Hello everyone! It's ninjanervana here. This is my first Mortal Instruments fanfic so I hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to leave a comment of what you'd like to see during Clary's week home alone; I'll try to update the story pretty regularly. Happy reading!

-Ninjanervana

"We'll only be at the farm for a week," Jocelyn said, glancing over at Clary as she hurried around Luke's living room, gathering up last minute items. The afternoon sun shone brightly through the front windows of Luke's shop, brightening the crowded space.

The living room, like always, looked like a tornado had blown through it. On a good day, Luke's living room was a bit of a mess, books littering every available flat surface; now that Clary and her mother had unofficially moved in, it was almost constantly a disaster. If something was lost in the room, it was probably lost for good. Or at least for the next three days. Luke had taken it all with the patience of a saint, happy to have the two women staying with him. If he could tolerate the chaos of being the head of a werewolf pack, handling Clary and Jocelyn were easy; he already had years of practice.

"I know, Mom; you've said it four times in the past hour," Clary replied with an eye roll, setting down the manga she was reading. At this point she wasn't sure if her mom was trying to reassure her or herself. She wasn't the same girl she had been when the Shadowhunter world had first come into her life, filled with amazing and horrible impossible things, but her mother was still getting used to the new Clary.

"She'll be fine," Luke called out as he carried one of the bags out to his pickup truck. "Clary's a smart kid; she can take care of herself."

Jocelyn's brow wrinkled with worry as she turned to look at Clary and Simon lounging on the couch, running her hand through her red hair. She looked like the same woman she had always known, clad in paint splattered overalls and sneakers. Utterly normal. The faint white scars that covered her bare arms caught Clary's attention for a moment, reminding her that things had definitely changed, before she looked back at her mother's face. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us? We'd love for you to join us," Jocelyn offered. "I know you love the farm."

"Join you and Luke on your romantic vacation? Thanks but no thanks," she replied dryly. "I'll be fine here. I've got takeout places on speed dial and I know how to dial 911 if there's an emergency. I won't even open the door for strangers." Though after the past few months, Clary didn't think there was any emergency she wouldn't be able to handle. After surviving various demon attacks and a goddamn war, she was sure she could handle an empty house for a week. It was such a normal, mundane situation to be in; she was looking forward to it. A week of Chinese takeout, movies and manga. And of course Shadowhunter training.

Simon nodded in agreement, not bothering to look up from his DS as he tapped at the screen. "I'll be around a lot too just to make sure she doesn't burn down the house," he commented, earning an elbow to the ribs. "Mom will probably send over food for her. She always thinks everyone's dying of starvation."

"Jocelyn, we need to get going if we're going to avoid traffic," Luke said as he came back inside, resting his hand on her shoulder. "We were supposed to leave two hours ago." Clary smiled as she watched her mother lean back into Luke's touch. It had taken them long enough to get their act together. Right now what the two of them needed was some alone time and that meant a week at the farm doing some wedding planning. "Everything will be fine for a week."

Jocelyn nodded, sighing quietly. She crossed the room, bending down to kiss Clary's cheek. "I'm just a phone call away if you need me," she said. "We'll come straight home."

"Don't you dare," Clary replied as she hugged her mother before getting up to give Luke a quick hug. She didn't bother reminding her mother that the phone signal at the farm was worse than the subway. "If there's an emergency I can always go to the Institute. I'll be safe, don't worry."

Luke kissed Clary's forehead lightly before taking Jocelyn's hand in his. "We'll see you in a week then. Try not to get into too much trouble."

"No promises," Clary laughed as she followed her mother and Luke to the front door, waving at them as they climbed into Luke's pickup truck. "Have fun."

Simon stood in the doorway next to her, waving as the pickup truck backed out of the driveway and headed down the road. "Well not too much fun," he commented. "I don't think any of us would survive another of your siblings."

Clary groaned, pushing his shoulder gently. "Don't even go there. Come on, let's go get some lunch; I'm starved."