Hey peeps! I've got you something here ;)
There's no lemon in this chapter, but you should read it anyway. If I dare say, it's pretty fluffy. I'll try my best to update often. I've got a life other than obsessing over Jace & Clary you know ;P

Uh, there may be some jumbled up words I didn't catch. FanFic tends to do that. Sorry!

OH! And how's my new pen name? Ddpjclaf inspired it with 'Turbulence'.

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'Supermodel Much?', a fic I wrote bout mundane Clary and Jace. It's a fun one, I guarantee that much;)

"Paris?" Clary squealed.

Paris. She'd always wanted to go to Paris. The name itself oozed 'art'. She was beyond ecstastic.

"Paris?"Jace growled.

Paris. The name itself oozed 'demons' and 'vampires'. Which basically meant french speaking monsters out to harm Clary. Not to mention his proposal plan would crumble to pieces.

"Paris." Magnus repeated. Clary hopped up and down and Jace groaned out loud.

"But why?" Jace rubbed his temple.

"Antoine isn't doing good, and being one of dad's old friends, -

Alec was interrupted by a loud 'BOOM', followed by a yelp, then a few muttered words by Magnus, and then a sigh of relief.

Before Alec could continue, Jace spoke up. "Why do Ihave to go? Or Clary? We don't know who Antoy is." He didn't want to be a disrespectful Shadowhunter, (really!) but if he had to choose between keeping Clary safe and all to himself so he could continue with his proposal, he'd so choose the latter.

Because, - it's rather obvious, so a sad kudos to the lad that hasn't guessed it yet – Clary meant everything to him, and if going to Paris meant risking anything between the two of them, he wanted out.

A man from the other line cleared his throat. "It's Antoine." Clary didn't recognise that voice, so she looked up at Jace. He shrugged, assuming it was Magnus playing one of his funny tricks again.

"Yeah, sure. Alec, answer my question."

"You're going because Antoine's a respected family friend and Shadowhunter and Clary's going because Jocelyn doesn't want her stuck back here all alone."

"My mom is going?" The red head asked. But all she got in return was Jace's half hearted shrug and plain ignorance from the others.

"Besides, Clary would love it there. She wont be bored. There's tons of places we'll get to visit, and she'll love the atmostphere over there. You know, being artistic and all." Isabelle half yelled into the receiver.

She would?

Jace looked down at Clary. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, and she was literally bouncing up and down.

Perfect. He sighed. Looks like he'd half to put up with the slimy suckers.

He bent down to kiss her lightly on her forehead, shutting the phone after letting the rest know that they would be there in ten.

The Institute was truly a great example of what 'chaos' would be. Izzy was running, hopping, jumping, yelling and packing two gigantic luggages for her trip. Alec and Robert had already tried reminding her that they were visiting a dying man, not going for a party. But she only heard nothing and continued packing. They were staying for two whole weeks in Paris, they must be a little cuckoo somewhere up there to think she wouldn't need any clothes for the trip.

When she was done, she double checked to make sure she packed Max's toy in a tiny little compartment before she zipped up the first bag. She shook her head, evidently shaking other sad thoughts away.

Clothes were thrown into her bags, none of them folded. Magnus was right beside her, picking makeup, trying on makeup, dodging her as she darted across and in the room in a matter of nanoseconds.

Then as Alec chit-chatted with Jace, Leroy waltzed into hell, right when Isabelle dropped her luggage onto his left foot. He yelped. Surprised by the weight and the sudden unwelcoming assault. Magnus muttered an incantation and the heavy bag floated up slowly. He let out a sigh.

When Magnus and another man had approached Alec and Izzy back there in the club, Izzy had been hunting high and low for Jace, but he was nowhere to be seen and when she couldn't find Clary either, she put two and two together, and decided to skip Pandemonium's back room, very unwilling to find out what the two were up to.

Knowing Jace, he probably couldn't keep his hands off the hothead.

And knowing Clary, she probably wanted to go at it like rabbits as much as Jace wanted.

But then again, knowing Jace, he probably kept his 'keep-Clary-a-virgin-before-marrige' plan.

So, no rabbits.

Izzy just shook her head.

