{Complete}What If She Was Never Gone?

Pandemonium

When you read the name of the chapter 'Coming Home' did you think of that song.

I coming home, i'm coming home. Tell the world i'm coming home. ???

Clary was drawing Jace in her sketchbook. His face had began to fade slightly from her memory over the years. All she'd had were her drawings. And he looked different now. Taller, more muscular, more attractive. How was that fair? She'd gotten slightly taller and more shapely over the last two years, but she still wasn't pretty (well, in her opinion anyway).

There was a knock at her door and she jumped. She quickly hid her sketchbook in the drawer on her nightstand and walked over to the door. She opened it.

Isabelle was standing outside. She smiled. "Hi."

"Hi," Clary wasn't expecting to see her. "What's up?" She said slowly, frowning.

Isabelle glanced down at Clary tiny white nightgown that she wasn't particularly fond of. "Sorry for bothering you at this hour. There was a demon sighting at Pandemonium. Did you want to come?"

"Yes," Clary said immediately. Adrenalin was exactly what she needed right now. "I'll just change and meet you in the weapons room."

"Great," Isabelle smiled. "Oh, Pandemonium is a nightclub, so... Dress accordingly."

Clary blinked. "Nightclub."

"Um... It's hard to explain..."

"I know what a nightclub is. Why do I have to 'dress accordingly'? Can't I just wear gear?"

Isabelle looked at her for a long second.

To much like me, Clary thought. "Alright. I'll see you in a few."

Isabelle nodded and left.

Clary shut her door and ran to her closet and threw it open. She looked through the dresses Scarlett had packed her. She pulled out a short looking black dress and went into the bathroom to change.

She looked in the mirror once she was in the dress. It was way too tight, way too short, and the neckline was far too low. "Scarlett!" She hissed under her breath.

Someone knocked on her bathroom door and she jumped. "Who is it?"

"Are you ready?" Said Isabelle's voice.

Too late to change now, Clary thought. "Almost."

"Okay. I'll wait out here."

Clary- as fast as she could- put on her makeup and walked out. Isabelle was sitting on her bed, waiting. She was in a short purple dress with lace sleeves. "Ready."

Isabelle looked her up and down. "How are you going to cover your runes?"

"Um," Clary hadn't thought of that.

"You could just not wear any and be bait."

Clary frowned. She hated that idea, but she wondered if she should say yes just for that reason. "... Alright. Sounds good."

"And are you planning on going barefoot?"

Clary looked down at her bare feet. Oops. "Right," she went to her closet and looked at the line of shoes. "Uh..."

Isabelle came up and picked up a pair of black velvet high heeled boots. "These are nice."

Clary took them, sat on the bed to put them on. She stood up and wrinkled her nose. She disliked high heels. She could walk in them now, but she still didn't like them. "Alright, now I'm ready."