"Oh my god, Jace," I say as I take my last bite of eggs. "I think I'm in love with your cooking!"

"I guess I'll have to settle for that for right now," he says, casting me a joking wink as he spoke. Jon makes gagging noises into his food, mimicking what Jace had done to Alec and Magnus maybe a half hour before. I am sitting on the love seat with Isabelle as the boys all dominate the couch, fighting over who is going to be able to play next on Jon's Xbox.

"Dammit, Jon!" Jace snaps, "It's my turn next!"

"I just got on!"

"It's not my fault that you can't play Call of Duty!"

"It's not my fault that you're a little bitch!"

"At least I don't play like one!"

Of course by this time they are both rolling on the floor. Magnus and Izzy are both on their feet, clapping and laughing as they shout, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

As you can see my friends are so mature. I am laughing too, because I am just as mature as they are, and Alec is perhaps the smartest out of all of us. He snags the remote and begins playing while Jace and Jon are trying to beat the shit out of each other.

As the sister and 'girlfriend' of the two brawling boys, I suppose that it is my responsibility to try and break them up. I am about to when I hear that they are actually laughing. I blink in surprise, and shake my head. Both of them need to get their brains tested for trauma. I mean there is only so much stupidity that should be housed in one head, and they have enough to supply the entire neighborhood.

Then the door opens. I see Simon walking in shivering slightly from the cold and pause in the threshold. He looks at Isabelle and his expression darkens slightly, but then his eyes flit to the two fighting three year olds on the floor. "The hell's going on?"

"I'm not sure!" I have to shout over the noise of the fighting boys. "But it's better than cable!"

Simon looks at me for another moment before looking down at Jace and Jon, "I'm about to head—"

He is cut off by the sound of a body against wood, a loud grunt, and glass shattering. Of course none of those by themselves is very good, but when combined, they are recipes for disaster…just like Jon and Jace. I look away from Simon and see that Jace is lying on the ground, swearing very intricately, as Jon is on his knees beside him, looking down at his friend apologetically. Jon then looks up at me, and that is when I realize that Jace has hurt himself, and since I am his girlfriend, I have been promoted to Nurse Clary.

"What happened?" I demand as I start walking toward them. I see both boys wince, and even though Jace isn't facing me, I can see that he is holding his left forearm. "Please tell me he didn't break anything."

"No," Jace says, his voice tight. "Just cut myself, though I think that it's too big for you to just kiss better." He looks up at me and offers me a weak smile, "You're welcome to try, though."

"Maybe later," I reply. "Let's try some bandages first." I look back and see that Alec hasn't even looked off the game, and Magnus is watching his boyfriend play with something that resembled boredom. I can just feel the brotherly concern in the air.

Jon helps Jace to his feet and he looks down at me with a weak smile as I look at his arm. He is still holding the cut, but scarlet drops are dripping past his fingers and on to the wooden floor. "Get into the bathroom and hold it over the sink," I tell Jace, who moves at once, not even bothering to question me. I look at Jon, and say, "You have clean up duty—"

"But I'm squeamish!" he wails at me, reminding me dangerously of a two year old that was denied candy. Wait until he hears my next criteria.

"You should have thought of that before you decided to fight with Jace in the house. Deal with it. Also, you and Jace are banned from the Xbox until I see fit."

He opened his mouth, clearly about to argue with me, but I am having none of that right now.

"Banned! B-A-N-N-E-D!" I spell out for him. "You're both clearly too immature, and both of you could have been hurt worse."

I turn away from Jon and am about to walk into the bathroom, when Simon walks to my side. "I'm about to head out, Clare. I don't really feel like staying another night."

I nod, knowing that he's probably hurting a lot more than he's letting on. He smiles at me before he pulls me into a hug. I embrace him back, knowing that he needs this because of Izzy. He lets me go after a moment and says, "Jace is in dire need of you right now. Wouldn't want him to bleed out in the bathroom…getting the blood out of the grout would be murder."

I snort at his dry humor and nod. "That it would, Simon that it would."

He walks to the staircase, no doubt to retrieve his bag from the guest room that he had to share with Magnus and Alec the night before. I simply walk to the only door in the living room, and open it.

"Jeez, Clary," Jace said, his good hand covering his chest, as he mockingly feigned shock. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I could have been indecent. You really should have knocked." I want to say something sarcastic to him, and I want to tell him that he is an idiot and just to scold him until I think that he will finally understand that I am actually angry at him…then I look into his golden eyes. My anger seems to almost completely fizzle out, and I am left with concern. Of course the concern is bad enough considering that it is causing my heart to beat around twice as fast as it's supposed to.

