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Okay, I adored City of Glass, but I couldn't help but wish that we could see a glimpse into the future just a bit. I kept thinking about how everyone turned out and so I wrote down how I hope things go. I am not a writer by any means, I have never done anything like this, but I had fun, and I hope you enjoy it.
Oh, not my characters, borrowed from Cassandra Clare...

Epilogue Part 1...

There was an annoying itch on the back of Clary's neck, no doubt from the cheaply made shirt with its behemoth monster of a tag. It was grating on her skin and she desperately wanted to rip it off. Afraid of damaging the shirt, she resisted the urge. It was an early birthday present, compliments of her best friend Simon. She had found it the previous morning, lying on the porch of Luke's small row house. She laughed out loud when she opened the package to find a black t-shirt with the heading, YOU NEVER FORGET YOUR FIRST, under which was a picture of a pre-historic Nintendo game controller. That was her Simon, always a gamer at heart, despite not actually having a heart. She was missing him. He had left two weeks ago to attend college at the famous MIT with the lovely werewolf Maia. He was determined to put his skills as both a gamer and a vampire, to monetary use by creating the ultimate Dungeons and Dragons. Clary was glad that he was managing to embrace the recent challenges they had all faced, for a higher purpose, even if that higher purpose involved a DS. She was just about to leave for the institute when she heard a knock on the door. It was Isabel, holding a large pink box in front of her, standing on the wipe your paws mat, which of course, was an inside joke.

"Happy 18th Birthday Clary! Welcome to adulthood," Isabel beamed.
"Thanks Izzy, you didn't have to-
"Don't be ridiculous, we're practically sisters, besides, it's not just for you, it's for Jace."
"Jace," I squeaked, suddenly nervous. Isabel had a mischievous look in her eyes, despite the innocent smile.
Isabel let out an exasperated smile, "Just open it, you'll see."
I turned to the door, walked to the over used and badly faded couch and sat. I was both compelled and terrified to open the box. Isabel had exquisite taste, but she was also eccentric, and the Angel only knows what her idea of a present for Jace would entail. I have grown to love Isabel as my own sister, but I still wasn't comfortable discussing certain topics or articles of clothing. Isabel let out another sigh. Slowly, I glided my hands beneath the pretty pink wrapping paper, pulling up the tape. As I laid the paper aside, and looked at the box, a flood of relief washed over me. It was a black box, with a designer label, Gucci. A smile played at the corner of my lips, Isabel laughed.
"Got you, I knew you were worried, I can't imagine why," she teased.
A blush rose to my cheeks as I laughed and turned my attention back to the box. I lifted the lid and gasped. "Isabel, it's beautiful, I don't know what to say, thank you!"
A satisfied smile stretch across her face, "I knew you would like it, I thought you could wear it tonight."
I was speechless. In my hands was the most perfectly beautiful little black dress I had ever seen. It was strapless, with a cinched waste. The satin fabric flared at the waist and tapered at the hem. It wasn't like anything I had even owned or worn, but it had Jace written all over it.
"Jace will love it," Isabel declared, as if she has somehow read my mind.
"I'm sure you're right," I smiled, looking up at her.
"You know Clary, I'm so glad that you have finally decided to utilize your feminine whiles, I was beginning to worry about you."
"I learned form the best."
"You did at that," she laughed.
It was sometimes hard for me to remember there was ever a time when I didn't like Isabel. When Jace had first brought me to the institute, I had an overwhelming suspicion that neither Isabel nor Alec had liked me and because of that, I didn't think that I liked them, although jealousy might have played a part in that as well. Isabel was strikingly beautiful and full of life. She had the looks an angel and the vitality of, well; I don't think anything or anyone could rival her. She was both invigorating and exhausting to be around, her flamboyant whims guaranteed an entertaining time, but her flamboyant actions were often dizzying. I nearly died of shock when she told me she was in love and that this was the one. Three months after we arrived back from Itiris, an Irish shadowhunter has shown up at the Institute in need of room and board. He was tall, 6'4, and muscular, with dark hair that fell into his eyes, and blazing green eyes. He reminded me of the actor from 300. His name was Gabriel Ackhart, and he and Izzy rarely left each other's sides from the moment they met. Simon had been shocked, although relieved with just a hint of something else, fear maybe.
"Well, I suppose I'm going to have to shake his hand," Simon sighed.
Confused I asked, "Why do you have to shake his hand?"
"I recall saying that if I ever met anyone who could tame Izzy, I would shake his hand."
"Or run away," I offered.
"Clary, I'm a bada%$, we don't run away, but I suppose I could just nod."

