Healer

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Jace was carried into the infirmary bleeding and bruised, nothing a good rune couldn't fix. But once again, he had fought one too many battles, trying to keep Clary out of his mind. Her fiery red hair, her emerald green eyes, her smile that shined like the sun, her tender touch, her feathery kisses. Sister. The word that relentlessly haunted him once again sizzled in his mind. What had he done to deserve such a sick and twisted fate? He wanted so badly to do the things that were forbidden. To hold his precious Clary, to touch her, to kiss her, to love her…how she deserved to be loved. He knew deep down she wanted that too, but she wouldn't admit it. She was ashamed. Why shouldn't she be though?

A slight knock on the door brought him out of the depths of his thoughts. The door slowly creaked open, only to reveal those magnetic green eyes frantically scanning the room. As soon as their eyes locked her eyes seemed to flood with relief. Jace flashed a cocky smile, as if to dare her to enter. As if she was in a trance, Clary slipped into the small room, shut the door behind her and leaned against it.

"Clary…" he whispered as if he was saying a prayer.

Clary bound across the room to close the space between them. When she was at his side she looked into his golden eyes. His stare was intense, but it held all the love in the world. Clary's world began to blur as tears rose in her eyes. Looking at Jace's angelic face made her grow weak. She instantly fell to her knees beside him and tried to hold back her tears. Jace put a hand down to caress her cheek and wipe away the tear that had fallen from her eye. "Clary…" he whispered again, "Look at me." He gently brought her chin up with the tip of his finger. What he saw was unhappiness. It was like he was really looking at her for the first time, like he had somehow missed all the sadness hiding behind her eyes.

"Jace," she whispered, "I-I can't do this any longer."

"Can't do what?" he pleaded

"Can't keep pretending to accept that you're my brother. I-I know I made you promise but that was only because I was ashamed. I didn't want to be looked down upon. I was scared, so I pushed you out of my life, hoping these feeling would be pushed away as well. I-I just couldn't do it, couldn't keep you out of my every thought. And then I found out that you were severely hurt and I couldn't quit telling myself that it was my fault. That maybe if I hadn't pushed you away like I did you would have never risked your life like you did." She took a deep breath as a few new tears streamed down her cheeks.

Jace let all of this sink in. He then took a deep breath as well. He tenderly stroked her cheek and simply said "I know Clary, I know."

Jace rolled over to the far edge of the bed and patted the empty space beside him. Clary slowly stood up and sat on the side of the bed. He then wrapped his arms around her delicate waist and pulled her into him so that she was lying beside him. Their faces only inches apart. Clary could feel Jace's hot breath wrap around her throat. Clary buried her head into Jace's shoulder and sighed. Jace silently stroked her tangled hair and rubbed her back. He burried his head in her fiery curls and inhaled her scent.

Clary gently pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "Does anything hurt?" she asked.

Jace chuckled a little and replied, "Not anymore."

"Good." She said as the edges of her mouth twitched up into a smile.

And there they stayed. Clary, relieved from finally letting loose her true feelings and Jace; completely healed of all wounds, because he finally had Clary, his angel, his healer.