"Clary, wait just stop," Simon grabbed his best friend's arm, refusing to allow her to walk any further.
The short redhead jerked her arm from Simon's grasp, "Simon, I didn't ask for you to come."
"Seriously Fray, I can't believe you'd say that," Simon's glasses began to slowly slide down his nose, "I'm always here for you but as your best friend I have to tell you, this is your worst idea yet." Simon pushed his glasses back in place.
"Well good thing I don't want your opinion," Clary shoved Simon as she walked past him.
There she was standing in front of the entrance of Bane's Fertility Clinic.
"Please just think about this," Simon was standing beside Clary with his scrawny arms crossed over his even scrawnier chest, "seriously you're about to hand over a chunk of money, I told you I'd do it for free."
Laughter escaped the petite redhead, "you've got to be joking Si, look at the two of us, our kid would be a joke," Clary shook her head causing her red curls to fall in waves around her, "nope, I've already invested too much, there's no going back, my mind is made up, besides Dr. Bane has assured me that he handpicked the donor himself, he said this guy was my perfect match."
Simon's face was clearly shocked, "that hurt's Fray that really hurts."
Clary turned to her lanky best friend, "stop pouting and come on, Dr. Bane is waiting," Clary grabbed Simon's hand pulling him with her into the large clinic.
"Dr. Bane, I don't trust him, a doctor that wears sparkles is just plain weird," Simon muttered as he reluctantly followed behind Clary.
"Excuse me, can you repeat that," Alec Lightwood was staring angrily as his adopted brother.
"Alec, you need to learn to relax, you're only aging yourself when you act out like this," the devilishly handsome man smirked.
"Dammit Jace, just answer the question," Alec roared, his face red with anger.
"What did Jace do now," asked a beautiful brunette coming to stand in the doorway.
Jace waved his hand in the air dismissively, "Alec's just overreacting like he always does."
Jace's comment caused the brunette to giggle.
Alec's eyes shot toward the girl, "Oh you think this is funny do you Iz, just wait until you find out what he's done."
Isabelle giggling stopped immediately, "Jace, what have you gotten yourself into?"
Jace yawned as he stood up, stretching his arms out above his head, "It's nothing, I sold my sperm and some chick purchased it, see no big deal."
Isabelle's deep brown eyes doubled in size, "Can I just say what the hell!"
Alec smiled, nodding, "told you."
"Shut up Alec," Isabelle stalked toward Jace slapping him in his chest, "what the hell were you thinking, selling your sperm like that, do you have any clue what this means!"
"Back off Izzy," Jace shoved Isabelle's hands away, "it simply means I made some extra cash by jacking off in a cup, now go away both of you."
Isabelle planted herself defiantly in front of him, "Jace Wayland how can you be so stupid, you're going to become a father to a child you'll never meet."
The color from Jace's face drained, "what did you just say," his voice was barely a whisper.
Isabelle's face softened, "you're making a baby with a woman you've never met, she will carry your child for nine months, give birth to your child and raise your child without you getting the chance to see any of it."
Jace's body stiffened, "Fuck, why didn't you tell me that in the first place, Alec?"
Alec rolled his eyes, "what do you think I've been doing for the past thirty minute's you ass."
Jace began pacing the floor, "what am I going to do, shit, shit, shit."
"How about calling the clinic, tell them you've changed your mind," Alec replied smugly.
Jace stopped pacing, staring back at Alec, "you know this attitude of yours isn't helping."
Alec let out a frustrated growl, "yeah, my attitude, whatever."
"That's enough form both of you," Isabelle had her phone in her hand, "now Jace tell me the clinic's name."
"Bane's Fertility Clinic."
"How are you feeling Ms. Fray," Dr. Bane looked down at Clary with a questioning expression.
Clary couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable when hearing Dr. Bane call her by her last name, "please don't do that, don't call me Ms. Fray."
Dr. Bane chuckled, "okay then, Clary how are you feeling?"
"Good, a bit tired but good," Clary's hand automatically moved to her very flat stomach, "when will we know if it took?"
"I will have the front desk schedule you a follow up appointment in two weeks, that's when we will find out if you are pregnant or not," Dr. Bane helped Clary up, placing his hand on her lower back to help her step down from the table.
"Two weeks huh," Clary's voice sounded disappointed.
"Okay I will check your blood levels at the end of next week," Dr. Bane's yellow green eyes sparkled in amusement, "now let's get you home and remember no painting, you can draw while laying down or sitting but I will not allow you standing for hours."
"I've already got it covered, Simon's coming over and we're having a movie marathon all weekend long, would you like to join us Dr. Bane, "Clary asked, turning to look at Dr. Bane.
"As tempting as your offer is, I think I'll have to pass, beside your friend Sherman might not enjoy the extra company," Dr. Bane's voice was full of mischief.
"Dr. Bane, his name is Simon, not Sherman," Clary hissed, a small smile still planted on her face.
Dr. Bane nodded, holding the waiting room door open for Clary.
Just before he shut the door Dr. Bane called out to Clary, "oh and Clary," he waited watching for Clary to turn, when she did he continued, "Call me Magnus from now on."
Clary smiled from ear to ear, "Thank you again Magnus."
"This is it," Jace sighed in relief, he was standing in front of Bane's Fertility Clinic.
"This place is gorgeous, most doctor's facilities are stuffy but this one's very chic look," Isabelle's eyes took in the office décor as the three of them walked into the clinic.
"Yeah, whatever we didn't come her to window shop Iz, in case you've forgotten my tadpole are in there and there about to be unleashed to some strange woman," Jace's voice was on the verge of yelling.
"Jace, people are beginning to stare," Alec nudged his brother in his ribcage.
"Fine, what am I supposed to do now," Jace whined.
"Oh for heaven's sake," Isabelle strolled up to the counter, "excuse me."
"Yes, may I help you," a tall blonde walked up to the counter, her nametag read Kaelie.
"Oh yes thankyou Kaelie, see my brother Jace would like to cancel his sperm donation," Isabelle waited for Kaelie to respond.
Kaelie began typing away at her computer, "Jace, what was the last name again?"
"Wayland," Isabelle answered.
"Um, if you will excuse me for just a moment," Kaelie's voice seemed a little shaky as she walked away from the front desk.
A few moment later the waiting room door opened, revealing a tall dark man dressed in a physician lab coat, "Hello there I am Dr. Bane, please come with me."
Alec, Jace and Isabell silently followed Dr. Bane to the back, stepping into a small white room.
"Now Mr. Wayland I presume," Dr. Bane was looking directly at Jace as he spoke.
"How'd you know it was me," Jace asked.
Dr. Bane simply shrugged his shoulders, "your profile has all of your information Mr. Wayland and now how may I help you today."
Jace felt his body stiffen as he spoke, "the thing is I've decided that I don't want my sperm to be used."
The three watched Dr. Bane closely waiting for his reply, "I am sorry Mr. Wayland but your sperm has already been used."