Magnus's friend looked normal. Not like what another warlock or demon would look like. And if the shy man didn't roll up his sleeves, neither of them would have guessed he was one of them.

"Hello, Alec." The guy greeted him warmly, extending his hand. "I'm Leroy."

Alec – very much unlike Jace and his cocky self – smiled back warily, shaking the extended hand anyway. "What can we do for you?"

"I'm here to deliver a message from my family. My papi, Antoine, has told me many stories about the Lightwoods. You were close, no?"

Alec scratched the back of his head. "Ah, yes. My dad's told me about Antoine De Blanc. Why?"

The French dude spoke like a robot.

"Papi is dying, he probably has less than a week to live, and he wishes to see Robert Lightwood and his whole family once more, so I stand here, in New York City, asking for you to grant his dying wish."

Alec considered this for a minute. It wouldn't hurt to bring the strange robotic Shadowhunter back. Right?

"Come back with us. We'll talk there." Alec said, eyeing his surroundings.

"Super."

It wasn't so super when Jace turned up and spotted him though.

That's another story.

The elevator jerked to a stop and out came Clary and Jace. The red head excited, the golden boy looking rather bored. And peeved. He could have such a wonderful propsal here! In New York! He sighed.

It wouldn't be his first time travelling to Paris. Unlike Clary, Jace had been on many glorious and adventurous trips, all of them with Valentine.

He couldn't deny the fact that he liked them.

Just... Not with Valentine.

He waved the thoughts of his idiot of a father away with a parting kiss to Clary, promising to meet her in her room when he was done packing.

The handsome man-in-two

Her ring was still nestled in it's box inside his drawer, waiting to be worn, just exactly how he left it hours ago. Jace dumped a few very neatly folded (much unlike Isabelle's) clothes and jeans into his rucksack, his Shadowhunter gear, strapped on his weapons belt, and stuffed Clary's ring into his pocket. He gave his room a once over, double checking, and left his monk like room.

Jace hoped to Raziel the ring wont be back in his drawer when he returns.

"You know, most people pack their clothes first. But count on you to pack your pencils beforehand."

Clary spun around (nearly sweping all her stuff off her desk doing so). She came face to face with her mom, a duffle bag in hand.

"Mom!" She smiled, giving the older woman a tight bear hug.

"A grown woman that doesn't know how to pack her own luggage." Jocelyn teased, dumping her bag somewhere, then walking towards Clary's rucksack. "How will my son-in-law tolerate you?"

Clary started on her 'oh-shut-up' rant, turning pink. She switched topics from 'Poor Future Husband' to "So how did you get to know Antoine?"

Jocelyn found a spot on the floor to fix her gaze on. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with such sadness.

Oops.

"He was my teacher, in Idris. I was about 17 when he quit his job."

"You still kept in touch?"

"Not really, he left to France a year before Valentine and I got married."

"Oh."

"He tried warning me about him, you know. He warned all of us." She tried to imitate what Clary thought was Antoine's stern, dissaproving tone. "Somebody soh pearfet, ahlwayz as a flauw. Be caerful, child, Valentzine is very dangerous."

"Nobody believed him, I guess." Clary thought to herself. She didn't mean to say it out loud, though.

Jocelyn gave her a sad smile. "No, Clary. No one did." She cleared her throat after that, ending the conversation with an "Aheem" Also read as fullstop.

Clary dumped the rest of her pencils, then her sketchbook, some paint... more pencils.

"So," A pause. "You went out with Jace tonight."

Jocelyn eyed her daughter's outfit with a raised eyebrow. She still had her revealing top and strappy silver stiletto's on for display. She turned crimson.

Her mom pursed her lips, then smiled.

Back up! She smiled.

Before Clary could say 'Cheese Balls', two quick knocks sounded, then the doorknob turned and in walked Jace. His soft smile disappeared when he saw two red heads instead of just one.

He slipped on his annoying mask.

"Hello, Jace."

He nodded, and cracked a smile for her. "Jocelyn," He eyed Clary's bag the same way her mom did. "In Paris, people wear something called clothes."

"I know that, Jace."

"Really? You sure you don't wear sketchbooks instead?"

