Sorry it's a day late.

PoV Clary

The plane ride home was eventful. Jace kept his arm firmly wrapped around me, and he kept kissing my forehead over and over. I was starting to worry that he was trying to make me feel special or good after what happened the day before, until he turned to me with a bashful smile.

"Sorry," he said. "I guess Magnus isn't the only one who doesn't like flying."

I let out a relieved breath. "That's okay."

Alec turned to see if we were okay, and to tell us that there were only thirteen minutes left of our flight. He nodded and sat back down, wrapping his arm around Magnus, who was slowly breathing into his cupped hand, trying to calm down.

"You'll be okay," I said, reaching through the seat to pat his shoulder.

"Can I just say," said a girl next to them. "You two are the most adorable couple I've ever seen."

I blushed. She was the girl at the party I'd walked in on. She and Jordan had been having sex. She was the girl at the party. She turned to look at us, he face also turning red.

"Oh," she said. "Hi."

"Hi," I said.

"Sup?"

"Nothing much. You?"

"Nothing much."

There was an awkward silence between us, Jace's hand rubbing up and down my arm.

"My names Maia," she said.

"Cain," I said.

"I thought you were a girl?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, that was just a costume."

She nodded, turning back around in her seat.

"You know her?" Jace asked.

"I walked in on her and Jordan fucking," I whispered to him, feeling my ears grow even warmer.

He snorted, laughing to himself.

"Are you okay, Magnus?" I heard Alec say.

"I don't think so," Magnus moaned, bent over in his seat. "I think that restaurant had bad fish. I'm gonna be sick."

Alec scrambled for a sick bag, holding it to Magnus's face while Jace called over an airhostess.

"Are friends sick, do you have any medicine or something to make his stomach better?" he asked.

"Is he sick due to turbulence?" she asked. Her name tag said she was called Heather.

"I think it's food poisoning from last night," Alec chipped in, rubbing his boyfriends back.

"Oh," Heather said. "We have some crackers and sprite, which might calm his tummy. I'll be right back."

"Did she just say tummy?" Magnus asked, his voice weak and muffle by the bag.

"Yeah, she did," I answered, reaching over his seat to pull back his hair. "You'll be fine."

"I'm never flying again." Magnus shook his head, and then moaned a little.

Heather came back with the crackers and soda, giving it to Alec. "Call me if there's anything else I can do."

I nodded, and rubbed Magnus's shoulder.

We arrived in New York a few minutes later, quickly pulling Magnus into a bathroom and staying there for half an hour. It probably wasn't the best flight I've ever had, but I can't say that I would have changed it. It seemed to bring all of us closer together. Even if that sounds extremely cheesy, it's true.