Part 2... Again, not my characters, they belong to Cassandra Clare....

"Clary, are you listening to me? I swear, I don't know how Jace stands it when you drift off into lala land like that," Isabel seethed.
I shot her a quick look, "Well, maybe you should ask him."
"I did and the answer was almost as annoying as your doing it."
"You did," I asked, surprised. "What did he say?"
"He said, why would it bother me? I know she takes me with her," Isabel mimed, rolling her eyes." I hate it when he gets all emotional; he was always my cynical touchstone. But enough chat, we have to get you ready, he will be here in an hour, and we've got to make you stunning."
"Okay, but I want to leave my hair down, Jace likes it down," I glared at her, just to prove I was serious.
"Clary, trust me, you will be breath taking, I'm sure you could use the reprieve."
I laughed, "Alright, and Isabel, thank you."
"Anytime, that's what sisters are for," she smiled as she pushed me toward the room.

***
What time are you picking up Clary," a familiar voice asked. I glanced across the room to see Alec leaning against the door frame. It had been nearly a month since I saw him last, he had been on official Clave business in Madrid, and had spent the last week holed up with Magnus upon his return.
"Finally decide to break away from your man? I was afraid he had turned you into a hamster."
"Very funny Jace," Alec scowled.
"Sure it's funny now, but how would I explain to the nurses in the E.R. how you had transformed yourself into a rodent and -
"You know Magnus would never turn me into a hamster, he prefers cats" a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.
"Did you just make a joke? I don't think you've ever done that before, I'm impressed, I thought you would be mad. Apparently love really does make you gay, well, in your case at least."
"Normally this would be about the time I'd beat your a#$, but seeing as I know you become more of a b@st@rd when you're nervous, I'll let it slide."
I was tempted to provide another sarcastic remark, but I thought better of it.
"I'm meeting her at seven and I'm not nervous. I've been waiting for her my whole life."
He looked surprised. Despite knowing me for over a decade, Clary still knew me best. I suppose old habits die hard, or rather, Alec thought old habits die hard. He knew I loved Clary, but I don't think he quit understood the extent.
"And I thought I was going to have to be your whipping post," he laughed. An Alec that laughed and joked still took some getting used to, I suppose the same held true for me and my feelings for Clary.
"Not as such, but I'm sure Magnus would be happy to oblige, rather, he would like to whip you while you are tied to a post."
"Some things never change, I'm glad." He was looking at the floor, I stared at him as I turned pulled on my shirt. "Listen, I just came by to make sure you were still breathing, but you obviously have that under control. So I just wanted to tell you that I'm happy for you. I like Clary and she's good for you. Not that you weren't good before, he fumbled, but well, she just brings out the goodness in you." He looked up, meeting my eyes.
I almost didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to say.
"Thank you. I feel the same way, about you and Magnus I mean." I was choking up a bit, I might be a changed man, but Clary was the center of my sentiment, being with her was as natural as breathing. But this was harder. "I'm glad you have him, especially given all his help this last week," I smiled, proud that I hadn't ruined the moment with my usual snyd remarks.
Alec looked flushed, surprised, and something else, pleased, with a hint of pride, "Well, I'll see you at the restaurant."

part 3 of my epilogue to City of Glass. Again, I'm not a writer, but this is just so freakin fun!
Oh, not my characters, they were created by Cassandra Clare, I just borrowed them to spin my own little tale cause I'm a fangurl, lol...