She started her 'oh-shut-up' rant again.

When Jace left to fetch some weapons for both of them, Clary started to follow, but Jocelyn pushed her down firmly on the bed.

Not yet, we need to talk." Her mom said, pushing Clary down on the bed.

Clary got nervous. It's totally normal to get nervous and sweaty when someone says 'we need to talk, right? Right? Or was this about her first relationship with a guy? Was this about Jace? She gulped. As much as she loved her mother, she wouldn't leave Jace. She couldn't live without him. Take that!

"Clary, relax," Her mother instructed.

Naturally, Clary tensed.

Jocelyn sighed, but then she started laughing. "Honey, it's just harmless sex talk."

Clary felt her jaw drop, her eyes popping out of their sockets and onto the ground. "But we've already gone through that years ago!"

Her mother chuckled. "You didn't have anyone but Simon years ago."

(yeee-ouch.)

"You love Jace a lot, don't you?" Her mother inquired, ignoring her daugther's protests and somehow insulted look.

"Yes." Clary said crystal clear. She didn't hesitate a second.

"Have you two -

"No, not yet,"

"When will -

"I don't know!"

"Are you on p -

"No, I'm not!"

"Is he bi-

"Mom!" She screeched. Her ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. They were probably bleeding, dying a slow torturing death. And her face was probably something even a lobster couldn't pull off.

Jocelyn laughed harder at her daughter's red face, shook her head, smiling as she placed something into Clary's bag. Clary was about to check when her mom stopped her, "Later, we have to go now. But first," She gave her daughter a once over. "change your top. You'll catch a cold."

It's read: If I ever see more skin and less cloth, I'll make you catch a cold.

"Okay," Clary nodded. Eyes wide.

She wondered if she should have saluted her own mom.

When Jace was introduced to Leroy (a.k.a, Jace's annoying-jerk-in-a-box/ dream punching bag) he accidentally gave Leroy a bruise when they shook hands. He didn't know why he took so much pleasure hurting the man. It wasn't really his fault Clary was overly attractive.

"I believe we've met," Jace said.

"Ah, yes, the infamous Jace Lightwood. You were at the Pandemonium with a little pretty companion, yeah? Clarissa Morgernstern?" Leroy gave his hand a little wiggle; testing the waters.

Jace decided to change the subject. "For a French boy, you sure don't have much of an accent." He mumbled.

"That redhead, she's your current girl?" He ignored Jace's comment.

Jace did not like the way he said current. It made him sound like such a player. Well, he was, but not anymore!

"Yes, she's taken."

"Ah, pity, then." Leroy smiled. It wasn't a pretty one.

"What happened to Antoine?" Robert asked, interrupting the little Shadowhunter showdown right below his nose. He wasn't going to risk Jace fighting with his dying friend's son right next to him.

Leroy Blanc tore his eyes away from Jace's tawny golden ones. "Old age," he grunted.

"I see..."

Right on cue, Isabelle strutted out, her whip in hand with Magnus picking at his traffic stopping fingernails. They both had extremely bulky bags in hand. Excluding the older Warlock, who managed to make his bags (which weighed more than elephants, mind you) float behind him.

Clary and her mom both apperaed behind Magnus and his floating bags. While Jocelyn looked at ease with the floating things, Clary couldn't help but trail behind a little, (1) For fear of a major glittery earthquake if the bags were to lose control. (2) Somehow amazed at the impossible made possible sight. (3) Apparently still shocked with her mother's sudden interest in her sex life.

Since his girlfriend was walking a tad bit slow for his patience, Jace darted back into the weapon room and came out with a tiny loaded weapon belt for her. He took her bag from her shoulder, smirking when he saw her flushed cheeks, and handed the belt to Clary.

"Care to tell me what your mom wanted?"

"Er. She was looking for a missing pen."

"Alright."

Clary only nodded, her cheeks growing redder at the lame excuse.

Jace chuckled once more as he took her hand in his, annoyed at Leroy's disturbing gaze on both of them. When Clary looked up, her eyes widened once more. "Jace?" She asked, her eyes shifting from Leroy to Jace.

