This chapter is a little short, and sort of a filler, but there are a few important things. Truth is, I'm stuck. Not with the storyline, but the length of the fan fiction. You'll see why after you read.

Thank you for all the reviews, you guys rock! (Warning, there a little bit more language in this chapter)

I realized I haven't done disclaimers for a few chapters, so this disclaimer goes for all the chapters!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Mortal Instruments characters they belong to Cassandra Clare.



Jace was welcomed to the Institute with a loud crash and an ear-piercing shriek. Then he saw a very angry short woman stomp into the kitchen shortly afterwards. Her face was beet red, and it contrasted nicely with her blotchy pink pajamas.

"You," she hissed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"Me?" Jace produced a very appalled look, trying with all his might not to lose it and fall to the floor with shaking laughter.

"Yes, you little egotistical, condescending, evil….Asshole," she spat, advancing toward him, her arm still outstretched.

"No need for name calling, Mrs. Secret. Now I want you to explain this calmly. What happened?" Jace asked, putting a finger underneath his chin.

"My bed fucking COLLAPSED on me! THAT'S WHAT!" she screamed, the veins in her forehead were starting to appear.

"And how does that make you feel?" Said Jace, in his best head shrink voice.

Delilah turned a very strange color of purple, and breathed in sharply. Her cheeks puffed out slightly and she pursed her lips. Suddenly, she snatched a knife from the table angling towards Jace, who immediately jumped backwards in a defensive stance.

"Shut your fucking mouth."

His eyes scanned Delilah, taking in her horrible form. Her shoulders sagged terribly, which would make it perfectly easy for him to knock her down. The arm that held the knife shook violently, and her knees looked like they would buckle any second. He burst out with bellowing laughter, his hands resting on his knees.

"What? What is so damn funny?" She hollered.

Jace regained composure, looking up at her through his shaggy hair. Smiling, he closed the distance between them, and knocked the knife out of her hand. Her eyes didn't even seem to register him until he spoke to her.

"I wouldn't try that again," he told her, still smiling.

She looked in bewilderment at her empty hand, and then to the knife, which was on the other side of the kitchen. Her face turned back to its original color, and she looked up at him.

"I am not finished with you, Jace what-ever-the-hell-your-last-name-is, and I will be shown respect. I don't care if you're the best shadowhunter of your age. Because it won't matter. You and your little girlfriend better be careful," she said spitefully, turning and exiting the room, her white and pink-stained robe trailing behind her.

Oooh scary, Jace thought, sticking his tongue out at her, and decided it was time for bed.

***

It was finally the weekend, so no filming until Monday. Jace sat on Clary's bed, staring up at her white ceiling. He was dressed in full shadowhunter gear. Hunting was the perfect way to start out a Saturday night.

"Mkay I'm ready now," Clary said, opening the bathroom door. It always took her forever to dress in the gear.

He turned his head and gasped, not loudly, but enough to make Clary look at him with confusion.

Jace felt his heart skip a beat when Clary's eyes met his. He could see her love, her kindness, her beauty…Everything in that gaze. He wondered what he possibly did to deserve someone like Clary, and even if he deserved her at all. Of course he didn't. But she loved him, she loved him, out of all people, and he was thankful for it. Because without her, he'd be nothing. And Jace didn't care how cliché that sounded, because it was the truth.

"Jace? What? Is there something in my teeth?" She asked frantically, turning back towards the bathroom.

"No, no! It's just…You're so….Hot," Jace grinned, getting off the bed and running his hand through her soft, red hair.

"Hot…? Is that a bad thing?" She wondered, self consciously looking at her attire.

Jace shook his head, flashing a smile. "Well, for me it isn't, for you it isn't, but it is for any other guys who notice."

Clary blushed and reached up to kiss him.

Three quick knocks echoed from the door. Jace cursed in annoyance. Was there ever any privacy?

"Come on guys we have to leave now, demons are calling us," it was Alec.

"Alright, we're coming," Clary answered, lacing her fingers through Jace's and pulling him out the door. There was nothing he hated more at this moment than being a shadowhunter.

***

They were about halfway out the Institute door when a familiar and much hated voice sounded from behind them. Clary groaned inwardly.

"Where do you think you all are going?" Delilah criticized, hands on her hips.

Jace answered. "We're going to kick some demon ass, wanna join us? You can carry our weapons and be the cheerleader."

Delilah was very used to Jace's smart mouth, and didn't show annoyance. "You can't go jumping into the hands of Death, you signed a contract! And it would cost a lot of money to replace one of you," she scoffed.

"It's our duty as shadowhunters. We have no choice," Isabelle said smoothly, but Clary could tell that she was very eager to leave, as was she.

Hunting demons was pretty exhilarating, and the almost-getting-killed part made it sort of exciting. Gosh, I need to stop hanging around Jace so much, she thought, but knew it would never happen. Delilah scowled, and crossed her arms.

"You are not going, and that's that," She dictated, her expression firm and unmoving.

Jace clenched his fist and rolled his neck, and began to open his mouth to say something.

"Now now Jace, don't worry. Jocelyn, Robert, and I are going to handle the situation," Maryse interjected, gliding into the room dressed in shadowhunter gear, her black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Robert walked silently behind her. "Alec, you are in charge of the Institute if anything comes up while we're gone, but you all have to do what Mrs. Secret says."

"But-"

"You can't just-"

"We're-"

Maryse gave them a dominant look, which silenced all protests.

"But my mom can't go fighting demons, she's pregnant! And you 3 are in the movie too!" Clary cried when the room was silent.

"This will be your mother's last hunt for while. And no, we're not in the first movie, and Jocelyn is only in it for one scene, then she's asleep for the rest of the movie," Maryse explained.

"Wait…." Jace wondered, "The first movie? How many are there?"

"Three."

***

"I can't believe this," Isabelle ranted, "Three movies? Three??? And we have to do all of them? And she wouldn't let us go hunting last night, AND she bleached all her white clothing so there aren't any splotches on them, and she's in my room and Simon I just want to tear her eyes right out of her-" She was silenced by cold lips on hers.

All of her anger just melted away, every murderous thought in her head disappeared. All she could think about now was Simon, the way his body pressed against hers, the way his hands traced her neck, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She wanted to stay like this all day, forever and ever and ever…

And then he pulled away.

Isabelle pouted. "Poo. I was having fun."

Simon grinned. His brown hair seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, as did his eyes. God he was so hot. He bent and pecked her nose.

"Now, there will be no eye tearing while I'm around, or I might just have to tie you up," he threatened, pushing a strand of hair out of his face.

"I might not mind that, if you're there to keep me company," she indicated, sliding her hand into his.

"Nah, I have better things to do than make out with you all day," he joked, curiously searching for her response.

"Name two."

He thought for a while, and was unable to come up with anything. Isabelle smirked and flaunted away from him, leaving Simon to chase after her.


I figured that they wouldn't be able to fit the whole wonderful story into one little movie, so I just said three.

Here's where I'm stuck: should I describe their experience throughout all three movies? Or should I just do the first one, and then have them call it off and not make a sequel movie? OR should I just skip around a bit (for example: 2 months later...1 year later....) and speed things up a little so I can do all three movies?

I wasn't planning it to go longer than 10 chapters, or else it might be too long, you know?

So I'm asking you guys: What do you think? Do you want it to be super long or what?