Part 2...
An hour later, I was standing in front of the mirror, astounded by the vision that was reflecting back. I had been completely transformed and yet, I still looked like myself. My hair hung in a loose sideways pony-tail, curls spilling freely over my right shoulder. Black mascara and eyeliner made my eyes appear like luminous shinning emeralds and slightly exotic to boot. Soft rose blush colored my cheeks and shinning pink gloss moistened my lips. The dress was stunning, fitting my body like a second skin. It gave the illusion of curvature, which was quite a feat. I felt naked, vulnerable, yet powerful. I couldn't help but smile. I turned as a sound knocked at my door. Jace, my mind sang. I reached for the door, heart pounding in nervous excitement, turned the knob, and there he was. I gasped. My mind could never fully depict his unique good looks, the planes of his face, the color of his eyes, the hard line of his mouth, which was at the moment, smiling in a devastating grin. I was always astounded and slightly miffed that he could appear pefectly sexy even after fighting a demon horde, covered in sweat, dirt, grime and blood, but the Jace that stood before me was a Jace I had never seen. I was expecting his usual jeans and sweater ensemble, but tonight he was wearing a tailor made steel gray button down shirt, fitted black pants, and black dress shoes. My favorite black leather cuff, that I had made for him, adorned his left wrist. When I finally gained my composure, I spoke.
"You look stunningly attractive," I teased. I was expecting to receive a sarcastic retort that he was so fond of delivering, something like, "aren't I always," or "did you expect anything less," but no such luck. He was still looking at me, drinking in my appearance as his eyes drifted and lingered over various parts of my body. That look shot fire through my veins, I'm sure my cheeks were flooded with color. He seemed to be at an unusual loss for words, Isabel had done well, and he certainly appeared breathless. Finally he looked deeply and longingly into my eyes. Somehow, after nearly two years together, he still looks at me as though I was a gift from the heaves. He often refers to me as his personal angel and has unswerving faith in me, a faith that I often don't have in myself. And yet, behind the look of love, passion and faith is a hint of something I can't fully describe. A rumbling just to the back, an unsettled desperation, as though he can't believe his good fortune and is terrified will disappear. I wish there were a way that I could squelch those terrified emotions, but I suppose only time will still the feelings, although, there are some experiences that are never forgotten or the lingering feelings they imprint on our hearts. At last his words seemed to have arrived.
"I was going to say you look beautiful, but that doesn't seem adequate, you always do. I think my heart might have stopped, he smiled, I suppose breathtaking will do, although even that doesn't do you justice," he was driveling; his usual eloquence had left him. He leaned in and very gently kissed my lips, hands lightly cupping my face, fingers tracing the lobes of my ears, and then stood back, offering me his arm. "Shall we?" Eagerly, I took it and felt a quiet stillness flow through me. I didn't even know I was on edge until I touched him. In a way I could never comprehend, he could bring a gentle stillness to my mind and fire to my heart; it was an impossible feeling to describe. He was smiling down at me as I looked into his eyes. I returned his smile as we walked out of the house and into the twilight.

Part 4, not my characters, belong to Cassandra Clare, you know the drill...

Ten minuets later our cab arrived at a familiar cathedral. I no longer had to struggle to see beneath the glamour, but my blocked memories had remained lost. I looked at Jace questioningly, "The Institute?"
Jace smiled his mischievous grin that I had come to love best and replied, "I'm surprised you have to ask. I suppose I didn't make as big an impression as I thought," he mused.
I was still confused, "What are you-, and suddenly I understood. As we made our way inside the Institute, that had become my second home, I was transported in time to that first night I had spent with Jace in the greenhouse. It had been my birthday as well; it was also the night of our first kiss. My heart began to flutter as I remembered the fierce way he had embraced me, crashing his lips into mine. I suddenly felt cool fingers brush my cheek.
"Clary"
Flushed, I looked up at him and smiled and he returned a devastating one of his own. He was all golden. The light is his eyes radiated out of him.
"I do believe you're blushing," he joked. "I knew my kissing expertise couldn't be so easily forgotten." He was beaming.
I was about to reply when he placed his index finger on my lips, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Close you eyes."
I closed them. You don't refuse your own personal gift from heaven, well, unless they're wrong. He slid his hand down my neck, fingers lingering on my collar bones, down my shoulder, and laced his fingers through my own. Silently I followed him, focusing only on the feel of his hand and the sound of our breathing. I placed a tentative step at the foot of the stairs and heard him chuckle. A moment later, I was lifted into his arms, and whisked up the stairs. He set me down on the cool stone floor and took my hand, pulling me forward across the tiles. I was assaulted by a variety of intoxicating smells, plumeria, leaves, sweet pea, roses, jasmine, and oddly enough, vanilla. I could also feel a warm glow across my skin, that was unusual. It was always warm in the greenhouse, but this was something else. Silently we stopped. Jace, still holding my hand, maneuvered his fingers so that he could stand behind me. I could feel the heat of him as his body brushed against my own. His heart was beating against my shoulder blades. I felt his knees beside my thighs, and his breath in my ears as he whispered, "Open your eyes Clary."

