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A/N: WOW it's shameful my attachment to the tmi fandom is already one of the things gathering dust in my mental hard drive -.- am really really really sorry it took so long to update! I know it isn't an excuse for not updating in more than a few years (2? idk, who counted? hahaha) but hear me out! I recently got a BIG job and it's taking up most of my social life, er, if I ever had one in the first place :)) I'm working for a publication over where I live and it's a pretty hectic thing, working for the paper and the magazine. I have tons of write-ups and coupled with uni life, I've got my hands pretty full.

The last book I picked up was a text book, and that's saying something :/

This isn't a big update/comeback and I'm afraid to make any promises I can't keep, but I will TRY to finish this story :) just so all you lot won't throw me out in the ravine. Figuratively, of course.

I'm constructing/redrafting this story as we speak and as I browse through my old files, I'm trying to catch up and determine where I should pick off. I've also found a series of old drabbles regarding Chairman Meow because I had a lot of kitty feels a while back when I wasn't so busy. Should I post it? :)

Again, I'm really sorry for the late-ness. To make up for it (though I doubt it makes up for it), here's a short deleted scene from one of Millennium Lint's happenings I didn't bother publishing a while back. :)

It's kind of short, but, heck, it's all I've got. :)


Dinner Table Romance

A Millennium Lint short episode

Simon put down his fork and sighed, heavily. All throughout dinner, Jace and Clary continued to get on each other's nerves. The only reason Clary hasn't killed him yet was because the law prevented her from doing so. This guy was annoying, completely harsh, and a shameless asshole. Clary threw a mango tart at him and it stuck to his hair. Clary laughed at him as he tried to scrape it off his locks.

"Yeah, real mature guys." Simon calmly took a bite out of his beef. "Can't you two try to get along? You were doing fine a while ago."

"Yeah, that was before you informed me I was to be sleeping on the couch because she's taking my room!" Jace said, indignantly.

"Simon, why can't I just sleep in the couch? Atleast it's cleaner than wherever he's sleeping! I don't know what kind of hygienic code you men live under!" Clary cried, throwing another tart at Jace, which he caught by mouth.

Simon rubbed his temples. It was like talking to a bunch of little children. "Clary, you're a girl, and you…well… do girl stuff that guys aren't supposed to see so I figured you need the privacy way more than Jace does. And Jace, if you didn't hate Clary so much, I'm sure you would've given any other lady your room to sleep in."

"Yeah, with me in it." Jace said, chewing the mango tart. "I don't hate her," he was referring to Clary, pointing the end of his spoon at her. "She's just demonic and a coning sort of woman, who throws tarts at people." On cue, Clary flung another piece, which landed on Jace's face before bouncing to the ground. "See what I mean?"

"Only because you deserve it, you asshole." Clary reached for another mango tart, when her fingers came up empty handed. She realized she'd thrown them all.

Jace smirked, devilishly. "Aw, ran out of ammo, Ms. Fray? Hey! Don't you dare throw that piece of beef at me!" Jace stood up, bracing himself.

"Uh, guys," Jordan, who had been busy chewing on his chicken the entire evening, called their attention. "Sorry to disturb your little lover's spat, but the neighbors are starting to ask questions, and I think it's fair to them if-"

"Jordan,"

"Dude,"

Jace and Clary said in unison. Turning towards the guy, they flashed him a murderous look.

Jordan gulped. He raised his arms in mock surrender. "Shutting up now."

"Good," Clary said strictly.

Jace looked at her and a smirk crossed his face. "What's wrong, Fray? Afraid they'll get the wrong idea?"

"You're the wrong idea!" Clary scoffed, turning away from him.

"That," Jace said, almost amusedly. Grabbing an apple from the counter, he took a satisfied bite. "was your lowest comeback yet. I believe this determines I am the victor? Hey! Put that plate of beef down!"

"This is insane." Simon said mostly to himself, but Jordan gave a sympathetic nod in the background.


A/N: Totally unrelated, I know, I know. Read and Review still! :)

Next Chapter: Battle of the Bands
Chapter synopsis: Things are gonna get down. 'Nuff said.