YAY another chapter! I probably won't write another one for a little while... Because I need AT LEAST....23 reviews to keep going. So yup. Until I get that number, no chapter for 2 weeks! But I might write it a little earlier if I get what I want... *hint hint*

Alrighty then. The filming finally starts in this chapter. Enjoy!



"Luke!" Clary exclaimed, practically jumping into the arms of the very unprepared werewolf.

Luke simply laughed loudly and wrapped his arms around his daughter, burying his head in her hair.

"I've missed you so much, you have no idea, how is everything? How's mom? Is she here? Luke seriously, how dare you be too busy to call me, that's a horrible excuse! Why-" Clary scolded, trying to sound menacing, but failed horribly.

"Clary, Clary…. All your questions will be answered!" Luke replied, smiling sympathetically down at her. "After I talk to Maryse."

Clary muttered a few insulting words directed at the stupidity of werewolves.

Once again, they were outside the Institute, because of the no-Downworlders-allowed rule. Luke made his way to Maryse, who was standing a by a tree, and Clary watched as 7 werewolves followed after him. Maia, who was in the group, grinned happily at Clary, who gave her two thumbs up in response.

Maryse gave all the werewolves their scripts. They stayed in that group for a long time, and Clary was getting quite impatient. Finally, they separated and Luke returned to her side.

"Okay, how's mom?" She asked instantly.

"Fine. She's at the doctor's right now getting an ultra sound."

"An ultrasound? I THOUGHT you said she was fine!" Clary squeaked, jumping towards the car. She could drive; Jace had made her go to driving school.

"She is fine! Wait, she didn't tell you?" Luke was confused, his hand on Clary's shoulder.

"Tell me what? What the hell Luke, this isn't funny," she hissed.

"Your mom is pregnant. Clary, you're gonna be a big sister!"

***

"JACE!" Isabelle screamed.

Jace, who had just got out of the shower, was in a towel with his hair dripping. He groaned and padded down the hallway.

"What do you want? I'm half naked here," he protested, stopping at the doorway of Isabelle's room, where she was standing.

"Get her out of my room," she growled, not looking at him. She was staring at something. Well, more like burning holes into something with her eyes.

"Get who…Whoa shit what's she doing here!?" Jace yelped, jumping behind the door frame and covering his torso instinctively.

Delilah Secret was lying on Isabelle's bed, a pair of pink rimmed glasses propped on her nose, a book open in her lap. Her head was cocked to one side.

"Is there a problem?" She asked innocently in an angelic voice.

"Um, yeah. This is sort of my room. Emphasis on the "my." Can't you see? Isabelle," Isabelle hissed, enunciating every vowel of her name. She was pointing to a sign at the foot of the bed. It read "Isabelle" in big sparkly pink letters.

"Seems pretty obvious to me," Jace said simply, peeking his head around the door frame. He was not giving that woman the pleasure of seeing him half naked. It didn't matter with Isabelle, they were pretty much related. But Delilah? Nuh uh. No way.

"Maryse said I could have any room. And I need a room with its own bathroom. And a window for ventilation. I have breathing problems. The last time I checked, this room fell under the category of any room. It's also the only room that meets my requirements," Delilah explained calmly, meeting Isabelle's glare. She was brave; Jace had to give her that.

"Umm…. Lady, do you want to die?" He questioned, glancing at Isabelle, who was eyeing the gold whip coiled around her wrist.

"I'm only going to stay here for a few months. There are a lot of other rooms in the house. I've already unpacked. Isabelle, you seem like a nice girl, would you mind moving out for a while? Please?" Delilah asked politely, batting her eyelashes. Jace was very confused as to whether she was trying to be convincing or sarcastic. "By the way, I love what you've done with the room."

Sarcastic.

Isabelle clenched her fists, and stormed down the hallway. Jace watched after her, then looked back at Delilah. She frowned at him.

"Go put a shirt on. Seriously, are you a caveman or a sophisticated human being?" She snapped.

For some reason Jace wasn't in an angry mood today. He kept his face smooth. "Whatever you wish, Mrs. Suicidal. But I'd watch your back; Isabelle is very capable of murder, and even more capable of tortue. Bye bye," he smiled, hurrying to his room to change.

***

"I can't believe this, I'm still gay! She didn't change it at all," Simon grumbled, "That's it, I'm quitting. I refuse to wear tight pants and glitter. I won't do it. For the sake of my dignity, I just won't do it."