Part 5. Not my characters, they belong to Cassie Clare and all that other good stuff....

My eyes fluttered open, not sure what to focus on first. I heard my intake of breath as I drank in the scene before me. The greenhouse had been completely transformed. White lights were strung through the rafters, candelabras lined the stone pathways. Tea lights hung from the dogwood tree branches. Directly in front of where Jace and I stood, was a table covered in ice blue linens and the most beautiful Birthday cake I had ever seen with eighteen candles lit in the shape of a heart. I couldn’t help it, tears rose to my eyes. I turned to Jace to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. He was looking down at me with a pleasure that, had I had words to form, would have been lost. His eyes blazed like gold fire. “Happy Birthday Clarissa Morgenstern, make a wish,� he whispered. I beamed. “Thank you, its, Jace its beautiful, but I wouldn’t know what to wish for. I have everything I want.� I was expecting an argument at this, but he seemed pleased, as if this was both the answer he was expecting and hoping for.
“Hmm, then perhaps you could lend me your wish?�
My face turned to a look of confusion. What was he up to? Before I could form a second thought, Jace took my hand and bent down on one knee. The look in his eyes and the smile on his face pierced my heart. The most serene feeling washed over me as he spoke in a voice that was so strong, so sure and yet tender.
“Clary, from the moment I first saw you, you’ve been my home. In spite of everything we’ve been through, you were always my safe haven, you give me a quiet mind, and I love you. I love you more with every breath and I will love you endlessly. I’ll give you everything Clary, all that I am or will ever be. My every dream and every wish are wrapped up in you. I’m asking you, be my life. Will you marry me?� For a moment longer, my words remained stranded on the island of lost thoughts; tears of happiness were streaming down my face. “Yes.� As soon as the word was out of my mouth, he was kissing me and he was everywhere. My every thought, feeling, sense was Jace. Unfortunately, breathing is a necessity and we were forced to break apart. He was absolutely radiant. At that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black velvet box and placed it in my hands. All I could do was stare at the box; I quickly glanced up at him with a shy smile and was again rendered breathless. He looked at me with the joy of a child in toy shop. His smile was blinding and his eyes seemingly smoldered. I turned my attention back to the box, unable to contain my curiosity. With slightly shaky fingers, I lifted the lid of the box and gasped. I had never seen anything like it. It was such a beautiful ring cut into the shape of a star, sitting atop an intricately detailed silver band. Sapphires trailed the diamond, making it appear like a shooting star. “Do you like it?�
“Do I like it? Of course I like it, I love it. Jace it’s beautiful.� He reached down, plucked the box from my hand, and pulled the ring from its resting place. Then, very gently, he pushed the ring onto my left ring finger. It was a perfect fit. The next thing I know, I was kissing him. I couldn’t not kiss him. I had never been so happy in all my eighteen years.
I broke the kiss the kiss, but insisted on keeping my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping my new birthday present in view. “How did you find such and unusual ring, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before?�
“Well, I can’t take all of the credit.�
“What do you mean?�
“There is no one in the world like you, and I wanted a ring that was completely yours, like no one else’s. But despite the fact that I’m nearly perfect in everyway, drawing has never been my strong suite. So, I asked your mother.�
“You asked my mom?�
“Of course, she loves you almost as much as I do and I was already going to ask for your hand, it seemed only fitting.� He said this as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. I was just reeling from the thought of a Jace that asked for permission to do anything.
“I can’t believe you asked permission, it’s not like you,� I smiled.
“I wanted to. I knew it would be important to you and to be honest, it was important to me as well.�
“What would you have done if she said no?�
He laughed, “I would have asked anyway. From that first night I laid beside you, I dreamed of what it would be like to sleep next to you every night. I wanted it so bad I could taste it. And every day since the day I found out you weren’t my sister, has lead me here, to this moment, to this dream.�
“But you already have me, and you practically spend every night with me as it is.� I was teasing him.
He smiled that mischievous smile I love best. “I know, and about that. Once we’re married, we are going to have to devise a new plan to keep things forbidden.�
“We are?�
“We are, but don’t worry, I have a few ideas.�
“Well, I guess you are just going to have to show me.�

Part 6 of the fan fic...
As always, these are not my characters, I have borrowed them from Cassandra Clare, so on and so forth...


Jace laughed as he twisted his fingers in my hair, trailing my spine, circling my waist. "It would be my pleasure to show you," he said, as he brushed his lips against mine. "And yours too I bet, but there is somewhere we have to be and we are already running late."
I let out a sigh. I was hoping for a tutorial. I loved Jace's tutorials. He was an excellent teacher. "Well, I suppose I can give you a rain check. But there is something I want to tell you before we go."
"Is everything alright?"
"Everything is perfect." I didn't even know where to begin, Jace was so much better at this than I was, but as I looked into his eyes, there was no way I wouldn't at least try to find the words. "Better than perfect, it's just that there is something that I have been meaning to say, something that I suspect you already know, but I just couldn't go without saying the words out loud. I've always had trouble with expressing my thoughts through words so I suppose that is why I love you more than any word can say and I do love you Jace, more than anyone, more than anything. I know I space out sometimes, I always have, but ever since the first night I saw you, I've always taken you with me. You are in every thought I have and you always will be. I'll love you till there are no thoughts left." There I did it. It felt so good to say it. Why did that seem so difficult?
Before I could say anything else, he lips were on me, his tongue tasting mine. I began moving backwards until my back was pressed up against the glass wall. Jace's hands were at my waist, then my sides, his thumb tracing the underside of my breasts. He maneuvered his knee between my thighs as I twined my fingers in his hair. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, taste the saltiness of his mouth, hear the sound of his breathing. A frustrated groan escaped from him.
"You just told me everything I've always wanted to hear, and now all I want is to show you everything I've ever wanted to do. Curse the day I let Magnus talk me into throwing a party. I prefer parties for two." I gasped at that. I would love to be shown, but maybe not here, especially if there were people waiting on us. I wouldn't want to be interrupted and there would be no way to deny what we were doing, especially with a blush on my cheeks as obvious as I knew the one I had right now. Hmm.
"You and Magnus are throwing me a party? I've never had a birthday party before." I couldn't keep from smiling, first at the idea of a party, but second at the image of Jace working with Magnus. I began giggling.

WOW, not too shabby for your first try! Loved it!

me too!!
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Thank you for the compliments ladies. Its so much fun to write this!!!

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It is really good, don't stop, I would like to know where your story goes.

Thank you for the kind post Tressa and Rachael. I'm planning on posting more of the fanfic sometime within the next day or two. Glad you are enjoying it!

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hey that was real good but I got confused because you go from third person to first person and then its almost like the POV changes but its a good theory and awesome for a first try!!
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I actually forgot all about writing this, lol. I should get on it, I just have to figure out where I want it to go. My mind was entering the gutter during that last bit.

u should continue it :)

Heather wrote: "I actually forgot all about writing this, lol. I should get on it, I just have to figure out where I want it to go. My mind was entering the gutter during that last bit."
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hey heather, make some more. but be consistent this time. i mean the POV changes, but overall, it was pretty good. i love the "proposal part" very cheesy for jace but it got me hooked. so make some, i want to know where is this going. it's interesting. :)

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That actually wasnt too bad. I loved it!