DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, (how much I wish I did!) they all belong to Cassandra Clare!

I'm not completely sure how to work the fanfiction thing (like I didn't know how to do this disclaimer thing, so I just added it to the first chapter lol) because this is only my second fanfiction.

ALSO, just thought I'd add... Although it says my characters are Clary and Jace, they aren't the only ones. Everyone is going to have a part in the story, and there are going to be more pairings. Clary and Jace are the main characters, but there's going to be A LOT of everyone else too.

Please review! I'll give you Jace-shaped cookies ^.^

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A year after Valentine's death. Had it really been that long? To Clary, that day was still fresh in her mind. As were the weeks that led up to that day. She could still hear Eric's voice like she had that night at the poetry meeting. She could still see Jace; the way he looked as he watched her and Simon converse. And she could still feel the first runes she had ever received burning into her skin as Jace drew them there.

She now lived at the Institute, training to be a shadowhunter. Simon was resuming his normal life as he left it, dropping by frequently to say hello. Alec hasn't moved in with Magnus (yet), because he wanted to continue his training, and didn't want to leave his family. But he and Magnus still went out almost every night, and sometimes Alec didn't return until the next day. Her mother lived with Luke in his apartment, Clary visited them on weekends. Jocelyn was happier than she'd been in years, as was Luke. Clary felt a wave of bliss pass through her as she drew in her sketchbook, lying on her bed. Basically the whole Downworlder and shadowhunter world knew about Valentine's defeat, and most of the story behind it.

"Hey beautiful," A familiar soothing voice said softly. Jace.

He was peeking through the door, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, his tousled blonde hair reaching his fiery gold eyes. Clary caught her breath in surprise, and closed her sketchbook in embarrassment.

"Hmm….Clary if you're drawing naked pictures of me I'm very curious as to where you saw the inspiration...Spying on me in the bathroom where you?" He teased, gliding across the room and plucking the book from her hands.

He shuffled through the pages, clicking his tongue in what was either approval or dislike, Clary couldn't tell.

"Oh shut up," Clary told him, trying to sound annoyed, but did not succeed.

He laid the book at the foot of the bed and slid beside her.

"I will if you make me," Jace hinted, leaning towards her.

"Haha very clever Ja-" Clary started but was stopped by his lips on hers.

They clung to each other in a passionate embrace, neither willing to break apart. Finally, when Clary nearly died of suffocation (needless to say she didn't enjoy being suffocated) she pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Jesus…Jace…You…Are….So…" Clary panted, but couldn't find the word she was looking for.

"Amazing? Handsome? Sexy?" Jace finished for her, kissing her again. This time it was just short peck.

"No, egotistical," said Clary, after catching her breath.

"Yes that too. Anyways," Jace exclaimed, clapping his hands together, making Clary jump. "I came in here to get you."

Clary stared at him in confusion. "You already have me…?" She reminded him.

"Well yes, I know that, but Maryse wants to talk to all of us."

"All of us?" Clary asked, wondering what he meant by all.

"ALL of us. Everyone in the Institute," Jace clarified, dragging a reluctant Clary off the bed and out the door.

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"Okay everyone, I know you're all probably wondering why I've called you here," Maryse started, pacing around the kitchen. She put her hands on the table. "The filmmaker Delilah Secret talked to me today." She fell abruptly silent, her gaze sweeping over everybody in the room.

Alec motioned with his hand. "Annnnddd?"

"She wants to make a movie about us!" Maryse chirped happily, sounding almost exactly like Isabelle did when she was excited.

The room was silent as everyone in the room looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What?" They all yelled at once.