Clary laughed. "Come on, you might look hot with the Magnus-look."

He snapped his head up, his face pinched. "Don't make fun of me, Fray."

"Besides Simon, you can't quit, we all signed a contract," She told him, her eyes serious.

Simon was bewildered. When and where did he ever sign a contract? "What contract? I never signed a contract!"

Clary sighed and tapped her fingers in the dirt. "What did you think you were signing when Delilah asked for your signature?"

Simon thought back. She was right. Delilah had asked for his signature…But he thought she just wanted his autograph or something for being the Daylighter. The paper he signed certainly didn't look like a contract. On the other hand, he'd never seen a contract before. "Oohh…….Well crap. I'm screwed."

"No, you're gay," Clary joked, pursing her lips to stifle laughter.

"Clarrrryyyy I don't wanna be gaaaayyyy," He whined, hopelessly throwing himself into the dirt. This sucks.

"I've always wanted a super funny gay best friend to talk about boys to; it looks like I finally got my wish!" Clary said happily, clapping her hands together.

Simon glared at her. "I hate you."

***

Day 1 of filming

"Action!"

"No cut!"

"Do it again!"

"CUT!"

"Again!"

"AGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

"Alright blondie, what's your problem?" Delilah nagged from the director's chair.

"YOU are the problem! We've been on this scene for hours! I've killed the stupid prop demon like fifty times! Now can we just move on to the next scene PLEASE?" Jace protested, throwing down his seraph blade (which was actually a fake prop for the movie) and stomping to the water cooler.

"No! We can't move on until you do it right! I can easily replace you Jace, with a snap of my fingers," she threatened, pointing at him.

"Don't lie to yourself, there is no other Jace on this planet, and you know it," he replied, chugging a water bottle.

"I wouldn't be so sure. Now do it again," she demanded.

Jace wanted more than anything to march over to that ignorant bitch and tear her head right off, but Clary had made him promise that he would behave himself. And Jace was pretty sure that decapitating someone wasn't exactly under the definition of "behaving."

"Just stay cool…Don't give her any satisfaction," he muttered to himself, preparing to do the scene again.

Finally, after 15 more takes, Delilah was satisfied. They moved to another scene, which to Jace's relief was the one in the greenhouse when Clary and Jace had their picnic.

But they didn't even get to the kiss. Jace was about 2 inches away from Clary's mouth when Delilah screamed, "CUT!" Apparently, they were being too eager.

"We are NOT being eager. We are being the way we were when it happened!" Clary yelled at her in frustration. She was still in Jace's arms, her head tilted backwards to the director.

"Look. I know you guys are teenagers and you have these 'feelings' but you need to keep them in your pants and move on!" Delilah fumed, drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair.

Clary's face turned genuinely red, and Jace felt the blood rush to his too. He hated Delilah for being right.

"Do it again."

***

"So…Am I really in the movie at all?" Alec asked Delilah after filming.

She waved her hand at him. "Yes, as much as you need to be. But not very much."

Alec was offended. "I played a big part in the story you know…"

"Yes, I know. But the problem is, a lot of that story is your relationship with Magnus. And honestly, people don't want to watch things like that. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, you're saying that if I was straight, then I would be more involved. Heard it before. But listen Mrs. Secret, you're ruining our story. Simon isn't gay, he never has been. Isabelle is a bad ass hunter with a whip, not a frilly girly-girl that's afraid of spiders. Jace has never cracked a cheesy joke in his life, and Clary is much more talkative and intelligent than you make her out to be. And just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'm any less important than anyone else. The storyline is completely messed up, and no one is going to watch this movie. I highly advise you to make the necessary changes," Alec informed her, surprised at his own seriousness.

Delilah laughed. There was something about her laugh that sounded evil, almost like a cackle. "Silly boy, don't act like you understand the workings of Hollywood."

"No, but I do understand the workings of your actors. And I'm pretty sure they aren't going to be happy with being made fools of. Shadowhunters don't take these kinds of things lightly."

"We'll see about that," she concluded, walking to her car.

"Wait!" Alec called after her. She turned. "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, you will be meeting the new Hodge, and the new Valentine."


What do you guys think of Delilah? I love her lol.

And I don't mean to offend anyone when Delilah is mean to Alec and Magnus about their sexuality. No offense intended. :)