Authors Note: Just thought you as a dear reader should know that this is my first fanfic of any type. Feedback is much appreciated but no hate.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the talented Cassandra Clare.

Four Children and an Angel

Chapter One

Clary Pov

Clary woke with a start to her alarm blaring at 7:00 in the morning. She groaned, smacking her clock off and sitting up with a yawn. The sunlight filtered through the off-white curtains, giving the room a warm glow. She painstakingly got out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen.

Today was interview day. 24-year-old Clary Fray had recently worked at Dorethea's Art Store but had been out job hunting ever since it closed down due to bad business. This was Clary's third interview this month, and she was getting desperate. She was applying to be a nanny for some swanky business guy. With necessities to buy and rent to pay, Clary needed income fast. Her friends Simon and Izzy had offered her room to stay, but being the stubborn redhead she was, refused.

After brewing a cup of black coffee, Clary sat on one of the bar stools at her kitchen island and looked at her tiny apartment. The walls were crammed with pictures of friends and family where there weren't her own paintings. Random sketches were laying half hazard on the coffee table with pencils on the floor. Clary admitted, she wasn't the neatest person out there, but did it really matter if she knew where everything is?

As she drained her coffee, Clary felt more prepared to face the day.

She quickly went to her room to get changed. She threw on a black pencil skirt with a baby blue blouse and black blazer. She then proceeded to pull her hair out of its bun and brush it till it was in loose fiery red curls till her waist. She applied minimal makeup, wanting to keep a fresh but natural look. She pulled out a pair of round toe pumps. Shooting a glance at the clock, she still had an hour to get to her interview. Grabbing her keys, phone, and apple for the ride, she left her apartment and started the walk to the metro.

TIME SKIP TO INTERVIEW

Standing outside of Java Jones, Clary took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. A lot was riding on this interview and if she screwed this up, she had no idea what she was gonna do. After waiting one more moment, she pushed through the door and was hit with the intoxicating smell of coffee. Mr. Herondale said that he'd be in a corner booth on his laptop. As Clary scanned the coffee shop, her eyes landed on a window booth holding a man with a mop of blonde hair hidden behind a laptop.

Smoothing the none existent wrinkles on her skirt, Clary slowly made her way over to the blonde man. But as she stood in front of him, he didn't seem to notice her and continued to furiously type on his laptop. Clary cleared her throat.

" Um excuse me, sorry to bother you but could you happen to be Mr. Herondale?" she inquired, keeping her voice level.

He looked up with a start, and Clary had to stop herself from gasping out loud. Golden. That was the only way to describe. His eyes were melted honey and his skin was a golden tan. To top it all off he had a halo of golden hair this curled at the nape of his neck.

" Yes I'm Jonathon Herondale and you must be Clarrisa," he said, snapping her out of her reverie.

" Pleasure meeting with you," Clary replied, shaking his hand and taking a seat in front of him.

" So Clarrisa, your 24 years old, correct?" Mr. Herondale began.

" Yes, I'll be 25 in a few months" Clary confirmed.

" Care to tell me why you're applying for to be a nanny?" Clary took a deep breath. " Well I lost my old job when the store closed down and I know I've always been good with children."

" It says here that you started college but never got your degree. Why is that?"

" I was studying art history when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. After juggling college, a part-time job, and caring for my mom, I realized that I wouldn't be able to keep it up. I dropped out of college so that the tuition money could go towards her treatment and I could take another job with the free time." she explained, trying and failing to keep the emotion out of her voice. The last thing people want is tears at an interview, Clary thought bitterly.

Jonathon's face betrayed no emotion as he continued on with the interview. Before Clary knew it Mr. Herondale got a call and excused himself. A few moments later he returned.

" I've just got an urgent call from work and they need me to come in," he said as he began packing up his laptop.

" I never did ask, what is it that you do?"

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "You're applying for a job but you don't know what your employer does? I could be an ax killer."

" Well, then, I don't see why you'd need a nanny then," Jonathon barked out a laugh.

" I'm sure you're smart enough to find out more about me. It was a pleasure meeting with you Clarrissa and I'll keep in contact. Good day."

Once Mr. Herondale left the coffee shop, Clary let a sigh of relief. Now all she had to do was wait.

She exited Java Jones and made a quick call.

" Hey, Fray how's it going?"
" Movie at my place in an hour?"