City of Time

A Day With Isabelle

AN: CLARY AND ISABELLE ARE PARABATI

ONE YEAR LATER

CLARY POV

I yawned, as I rolled over. I felt for Jace's warmth beside me. When I didn't feel anything I opened my eyes. Jace wasn't next to me. Where was he.

"Jace?" I croaked, sitting up.

I waited for an answer. When there was none I rolled out of bed and walked to my closer to get dressed. After throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt, I headed downstairs, and began making my way towards the kitchen.

"You're finally awake," a voice said when I was about half way down the hall.

"HOLY MOTHER OF THE ANGEL!" I screamed, as I caught a glimpse of Isabelle, and backed into the wall.

"You know, I don't think the Angel had a mother," Isabelle mused.

"What the hell are you doing here, Isabelle?" I panted, trying to catch my breath.

"I don't know," she admitted," I thought that we could go shopping, or something."

"Let me get this straight," I choked, still in shock," You broke into my house to see if I wanted to shopping."

"I have a house key. You gave it to me yourself," she gasped, seemingly shocked by my accusations.

"Isabelle, I wouldn't care if you had the freaking house deed. You can't just show up here like this."

"Well, I'm sorry if I wanted to go shopping with the best girl friend I have," she whined," It's not like Simon will go with me."

"Okay," I said," Now you're just trying to make me guilty."

"Maybe," she smirked, shifting her eyes to the floor, in attempt to hide her smile.

"God, you are so manipulative," I muttered.

"I know. Does that mean you're saying yes?" she smiled.

It was true though. Isabelle was so good at manipulating peoples that she had gotten the Silent Brothers to admit that there was a cure for vampirism. To top it all off, she had gotten them to cure Simon, and let him ascend, which showed her brilliance, since Ascension had been outlawed for at least a hundred years. In all honesty, I think the only reason they agreed was because they didn't want to see Robert Lightwood's family line end.

"Fine," I breathed.

"Yay!" she exclaimed.

"But first, breakfast."

"Already taken care of," she beamed," I've got some coffee and muffins waiting for you back in New York. All you have to do is change, and then we can portal over."

"Do I have to?" I asked.

I watched as Isabelle raised her eyebrows. If I had said so much as another word of protest manipulative Izzy would have come out. Isabelle was certainly running things. Even the thought  that Mayrse had been afraid that Isabelle would have been stuck in the kitchen if she had been taught to cook was laughable.

"You're right," I sighed," Do you want to help me?"

"Of course!" Isabelle squealed.

"Oh, joy," I thought to myself," This will be fun."

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