Summary: When a female Shadowhunter turns 16, she must go to the Glass City and be in The Matching. Where the Clave choose her future, her life and her husband without her choice. CLARY/JACE AU

A/N:Okay well, here is my go at a story like this. :) Jace and Clary will be a little out of character. I change somethings that involve the Glass City and so to fit the story. There will be a love-triangle. Simon/Clary/Jace :)

I do not will not own The Mortal Instruments. I just own my own characters and the plot.

I would like to thank my beta readers VampiressBeauty20 and The Quote Queen

Please read and review! :)

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The Matching

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Clary, your sixteenth birthday is within a few days and I expect you to behave." Valentine Morgenstern told his only daughter sternly. He wore his long, white hair back in a pony-tail. He had on a black tux and in one of his hands he held a wooden cane. Clary hissed when the back of his cane swiped at her back with each wrong move she made. She wore a dark emerald dress gown with a sweetheart neckline showing off her breasts. She stumbled; tripping on her feet, just when he hit her on the back again to straighten herself up. Clary was sure that the welts could now be seen on her back and all of them were now visible.

"Straighten up your spine, girl. You will not embarrass me." He warned her.

She trembled.

Her sixteenth birthday is coming fast, much to her displeasure. It was the day when she would be dragged to the heart of the Glass City for the Matching. The Clave would then decide on her husband-to-be within a few minutes comparing and examining her composure, personality and grace. The first parts of the Matching were simply show up and fill out a questionnaire. Since a few decades ago, the law changed, making it so only women to be matched. The Shadowhunters were slowly dying and being erased. They need to repopulate to survive. The second part was the ball room, in which she supposed to show her grace. Then the last was when she had to write her name in blood on a rune. That was all she knew. It was common knowledge and she knew there was something else. Everyone hid it from her.

Clary almost tripped again over her feet.

Valentine sighed, rubbing his face with the back of his hand.

"It's enough for today. I can't handle this much in such small time." He then turned on his heel, and left the Great Hall of the mansion leaving his daughter behind in pain and tears.

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When she had finally lain down to go to sleep, her eyes were red from crying. Why did she have to go through this? Her brother didn't. He wasn't even married and he was 21. Why was her father being so harsh on her? Why hadn't her mother stopped him? Her door creaked opened slowly, and softly. She saw a small shadow over her head for a moment, but relaxed soon after finding out it was only her best friend Simon.

He was a mundane.

Her mother Jocelyn saved him from a werewolf attack just a few years ago that left him without a family. So she took him in as a servant. It was the only thing that she could do to keep him safe since mundanes weren't allowed freedom where they were. It was a surprise that Simon could see them well.

"Clary?" He whispered.

Her lips trembled and she almost wailed.

Simon closed her door and made his way to her bed where she laid. He sat the edge, his hand rubbing her head softly, in comfort.

"I heard what happened. Are you alright?" He asked her softly, and she forced a nod.

His hand went down the back of her neck till she froze before twitching.

Simon pulled his hand back.

"By the angel, Clary you're bleeding."

She didn't reply.

"Turn over." He whispered the command softly, and once again he treated her wounds for her. She cried and Simon let her.

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When Jace Wayland awoke from his sleep he felt a small fragile hand over his bare chest. He groaned remembering last night. He remembered how much he had to drink when his father announced that he was getting married soon; to someone neither of them knew.

He was of age. He supposed to be in the elite circles of the Shadowhunters or settling down reproducing the population. Since he was out of commission since the incident where a Greater Demon slammed into him with its claws, he needed time to heal, but sadly it was taking too long and his father took action into his own hands to save the family name.

The unknown girl beside him stirred, and he knew that she was waking up soon. This girl sleeping in his arms; he didn't even know her name. He didn't even know her. It was just a one-night deal. Her name was Beth something, he couldn't remember at all.

"Jace?" She mouthed with a soft smile her fingers tracing circles on his chest.

He didn't feel any guilt or regret when he slid out of the bed, getting dressed without saying another word. He wouldn't even say a word till he was walking out of the door and she was crying out for him. His life was already ruined anyway.

"I don't want you anymore."

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"Jonathan, where have you been?" His father Michael Wayland asked fiercely at his son who just shrugged him off, as he walked in.

"None of your business." He reeked very badly and strongly of smoke and sex.

He knew that his father knew where he was all night.

He sighed at his stubborn son, wondering where he had gone wrong in raising him.

"You have to stop this soon, my son. You're getting married soon and this will destroy your bride and our family reputation." He warned his son, before leaving the kitchen, disappointed.

Jace snorted, as he walked out.

That was the only thing his father ever cared about; family image and their reputation.

He even had to rip his dream away from him just to gain popularity in society.