. She ran back to the house really hoping that Sebastian was gone. She ran up to Isabelle's room and tapped on the door.

"If that's Sebastian, I really can't help you," Isabelle yelled.

"It's me," Clary said. Isabelle opened the door.

"This is from Simon." Clary handed her the letter. Isabelle's face lit up and she opened it eagerly. Clary watched her reaction to see what it said and saw when Isabelle's face changed from shock to anger.

"What does it say?" Clary asked.

"He's leaving," She said. Clary's head spun.

"No, that can't be right," Clary uttered, taking the paper out of her sisters hands. She read through it quickly. It conveyed that they were leaving because Jace wanted to see his sister and Kaelie didn't enjoy staying in the same place too long. Simon sent his regards to our family and apologized for not being great with goodbyes. There was nothing about the possibility of them returning anytime soon. Clary looked up from the letter and saw that her sister had closed the door. She knocked on it.

"Isabelle! Let me in," She yelled. There was no answer, so Clary retreated to her room.

She dug out her old Walkman and plugged her headphones in. She opened up the case and found a mix cd. It was labeled Music We Can Agree On. Her stomach dropped and she stuck the cd in the player hastily. She flipped through the songs and bit her lip. There was a decent mix of classics and modern music, all that Clary approved. She sighed. She still hated him. He still showed a decent amount of dislike for her, but something had changed and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She was glad he was gone. Shame he had to take Simon with him.

***

It had been a week since Simon and company had left town. Isabelle had finally stopped hiding in her room and being perturbed. Clary had helped her pack her stuff and she'd be heading back to college in a day. Simon would be in the same city as her, but he'd be living in town, while she'd be on campus right outside on the edge of the city. Clary thought that she seemed... broken. She had fallen in love with a guy and then he had left. The story seemed all too unoriginal to ever happen to someone as vibrant and beautiful as Isabelle. Clary felt an enormous amount of pity on top of the growing dread at the thought of her sister leaving. When she did say goodbye to her though she decided not to show her emotions. She had to convince Isabelle that leaving would help heal her broken heart and secretly just hope they ran into each other. If they did run into each other Clary could foresee two possible outcomes. One, Isabelle would give him a piece of her mind and go off on him. Two, he would have a reasonable explanation and they would get back together. Clary hoped for the ladder, but would take either one. A few days after Isabelle had left, Clary ran into Maia in town.

"Hi," She said with a smile. She hadn't seen Maia since the party.

"Hey, Clary can I talk to you?" Maia said. Clary followed her to a bench on the street and
Clary awaited whatever news Maia could have.

"I'm going with Sebastian," She said.

"What?"

"I've been seeing him for the past week and he really isn't that bad. He's taking me with him to Imogen's place. She's one of the best writers in the country and she says she could get me a letter of recommendation to her alma mater. I could have a full scholarship. I can't pass that up," Maia said, on the defense. Clary was taken aback. She didn't think she could handle any more surprises.

"But Maia-"

"Clary, I'm poor. If there's anything that could help me get a decent college education… well you know I need this. My mother fully supports this too. She even likes Sebastian. She says he has genuine feelings for me, so I shouldn't let this slip away. I leave the day after tomorrow, so this is goodbye. I'll email you, I promise," She said and with a passing glance, walked away.

Clary sat on the bench by the street for a while wondering what would occupy her attention for the months until Isabelle came back home for break.