A/N: Hey there, my children! Satisfied with this story? Ok? Great. Read on!

Clary: WAIT A SECOND...This person does not own me, Jace, or any MI characters.

Jace: Damn right. They belong to Cassandra Clare.

Clary: Damn right. XD

Jace POV:

I couldn't move. Clary was...crying. I was useless in this type of situation. Move, damn it! I ordered myself. Speak. Comfort. MOVE! Wasn't this messed up? I mean, she's my therapist, not the other way around. But she looked so fragile, even as she angrily wiped away the tears. Slowly, cautiously, I moved to sit by her on the couch.

"Clary?" I asked. The gentleness in my voice surprised me. She looked over with wide green eyes, mesmerizing.

"I'm fine." She croaked, trying to clear her throat. "Thanks." She gave me a watery smile.

"Uh, you're welcome," I was bewildered. "But I didn't do anything." Clary gave a little giggle, then her face turned serious.

"You didn't touch me. That accounts for something." Once more, she laughed at my face. I didn't say anything more, my mind reeling. "So, Goldenrod, talk. Speak. Say anything. This is your therapist session, you know." She grinned. I mentally shook my head and gave my signature grin a chance.

"Therapist is spelled like 'The Rapist', you know." At this she busted out laughing and I chuckled along with her. Once the giggled subsided, she looked over at her phone which was ringing on the table. The word FATHER flashed over and over again. I looked up to see her face contorted. Snatching the phone, she hit the END button. I gave her a questioning look but she just shook her head.

"OK, is your family home?" I nodded. "Get them over here."

"Now?" I growled. "I don't want to see them."

"You have to, Playboy." She grinned while I glared. "Now shoo. Gather." Reluctantly, I gathered my family members. Communicating mostly with grunts and hand gestures, I managed to summon Maryse and Robert, drag a puzzled Max and a pissed off Izzy into the room and subconsciously managed to whack Alec on the side of the head. Glaring at me, he followed the others. I seated myself in the leather armchair, far from the rest of them, in the corner. I closed my eyes, sure of the conflict that would come. The blames, the yelling, the tears, the room filled with the stench of disappointment.

"Hello!" I opened my eyes to see Clary place an academy award winning smile on her pixie face. It looked damn good, too. "I'm Clary, Jace's therapist. So nice to meet you all!" Just like that, the insane tension diffused as if it was never there. Maryse and Robert, grinning and cooing over her like fools, shook hands and relaxed on the couch.

"Hey," Max gave her his best little boy smile. "I'm Max! I'm Jace's little brother." Clary gave him a soft smile.

"Hi, Max." She surprised us all and gave him a hug. Max hates hugs. Only this time...he didn't. He even hugged back. "It's nice to meet you, kid."

"You too, Clare Bear." He bounced up and down earnestly. "Can I call you that?" She laughed, a soft, tinkling sound that kind of turned me on. Are you fucking kidding me? You are—were in love with Kaelie. No way in hell are you gonna get back on track that easily. You owe it to her to not fall in love with someone else. You owe her. I momentarily pushed aside the mental conflict, the pain pounding in the place where my heart was supposed to be. Only it wasn't there. It was on the blade of the knife that took it.

I can't fall in love.

I can't risk even a fling.

Because flings lead to relationships.

Relationships lead to seriousness.

And that

Leads to

Falling

In

Love.

Uh, so no. Forcefully, I brought myself back into the present state of mind.

"Aw, sure." Clary gave him a soft grin. "I love it." He beamed at her and took his place besides his parents. Alec started to approach, but Isabelle wasn't going to be one-upped twice. Elbowing him in the side, she shoving him out of the way and flew to Clary, energetically enveloping her in a hug. I groaned and buried my head in my hands. Alec looked over, surprised.

"Did you seriously just face-palm?" He grinned. I flipped him off, but stopped short when Maryse gave me a pointed glare. Isabelle finally pulled back from what seemed to be a hug that lasted a full minute; I barely held back from a lesbian retort.

"I'm Isabelle!" She gave Clary a big grin. To my surprise, Clary gave her a real, full-blown grin in return. Isabelle continued. "I'm the blonde's brother, call me Izzy. You look really young, sixteen? My age? I'm seventeen by the way. Oh em gee we should totally hang out soon-"

"My god, Izzy!" Alec groaned. "Now isn't the time to go into the squealing, chipmunk phase. Fuck off-" He looked at Robert, who was glaring at him, and subtly pointing to Max, checking himself. "Ahem. Flip off and let me introduce myself." Isabelle gave him a withering glare, which softened into a smile, looking back at Clary.

"Sorry," She said apologetically. "It seems being an asshole runs in the family." Under the glares of her parents, Izzy put her hands up in an innocent gesture. Clary laughed.

"Nice to meet you, Izzy." She smiled. "Sure thing, we can hang out sometime." That earned a winning smile from Isabelle. Alec grinned.

"Oh my gaaaaawd!" He squealed girlishly. "Let's get our nails done and talk about guys and our periods!" Isabelle glared, Robert and Maryse glared, Clary laughed, and I smirked.

"Nice to meet you," Clary said giggling. "Alec, right? Cool. I have a friend, Magnus Bane. He totally reminds me of you." She broke off into laughter.

"Magnus Bane?" Alec questioned. "He kind of sounds familiar..." He took a seat mumbling something about glitter. I shook my head in disbelief. She had done it. Clary had completely won over my entire family in a matter of mere minutes.

"Great to meet you guys." She spoke seriously, a small smile on her face. "Since I'm going to be ...accompanying Jace, I suppose I will be seeing you all a lot. You're all important figures in Jace's life, people that matter most to him. We might have meetings like this, with the entire family, probably at least once or twice a month. Jace isn't a bad guy. He did what he had to do, to try and avenge the one he loved. So, on that note, may I please have a moment alone with him?" They nodded and all left. I turned to Clary, expectantly. To my surprise she flopped down on the couch and laughed.

"What?" I demanded. She was freaking me out a little...

"Can we refrain from me being a therapist for more than a half hour?" She asked. "It's freaking annoying when I have to play happy, responsible 'Yes your child is insane, but I am sane' kind of shrinks." She shrugged. "You seem sane. And cool enough to actually hang out with for the session of nothing. Maybe I could pull a few strings. Boss is...strict. Um, but anyways I bet I could get the order of your house arrest put to sleep."

"How, and who's your boss?" I asked. She looked insanely uncomfortable.

"He's my Dad."

A/N: I am so sorry, you guys probably think I'm dead! I started this, then I have school and sports yeah. Sucks. Alright, I have an Idea of where I want this to go, so hold on tight! Ups downs, and really bad crashes coming up. Bye guys!