Hi! This story is going to be a series of tales from the New York Institute! Most are going to be one shots featuring Clary, Jace, and the rest of the gang.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, but I do own the plot.

Isabelle Carstairs?: Imagine if Simon wasn't dating Isabelle when Brother Zachariah turned human? (I'm sorry, Sizzy fans) How would it have gone if Isabelle had tried to get with the former silent brother? Read and find out.

Isabelle Carstairs?

"C'mon. He's hot. Can't you see it? That face, and his body, and-"

"Isabelle, stop it. Stop talking about Brother Zacariah. I know he is human now, and he might be good looking, but you do not need to constantly tell me about him." Alec was getting annoyed. Since they had gotten to the Council meeting to dscuss the aftermath of the Dark War, and Isabelle had laid eyes on this new version of Brother Zacariah, she hadn't stopped talking about him. He was good enough looking, Alex thought, but nothing entirely special. He didn't seen to shine like Magnus did. Then again, Magnus did wear a lot of glitter sometimes.

"He's not just good looking. He is hawt. You, of all people that I know, should be able to see it." Isabelle shot back.

"Sheesh Izzy. Just since I'm not exactly straight, it doesn't mean that I think every single guy in the world is hot. I mean, do you?" Alec complained.

"Fine," Isabelle admitted, "You are right. Damn. Why are you always right?"

"He is right because he is my parabatai, and I am always right. I think I rubbed off on him," a voice from the other side of her said. Isabelle turned around. The voice was Jace.

"You're so full of it, you know? You always gotta take credit for other people's wits, don't you? " Isabelle teased at the blonde boy next to her.

"What's going on here?" Clary asked, sitting down beside Jace, but leaning over his lap to speak to Isabelle.

"Alec doesn't agree that Brother Zachariah is hot, and Jace got involved." Isabelle told her, motioning to Brother Zachariah, who was standing near the Consul in front of the room, "What do you think?"

Clary looked to where Isabelle showed her, "Wow. You know, Alec, and you too Jace, I have to take Isabelle's side on this. Brother Zachariah is a good looking guy."

"Hey!" Jace complained, "What about me?"

Clary took his hand and said, "In my world, there is no one more attractive than you. But Brother Zachariah takes a close second or so."

"That seals it," Isabelle declared, "I am going to talk to him later."

After the meeting, Isabelle set off to look for the former silent brother, who looked about twenty, but she guessed he was much older than that. She pulled Clary with her, so she would have some company, and some more courage.

They found him speaking to Jia Penhallow, the Consul, and they waited in the background for their conversation to end.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Clary asked.

"Yes. I haven't seen a guy this hot in ages. And it's been even longer since I've dated one. And now that the Dark War is over, I have the time." Isabelle said determinedly.

Clary shrugged, "Well, if you feel like that, I really won't try to stop you."

"Why? Do you think it is not a good idea? How do I look?"

. "Perfect, as always," Clary replied, envious of Isabelle's black locks, height, and slenderness. It so contrasted her own red waves and short stature, "And I am not sure if it is a good idea. He is a former silent brother, you know."

"Well, there is no harm trying. Oh look, here he comes," Brother Zachariah had stepped away from the Consul, bid her a goodbye, and had began to walk away. Isabelle blocked his path, dragging Clary along.

"Hi, Brother Zachariah," she said.

"Hey," Clary mumbled, staring at the ground. She was only here to be a wingwoman, anyway.

"Hello Isabelle, Clary," Brother Zachariah replied, speaking with a British accent. He was probably from London, Clary realized, "How are you?"

Clary stayed silent, but Isabelle replied, "Fine, but umm, I, I mean, we, were wondering how you were. You are very different than when we saw you last."

"Yes, I have been released from the brotherhood. You can just call me Zachariah, now."

"Wow," Isabelle said, acting surprised. Clary couldn't tell if she was faking or not, "I didn't know that was possible,"

"Yes, but it is very rare. I had some special circumstances, which allowed me to become human again," he turned to Clary, "Jace Herondale, did he tell you what had happened to me?"

Clary answered, "Yes, but he was quite confused. He still is. He was afraid he hurt you, you see."

"Ah, Herondales. They are stubborn, are they not? But very caring and considerate." Zachariah laughed.

Clary, shocked at seeing a former silent brother show any emotion, replied, "Oh yes. Very. How long has it run in the family?"

"A very long time, I suppose. I knew a boy once, of the Herondale family. By the Angel, it must have been about one hundred and thirty years ago. He was one of my closest friends. So much like your Jace, he was."

"Really?" Clary asked, "Do you know anything else about his, and our, families?"

"Ahem," Isabelle cut in, but either Zachariah didn't hear her, or he ignored her for the time being.

"Clary, your ancestor, a long time ago, was like a mother to me. She raised me and taught me. You come from a very well respected family," Zachariah smiled, "And you, Isabelle. There were some of your ancestors that did some very dishonorable things, but through time, the Lightwoods have become a well liked family. Especially your generation, with you and Alec."

"Thank you. I didn't not know that," Isabelle stated, looking a bit bored, "Now, as I was saying, do you think you'd ever want to-"

She was cut off by Zachariah, who seemed to realize something, "Oh yes. And Jace. There is another thing about them, other than their stubbornness. And, well, also their fear of ducks. But there is one more thing. Herondales, when they feel love, they feel it the strongest. For them, there is only one person that they love and if the can't have that person, they don't want anyone."

"Yes, that is very interesting, but-," Isabelle said, not looking very interested at all, and getting cut off again. She was getting angry that she had come over to talk to Zachariah, but he was only speaking to Clary. C'mon, Clary was supposed to be helping her.

"Zachariah, you once told me that there is a person that is like that for you. Now that you are human, will you go find her?" Clary asked.

Zachariah smiled, "I will try, Clary, I will try. I love her very much, and I always will. Now, Isabelle, what were you trying to ask me?"

Isabelle had turned a deep red in her cheeks, "Nothing."

I hope you enjoyed the story! Please read and review, I would love to hear your thoughts on my writing!

Also, if you guys have any plot or character ideas for future stories, I would love to hear them, and I will do my best to incorporate any ideas you have into my stories!

One more thing, please check out my other story, Tales From The London Institute. It is very similar to this story, but it features Will, Jem, Tessa, and the rest of the characters from the Infernal Devices!

~Hearts With Love~