"Clarissa Morgernstern?" Leroy asked, a warm smile playing on his lips.

She blinked looking at Jace. Was he safe? After all, Jace did shoot him the daggers earlier by the bar. Really, really sharp daggers.

Jace picked at the hem of Clary's shirt, saddened by the lack of exposed skin in this one. Clary had decided on a long-sleeved white tee, and Nike's for her once upon a time murderous stilletos. She kept the tight jeans on though, knowing she'd earn a lustfull stare or two from Jace.

He sighed, Leroy was hardly a threat, so he nodded at Clary who turned back to Leroy, awarding him with a shy smile. "I'd go for Clary Fray anytime though."

Leroy grinned and extended a hand to Clary.

She shook it gently.

"So how did you like your whiskey shot?" he said, lowering his voice to make sure the adults (excluding Alec and Magnus) didn't hear.

"Uh..." See? That's universal for expressing 'ewrytuy3jhgdsfv'. It's a super answer. Try that sometime!

Jace rolled his eyes. His fist itching re-decorate some faces.

"It's ready." Luke announced, his hand gesturing to the glittery Magnus and the portal.

Jace was extremely annoyed when Robert asked him to hop through the portal right before Magnus and right after Clary who was coincidentaly right after Leroy.

Oh, the joy. Whoop-dee-doo!

He scowled.

He managed to get the hang of landing on his feet somehow, but Clary on the other hand never did. Clary thanked the Big Guy up Above she switched shoes. If she were still in heels, she could have probably killed Leroy – who cushioned her fall – underneath her.

Leroy grinned up at her then frowned at Jace who got Clary back up on her feet before the French boy tried anything funny.

"Thanks," Clary said.

"Welcome," both dudes replied.

"Whoaa, we're staying at Westin?" Simon burst out, interrupting the uncomfortably tense moment.

True enough, there was a grand looking Westin, right opposite Rue Rivoli, and Jardin des Tuileries. There wasn't a church in sight.

"Please do not tell me we have to walk, glamoured with floating bags in my new boots to the nearest Cathedral."

Leroy snickered. He flipped himself over and gestured to a strangely deserted alley -which was pretty damn weird considering the whole street was packed with busy people- "Come," He smiled a sad smile. "Mundane's don't come here. To them, it's a graveyard with extra rats and no grave." He glanced back at the group, his dark eyes settled on Jace's arm on Clary's shoulders keeping her warm and protected.

His turn to scowl.

Alec caught that.

The group walked through the ironed gate, then followed Leroy's lead to the French Institute.

At the end of the alley, stood two gigantic gargoyles, stern and ready to bite your ass off. Clary wondered if they were real. She reached out to poke one.

Jace laughed.

The two gargoyles were guarding a gigantic wooden door, preventing any unwelcoming guests to enter. Leroy reached out to push the door, but he nearly fell flat on his face when his a woman with chestnut hair yanked it inwards.

"Maman!" Leroy yelped for the second time that night.

"Pardon, Roy." Said the pretty woman. She was probably as old as Amatis, Luke's sister.

"Sophie," Robert called out from behind the group, squeezing past the rest, and dodging the floating bags.

Sophie smiled at him, and gave him a good old pat on the back as she waved us all in, giving the unfamiliar faces a welcoming smile and the familiar ones a sad, destroyed look.

"How is he doing so far?" Luke's voice boomed from the front, bouncing off the beautiful stained glass windows and classy wallpapered walls.

"Not very well, I am afraid. He's extremely frail, you should hurry."

Everyone picked up pace, including Magnus, who leaded a whole army of floating bags behind him.

Unlike New York, Paris didn't have a Persian fat cat, so imagine everyone's shocked faces when they saw a living breathing parrot, flying along with the colorful Magnus-made floating luggages behind them.

They passed a really big open aired room. The walls were covered with bookshelves, and the bookshelves were stocked with unlimited hardcover books. Just imagine when Paris gets a 7.0 earthquake.

Yikes.

In the middle of the room was a grand piano. Clary looked up at Jace, meeting his eyes as they smiled at her own green ones.

