I own no one and this story came up when I was trying to remember another story. I should also mention I have the memory of a gold fish (3 seconds) so forgive me if there is any incongruence in my stories. Meaning if I forget to put in the disclaimer, forgive and don't sue. I own nothing. (×∞) hah!

P.S this whole thing is Clary's dream. For anyone who doesn't know, this fic is one of The City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.

..-Spiderweb Dreams-..

It was stunning. Absolutely, jaw dropping-ly stunning. She was in a mist-filled garden. Some sort of flower garden, with flowers from all over the world, in fiery, violent shades like red and orange to deep, soothing hues of blue and purple. How she knew that the flowers were global was a mystery.

She began to walk, the flowers brushing her skin like—well—flowers. The petals were soft and lush, practically glowing.

The air around her had a strange quality. It felt like she was wading through syrup, but it wasn't at all clammy or suffocating.

As she wandered around she saw a butterfly with the most stunning vibrant colours on its wings. She'd never seen anything as bold as it. She reached out a hand to touch it, and then she noticed herself.

She was dressed in some kind of gown, made of a soft, silky, grayish material. It wasn't smooth, but it was slightly textured, as if it had been made by many, many layers of fine string.

The gown hugged her body, and for once in her life she thought she looked okay, on the good side. It was long and it flounced out from her ankle. It was strapless and backless. She felt like a princess, from the olden ages. She had never been very girly but this was awesome.

There was somebody behind her. She knew it. How? Don't ask. She didn't know either. She turned around and standing there was the most handsome guy in the world. Now she had her prince charming. It was Jace.

"Hey."

"Hey."

His unnerving blue eyes were watching her. It could have been her imagination but she thought she saw a tinge of longing in them.

"Clary," he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Dance with me." He held out his arms, and she accepted. She had no idea how to dance, but somehow she did. And he put his cool hands on her hip and back, and they swayed to the now audible symphony playing in the background.

And she danced and she felt comfortable. She loved it. but there was something lurking in the back of her mind, something important, something forgotten, just out of grasp of memory. And—

She jumped up, breathing hard. She was in her mother's hospital ward. She yelled at herself in her head. Idiot, Clary. Idiot. What's your problem?!

And someone in her head wondered and questioned. Why was Jace in her dream?

Did she love him?

Okay that sucked. That sucked hard core I deserve to be shot down to have written something so crappy. It didn't work out the way it did in my head. I'm sorry. Review if you can find it in your hearts to help this poor mental-prison escapee.

Love,

Lady Merlin.