Let me with: I'm sorry. My classes started and I've been unbelievably busy. But now it's October and I'll have a little more time to dedicate to this. I like to think of this as the season premiere. My return after a break. So please don't be mad. Great done moving on. This chapter is 100% filler. Next chapter will probably be a little more eventful, but bear with me. I'm trying to stick to what I had planned originally. To make things a little more interesting I have a proposition for ya. I've placed some references to TMI in here. One's pretty discreet, two are blatantly out there. Ones kind of... a sentence. But if you can name all of them I will send you the next chapter before anyone else gets it. And if I can't do it for the chapter after this, I'll do it for the next one. Also, you'll get a mention. And you'll be awesome. In my eyes. Until I get distracted. Enjoy

I do not own Pride and Prejudice or The Mortal Instruments. I own the peice of pie making it's way through my digestive system. Oh, pie. How I love you.

Nothing. Nothing could occupy her time. Clary had been absolutely tuned out for the better part of two months. Each day was monotonous and lacking. She acted emotionally unattached, but she was always watching her family interact, and seeing how normal high school could seem. Occasionally Clary felt comfortable being in a small town and a straight shot for valedictorian. But at most times she wanted to go to a school where she could get lost in crowds, have competition, be a part of the drama that seemed to keep everyone on their toes. But she just sat back and counted her blessings at those moments.

She dreamed of excitement but to some people she was fortunate.

Eventually she received an email from Maia saying how much she wanted to see her and how amazing it would be to get a visitor. Clary jumped at the chance and was off to visit her as soon as winter break came.

Since Isabelle wouldn't be home for a week, that would be how long Clary would be visiting. She spent the drive there blocking out her thoughts, keeping the radio loud.

When she arrived Maia was waiting outside with a timid expression. Clary was on the same page as her. Reunions with anyone besides her sister were awkward. She never knew what to say.

She pulled into the driveway and got out of the car smoothly. Taking a look at Maia, she felt years of friendship rush back to her. A look crossed her best friends face and with perfectly timing they ran to hug each other.

So, maybe she didn't need to know what to say.

"It's not that bad, you know," Maia said. Clary opened her mouth to ask what.

"Living with him," Maia said, interrupting her. Clary felt queasiness fill her. Sure, Maia didn't seem terribly unhappy. But she didn't seem happy. Clary could have prevented this by just saying yes to Sebastian and staying with him long enough for Maia to get her head straight. Now she felt that Maia was going to be stuck.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm unhappy and he'll never make me happy. But in comparison to my last relationship he's treated me amazing."Clary flinched. Her last boyfriend had seemed like one of the only nice guys in town, until Maia found out how false that was. Then there was what happened with her brother... It was better not to get into that.

"Is Imogen nice to you?" Clary asked. Maia hesitated.

"She's nice enough. To me."

"Hmph," Clary breathed. Just then Sebastian ran into the room.

"She's here, she's here," He yelled frantically," Oh, hello Clary."

She waved once with fake grabbed her arm and pulled her to the window.

"He does this every time she comes back from tour," She mumbled," He's like a little boy waiting for mommy to come home."

That made Clary wonder what Sebastian's relationship with his mom was. She brushed the thought away. He seemed like a momma's boy.

They watched as Sebastian fast walked out to see Imogen with a huge smile plastered on his face. They talked a bit and, even though Clary didn't think it was possible, his smile grew larger. He walked back to the house with pep in his step. Maia snorted.

"What?" Clary asked

"She must have invited us to dinner," She replied and stood up. Sebastian walked through the door and hastily shut it.

"We've been invited to dinner," He stated simply. Maia raised her eyebrows at him.

"All of us?" She asked. He nodded so quick Clary thought his head might fall off.

"I explained to her that you had a friend visiting from your hometown and she said to bring her along," He explained. Maia smiled lightly at Clary.

"I'm guessing you don't have anything to wear?" she said.

Clary ended up in one of Maia's dresses, which was too long for her. She walked carefully behind Maia and Sebastian to the other half of the enormous estate. They scraped their shoes across the rug as they entered the room. Clary looked around with admiration. Everything about the place screamed wealth, from the extravagant paintings to the beautiful furniture. She was so distracted by the furniture itself, she almost missed the people gathered on it. There were three men playing cards with ruthful, yet seemingly blank, expressions.

Her eyes strayed first towards the spiky, blue haired one sitting with his legs crossed and leaving trails of glitter everywhere. She couldn't explain the sudden urge she got to scold him. It was getting on the furniture.

Then she noticed the one in the middle. He had dark hair and blue eyes and looks that were strangely familiar. He sat straight up, looking like at any moment the posture police would come to inspect the area.

Lastly, she found herself unable to avoid looking at who she'd known had been there. There playing cards, effortlessly sprawled across his chair, was Jace.

Thanks for reading. I apologize for the fact that now I control your minds. Haha.

Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.