Behind the piano, were several mahogany tables and oak chairs, occupied by a few Shadowhunters. Some looked Asian, some looked like hungry lions, some looked like sad kittens and some looked... well like them; curious.

Behind them were gigantic colored glass with all kinds of paterns in them. With a slow gasp, Clary realized they were windows. She couldn't wait to wake tomorrow, and be dazzled by rays of sunlight streaming into the Institute.

A pang of guilt punched her in the gut. Here she was, on a mission to pay respect to by visiting a dying someone, and here she was now, all happy and jolly excited to wake up tomorrow.

Sophie led them up some spiral stairs (which caused some temporary glitch to Magnus's porter service, who tried his so called best to avoid knocking each others head with heavy bags.) to all the bedrooms.

When they finally reached the last step, Clary ordered Magnus to dump the bags in a safe corner, so no more damages were to be done, rubbing her bruised head in annoyance as she did so.

Leroy stared at Clary, Jace watched Leroy.

They reached a door, and Sophie gently turned the knob. She poked her sad head in.

"The Lightwoods and a few surprises have arrived, papa."

Sophie pushed the door open, inviting everyone in.

Magnus, Luke, Jocelyn, Robert, Maryse, and Sophie headed to the bed, where an old man lay, his bald head cushioned with dozens of square pillows. The duvet was velvety red, it looked fit for a king.

Well, a dying king.

His wrinkled hands beckoned them closer. There were several bookshelves in the room. A desk and a chair positioned right nest to the windows, a door that probably led to the bathroom was right next to one of the bookshelves.

Jace, Alec, Isabelle, Simon, Clary and Leroy stayed back, giving the adults some time alone with their dying old mentor/father.

There were some hushed conversations for the first five minutes or two, then old Antoine Blanc croaked out Jocelyn's name loudly.

"I 'ave 'eard... About... ze beautiful daughter... of Valentine'z, show... me?"

Jocelyn sniffed loudly, and turned to Clary and the rest. "Come closer, guys."

Everyone took a few steps forward. Clary squeezed past the adults, stepping next to her mother.

The old man smiled. He actually looked good, Clary thought. He must have been a handsome young man back then. His eyes were grey and warm, his face wrinkled, but in a pleasant way.

"Beautiful... Just like... 'ow... you were, when you... were, younger, Jocelyn. I also 'eard... about ze boy? Ze... Angel boy... 'er own protecteur?"

Clary smiled at him, then instinct took over her as she bent down and pecked the sweet old man on the cheek.

Antoine managed to laugh. "Exactly, just like you, Jocelyn."

Maryse beckoned her adopted son closer as Antoine continued his slow chit chat with Clary. "'ow old...?"

"Seventeen, sir." Clary smiled.

He let out a throaty laugh. "Vhere iz your.. ze... othzer Angel? Ze... one wiz ze goldzen 'air?"

Jace stepped up next to Clary, lacing his fingers with hers. He looked at the old man with a weird look on his face.

He wasn't used to seeing Shadowhunters so old and peaceful. And he wasn't used to see an old man dying. Clary squeezed his hand.

Antoine somehow managed to let out a chuckle. "I zee... you two... 'ave foundza way... around? I 'ave been 'earing... many.... stories... about you... am... 'onoured... to 'ave two Angels seeing... my vay, to death..."

He grinned at Jace.

Jace managed a smile.

"You are strong... boy. She will... not... leave your side... do... not vorry... even a dying old man... like me... can see... she loves you... as much as you... do."

Jace grinned. "I don't know you, but I like you."

Antoine grinned. "'onoured, Jace... - he cracked his dying brain for a surname.

"Lightwood."

"Jace... Lightvood..." the bald man nodded. "Vhere are ze other Lightvood children, … Maryse?"

Izzy and Alec showed themselves. Leroy followed, watching his grandfather silently.

Unlike the red head and her 'protector', Antoine didn't chat with them much. Only smiled at Alec and Izzy, nodding with a knowing smile pasted on.

"You... my boy... you brought zem 'ere... Merci, young Leroy."

The French boy smiled beside his mother.

"It... iz... rathzer late... non?"

"2 a.m."

"Vhy zon't you people rest? I'll speak with you... later..."

