Sorry it's taken so long to update, but I have finally. Here is the epilogue, the last chapter, the grand finale. Enjoy xx

Clary

"I'm going to join a play."

Jace's head springs up, eyes wide and jaw dropped, revealing the unpleasant site of half chewed spaghetti.

I scrunch my nose distastefully, averting my eyes from the mess. "Close your mouth Jace."

He doesn't, instead, he gulps a few times - and how he does it with his mouth open I have no idea - and then start to splutter and choke.

"What?" He still makes gagging noises. "Jace, what?"

He stops, for a split second and then manages to speak in between wheezes. "You, in a play, you can't even act."

"How supportive of you," I retort dryly, narrowing my eyes at him.

His hands, one still holding his fork, hurriedly lift up making motion to say that he hadn't meant to offend me. Instead though, his food flicks of his utensil and lands all over the floor and walls. A stray chunk of meat lands on my shirt, staining the white material red.

Jace's face grows white and he grabs one of the clothes to try and rub the food away.

"Ew, Jace, get off." He keeps rubbing at a once would have been easy to remove stain was quickly becoming rubbed into my favourite top. "Jace, stop with the fucking cleaning."

The realisation of what he has done dawns on him all at once and he sits back, probably trying to find a chair but since the last time Magnus came round he had stolen it at Jace's 'take a seat' there wasn't one, and he promptly lands on the bone, enticing a loud screech from him. "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh my God. Stop the pain Clary."

I close my eyes and rub my temples for a few brief seconds before bending down to trying and lift him up to his feet. He remains on the floor, nursing his aching bum and refusing to help-in any way- to get him out of his situation sitting in a pile of sauce and spaghetti.

"When did you put on so much weight?"

He stops gasping suddenly, turning red, watery eyes on me. "I'll have you know this is all muscle."

"You never go out the house Jace."

"So?"

I sigh again. This is a lot harder than expected.

"Just get up," I moan, tugging on his arm.

"I think I've broken my bum."

"You can't break your bum, Jace."

"You're no doctor!" He then resumes moaning and groaning, complaining about his 'broken bum' and how he was never going to be able to surf again. He's never surfed in his life.

"Will you love a cripple, Clary?"

"Jace you're not going to be crippled. Now quit moaning and get up, Izzy's gonna kick your ass when she sees the kitchen."

With that he springs up, dusting off his behind. "Would you look at that? I'm healed."

I can't help but laugh at him, and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling myself close to his chest. "Is your butt okay?" I ask him, nuzzling my nose into his chest.

I feel his hands on my lower back and the vibrations in his chest as he speaks. "No."

I slip my hands into the back pockets of his jeans and squeeze gently. "What about now?"

"I take it back," he murmurs. "You must be a doctor. You have the magic touch."

"Do I?" I reply, and reach up on my toes to touch my lips to his.

Our lips barley brush together when Jace speaks. "Sorry to ruin the moment, but we have to clean the kitchen."

We? I scoff and pull away slightly. "What do you mean 'we'? It's your mess." I pat him on the chest twice before making my way around him and out of the kitchen.

I hear Jace sputtering behind me as he tries to come up with something, but all he comes out with is: "But that's not fair!"

"Izzy will be home soon," is my only reply as I walk out of the messy kitchen and into the living room.

I don't hear him sneak up behind me, so when his strong atoms wrap around my stomach and lift me into the air a small scream escapes me, soon to turn into laughter. Jace spins me around once but doesn't set me down. I am about to ask what he is doing when his lips press down on me from behind, silencing any words thinking to escape.

"I thought we were a team?" His whispers into my ear, his breath stirring my hair.

"We are." My voice wavers from his proximity and my eyes flutter closed.

"So we go down together."

"That's not fair!" I wiggle in his arms but his grip never falters. "It's your mess!"

"A mess that you made me create. Are you really going to be in a play?"

I sigh. Why does no one believe me when I tell them things like this? "Yes. Well, not directly."

"What does that mean?" Jace walks over to the couch, still carrying me, and sits down so I am on his lap.

"It means that I'm not actually going to be acting, just painting the sets for it. Izzy asked me too for her drama group. I would have told you if you didn't go and spit food all over me."

"Sorry about that. And sorry for laughing too, babe. You'd be a brilliant actress."

"I'm going to be the next Audrey Hepburn," I deadpan. "What made you think I would actually volunteer to be in a play? Acting."

I feel Jace shrug. "You're full of surprises."

I tilt my head back to look up at him and grin. "Like that time that I was your sister?"

He lowers his eyebrows. "We agreed never to talk about that. That was a dark time that I'd rather forget about."

"Amen to that."

The door opens and the familiar click of Izzy's heels sounds down the hallway, into the kitchen, and then-

"What the hell happened in here?!"

She storms into the living room, a deadly glare in her eyes as she looks at the two of us.

Jace and I glance at each other, but before he has time to respond I quickly peck him on the lips and jump up.

"It was Jace," I say quickly before running out past Izzy, giggling like a little girl, and into Jace's room.

Sorry for the lame ending, I just completely lacked inspiration for this, my mind has been on another story lately. And one last thing, thank you too If I Could I Wouldn't for helping me with this chapter! And thanks to everyone who has read my story, I love you all! Xxx

One last time, review? x