"How is your arm?" I ask instead of answering his jokes. I walk over and take it gently in my hand and reveal a large gash that runs diagonally up a quarter of his forearm. Blood is still oozing from it, and just looking at the wound makes me want to cringe. I'm not a baby like my brother, but something about Jace being in pain doesn't sit right with me. I don't like the way that the scarlet is running over his tanned skin and turning it a different color. I don't like the way that he is trying to hide a wince because it is the manly thing to do. I look back up at him and he looks down at me, giving me that stupid brave smile that I really just want to slap off him.

"It isn't that bad," he says. "It was just a piece of glass. I don't think it even went all that deep."

"So when I try and put peroxide on it," I say. "You're not going to be in pain?"

"As long as you kiss it better," he replies, "I'm sure that I'll live."

I look down at his arm again, and bite my lip. "Sit down," I command as I kneel in front of the cabinet under the sink. There is a first aid kit sitting in the back, the red cross on the front, shining proudly, as if telling me that it was here and it was going to be okay. Yeah right. I roll my eyes at my musings and reach forward to grab the box. Of course it is all the way at the back of the cabinet, and I am so short that I have to practically climb inside to get it. I make a small noise of victory as I grab it and manage to back away from the cabinet without hurting myself. As sad as this sounds I consider it a victory.

When I look up at Jace, I see that he is smiling down at me…actually he isn't smiling so much as smirking. In most words, the prick saw me struggling as decided to sit back and enjoy the small form of entertainment. I glare up at him, and am considering accidentally confusing the peroxide with alcohol. His smile falters, most likely because of the evil glint in my eye, as I stand up.

"Well, Herondale," I say quietly as I set the kit down on the counter top, "I think it's time to get your arm put back together."

It takes maybe twenty minutes of torture before Jace's arm is even halfway back to normal. Thankfully, he is right about it not being so deep, which he's pretty smug about…the idiot. Then it takes a few minutes of coaxing before he will even let me touch him with anything other than water, and when she does, he tenses up, all of his muscles flexing and I have to admit that it might just have been the most enjoyable part of the entire ordeal.

He is breathing heavily before I am finished, and by the time I am done, he looks down right exhausted. Apparently taking pain silently drains a person. I look down at my handy work, and am proud to see an only slightly sloppy bandage around his arm. I look around the bathroom and see that there is quite a mess to clean up.

I inwardly groan as I back away from Jace slightly so that he is able to stand up. When he does, he smiles at me again, and this time it is an actual smile. "Thanks, Clary."

"It's no problem," I say almost shyly. "You go ahead outside; I've got to get this cleaned up."

"I'll help you," he says quickly. "It's my blood after all."

"I don't mind," I say, shaking my head. "Go and sit down. Besides, you can all watch Alec play Call of Duty now that you and Jon are both banned from the Xbox until I see fit."

He gives me a half smile and says, "What about kissing it better? You told me that you would try."

I look at him for a moment, and realize that he is actually serious. His golden eyes are widened and almost hopeful, and his smile is a bit more strained, as if he is afraid that I will tell him no. I simply smile at him and say, "I know I did."

He leans down slightly so that I can actually reach him, and I brush my lips against his cheek. "How's that?"

Jace smiles at me, and it gives me that feeling that I might as well have kissed him full on the lips. "I feel better already," he replies.

"Good," I say. "Now go and watch Alec play!"

"Yes ma'am," he says, turning away from me and opening the door. Just as he walks out, Magnus walks inside and shuts the door behind him.

"Thank God for you," he says in relief. I see glitter fall to the ground as he moves and I make a mental note to walk around with a vacuum behind him from now on. "Alec was trying to teach me how to play that insufferable game," he shuddered. "I'm going to pretend to help you as I hide in here from him."

I laugh and nod, "Sounds good, Mags. I have something that I need to ask you anyways."

Well…Magnus won by three votes, if the last part didn't make that obvious enough. I hope that you enjoyed the chapter. Does anyone have any suggestions on how Magnus should react to her question? Should he brush it off as obvious, or actually explain it to her? You all make my day with your insight so don't be shy with your opinions!

What do you all think should happen between Isabelle and Meliorn? What about Izzy and Simon? I have an idea, but I'm always open to suggestions! Leave a review on your way out?

I don't own The Mortal Instruments, or Call of Duty.