Everyone nodded. Clary and Jace walked out of the room, followed slowly by Isabelle, Simon and Alec.

Magnus wasn't with them.

"Hey, he's lived for 600 years. I'm not surprised he knew that guy." Alec said, catching Isabelle's eye.

She nodded. "He probably wants to spend more time with him. Everyone else wants to..."

"He's not that bad, really... I expected worse."

"What did you expect, really?" Jace asked. Joining the sibling's conversation suddenly.

The duo looked puzzled."I.. don't know." said Alec after a minute or two.

"Exactly." Jace was still feeling a bit weird. He was fine whenever he met an old Mundane on a subway. But an old Nephillim? A dying old Nephillim? He glance at Clary.

She looked tired and sad, but other than that, there was nothing else. He nudged her with his elbow.

"Hmm?"

"You okay?"

She nodded, still looking down.

They made their way back to where Magnus oh-so-gently dumped their bags. Everyone collected their luggage, all but one.

"I told you not to bring so many clothes!" Alec chidded.

Isabelle just stared at her two bags, then gazed at Simon.

"What?"

"Well...?"

"What?" Simon was clueless.

"You're a bloody vampire that can step out in the sun! You can carry two bags."

"They're hippos!"

"What's bothering you?" Clary asked softly.

His eyes were unreadable as Clary sat right opposite him, legs crossed. He was gazing at her weirdly, his muscles tense.

She changed out of her clothes and into a pair of boy shorts and one of Jace's tee shirts she managed to sneak out with her. Jace changed too, but unlike Clary, he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He didn't answer her, just shook his head.

She crawled closer to him, laying a soft hand on his shoulder. "Tell me, please?"

He shook his head again, this time looking like a small boy who didn't want to give up his stolen cookie.

Her other hand made it's way up to his cheek, stroking the high cheekbones of his. "It's okay, Jace. You can trust me."

Jace's eyes were closed when she slowly massaged his tensed muscles. She placed kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his jaw, his neck... everywhere. But she ignored his waiting lips.

Both of her hands were everywhere, working on his muscles. He could feel himself submitting from her touch. "Relax, Jace. Everything's alright."

He did as she said, and relaxed. She could snese him erasing all the confusing thoughts he kept to himself when he reached up to pull her face to his.

He kissed her. And it felt like they were sharing their first kiss together once more.

He kissed her slowly and closed his eyes. Jace sighed when Clary brought her hands back up into his hair, tugging on his golden curls lightly. Clary felt his own hands wandering around her body, pulling her closer to him.

He was positioned in between her legs, kneeling. Even then, Clary was still a head shorter than him. She lowered her hands to his neck, playing with his hair there. It was softest there, and silky under her touch.

Jace pulled back, only to peck her lips once more, and then twice...

He didn't like admitting it, Clary knew, but just by looking at him, it was obvious he was a little worn out from the 'activities' they did the whole day. Including portaling themselves to France and avoiding getting thumped on the head by Magnus's floating 'hippos'.

They stopped kissing each other, content with just gazing into each other's eyes. Both were tired, and it was already close to three in the morning.

"We should probably..." Clary started, but she got lost in his eyes once more, unable to finish her sentence.

He nodded. "Yeah... I'll see you in the morning."

He gave her one last peck on the lips and watched her close the door as she headed to the room she shared with Isabelle.

He was supposed to share a room with Alec, but angel knew where he was right now.

He rolled his eyes and let his head fall into the pillows.

Jace willed himself not to think about the dying old man, and closed his eyes.

Just one more night, and he wouldn't be spending his nights alone.

It's extra long, this chapter. Haha. Well, I'm working on some other stuff, and if you've read 'Supermodel Much?' I'll have you know that there will absolutely be more chapter's comin up. Though, i'm not sure if I should have some lemon's for that one.

Has anyone been to Malaysia before? Oh, my God, they have the best food EVER! Visited some relatives of mine there (I'm part Asian, so I celebrate Chinese New Year) and goddd the food is awesome.

But Dayum, it's hot.

Anyway, Next up, will be sightseeing round Paris and AFTER THAT, Jace's proposal. ;)