A/N: Hey! Sorry, it has taken me a while to update! Summer's almost over and I've been really busy with school supply shopping and what not. But here it is! I originally though this would be the last chapter, but once I started writing, I couldn't stop, so there will probably be a chapter, maybe two, after this one! Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! This chapter is from Izzy's POV, and I hope you like it. It was very hard to write, as Izzy has a unique personality, and I myself am not much of a troublemaker, but nevertheless, I hope you like it!

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Chapter Eight:

Izzy's POV:

I walked down the recently cleaned isle, picking up tomatoes of every imaginable size. The store was deserted. I hadn't expected anything else, but the man at the counter had been unusually pleased to see me. Must have had a boring night. I rolled my green shopping cart that was full of tomatoes down the isle, the cart groaning in protest as I made my way to the register.
"This is all you're buying?" the man asked. I realized he wasn't really a man, just a young boy in college, probably desperate for money and working late hours. He looked haggard, but despite this, he was still very handsome. The illogical par of my Izzy-brain encouraged me to flip my hair and flirt. I wanted to, very badly in fact, but an image of Meliorn arouse in my head, making me give up my brilliant plan. Meliorn. I missed him already. I finally understood the love between Jace and Clary. It was as if a part of you that was missing had returned and every thing fit together.
"Yes, this is it," I told the boy at the register. Jack. That was his name. It said so on his nametag. Jack looked dubiously at me, probably wondering what I was going to do with bags of tomatoes. I smiled at him, a mischievous twinkle in my eye as I exited the supermarket, heading back towards the Seelie Court for the second time today.
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I hauled the bags of tomatoes into the water after me, hoping they wouldn't break the bag and go rolling all over the place. In my hand was a small, wooden catapult. Alec had given it to me for Christmas years ago.

I planned to chuck the tomatoes at as many of the fair folk as possible, and the catapult would be used to take the biggest tomato I could find, and launch it at the Seelie Queen. Someone would be getting a surprise today! And needing a bath! I chuckled gleefully to myself. Sometimes I just loved being Isabelle Lightwood.

At least when I wasn't hanging from the ceiling of the Seelie Court with my hands bound and legs tied. I grimaced slightly, rubbing my wrists together absent mindedly. The ropes had cut deep into my flesh and the burning marks were still visible, slightly stinging.

There were three grocery bags, filled to the brim with bright, juicy tomatoes. I made sure that I found good tomatoes. The kind that would leave a nice, big red stain on someone's shirt. The kind that one never forgot. Grinning, I went to the pillar where Jace and Clary had been hiding a few hours ago, stashing the bags behind and squeezing in there myself, waiting to see if they had noticed my presence. If not, I would strike!

"-Nephilim," someone said. I was pretty sure it was the Seelie Queen. I would recognize that snotty, nasal voice anywhere.

"But don't you think they'll come back? I mean, I hope they won't bring tomatoes. Will they?" asked a timid voice.

The Queen cackled darkly. "They won't come. The Nephilim are cowards. Not like us!" she said, chuckling some more. This time the entire Court joined her.

I'd had enough. No way was this snobby little…creature…the Queen going to insult me anymore. No way! I carefully gathered the small tomatoes in my hand, praying that the faeries wouldn't notice the rustling noise of the cover. I cursed myself. I should've brought a cloth bag. As usual, I never actually thought through things. Always rash decisions.

I sighed dejectedly, but was nevertheless excited. I had a plan. I would chuck the tomatoes at a few faeries, and hopefully, by the time they realized it was me; they wouldn't be able to do anything because they would be covered with red, sticky, tomato juice. I could already imagine the Seelie Queen with red tomato juice running down her face. I couldn't resist grinning in glee.

I carefully leaned out of the pillar, my eyes narrowing in a evil glare upon seeing the laughing faces of the Fair Folk surrounding me. I held a small, sturdy tomato in my hand. Then, I brought my hand back and-Wham!

The court continued to laugh, but the noise was subdued. The faeries near the one I had hit were staring at him in amazement. Then, they began laughing too. The faerie seemed to think his friends were responsible, so he began picking off a few pieces off himself and chucking them at his friends.

Grinning, I kept on throwing the tomatoes. The faeries were still oblivious to the fact that I was throwing them,. Instead, they seemed to think that one of them had thrown them. Stupid faeries. Didn't they remember that their Queen had welcomed me to throw tomatoes at her court?

The timid little faerie who had spoken up against the Queen's suggestion that we, the Nephilim, or at least that I, wouldn't come, began to scream, "It's them! It's them! The Nephilim!"

"No its not! It's you! Your idea of a joke is it?" a burly looked faerie said, rounding up on the smaller one. The Queen simply sat on her throne, her face impassive with no emotion. It was impossible to tell whether or not she was unhappy.

It was time, I decided, to get out the bigger tomatoes. The second bag of tomatoes was opened, and I began chucking them with more vigor and glee. I'd always seen them do this in movies, but somehow, had never gotten the chance to do it in person. It was surprisingly easy. Didn't require a lot of effort either. The tomatoes, strong as they were splattered when thrown.

Once the first tomato hit a faerie on the back, they turned towards the pillar where I was, and where, undoubtedly, the tomatoes were coming from.

"Get them!" the Queen screamed. Stupid Queen. Didn't she know that my next target would be her? The tomatoes in my arms began rolling out; I gathered them, all the while throwing more into the faces of my attackers. I heard a few scream out in pain. I hoped that a few seeds and juice had gotten in their eyes.

Then, I heard a triumphant yell. The timid little faeries who had been about to be pounded by his fellow faeries was holding up one of the fallen tomatoes.

"I got one! I'll attack her Your Majesty!" he cried.

"No! I will!" the burly faerie exclaimed. I couldn't believe my luck! The faeries began jumping on top of each other, hoping to be the one to hit me.

Just then, an object flew out of the crowd. A tomato. I caught it swiftly, my warrior training clearly paying off. Then, I chucked it at the faeries as I opened my last bag. This bag only had three tomatoes. Three, very large tomatoes. I grinned. The Queen was going to get a good surprise, that was for sure!

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, and I will be updating soon! The next chapter, which I've already begun writing, will most probably be the last chapter, but my next Mortal Instruments fanfiction should be up soon! Hopefully I'd have finished and published it here before Thanksgiving! Thank you so much fro reading and the wonderful reviews! Please keep reading, reviewing, and enjoying! Thank you! =D