**The characters of Mortal Instruments are owned by Cassandra Clare**
The iPod Shuffle Challenge:
a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a ficlet/drabble related to each song that plays.
Words in brackets and italics are song lyrics.
The Only Exception - Paramore
Clary fluttered her eyes shut, exhaustion sweeping through her. She relaxed her body as she drifted off into a slumber.
The edges of her dream were blurred, her vision soft and matte, as figures shaped in front of her.
Her father was bellowing at her mother, standing by the door. His platinum blonde hair, shining in the moonlight his dark black eyes burning with anger, as he gestured with his hands violently, jerking them in the air and waving them about. A large black suitcase lay by his feet; his hand went down to pick it up.
Clary looked at her hand, a toy bunny's ear grasped in her tiny fingers, the rest of the bunny dragging across the wooden floorboards.
Her mother screamed at her father, Clary couldn't understand the words, they didn't fit together. Her crimson hair, wild and untamed; the locks tangled together. Tears prickled Clary's eyes in the dream as she took a step towards her parents.
Valentine stared at Clary, hurt and confusion dwelling in his eyes as he left through the door. She heard Jocelyn whimper as tears rolled down her face, tears mixed with mascara leaving thin long black trails across her porcelain white cheeks.
Jocelyn ran down the corridor, tearing off her ring as it clattered on the floorboards. The photo frames fell off the walls, memories scattered around. Clary picked up the ring in her other hand and closed her fingers around it.
She looked out the door, Valentine down on his knees, his head in his hands. He was grimacing in pain; He punched the air shouting incoherent words towards the night sky, the stars glittering above him, the night breeze blowing his hair, white and silvery under the moonlight.
[When I was younger I saw; my Daddy cry, and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it.]
The scene changed as she saw her thirteen year old self standing by a door. Her red curls clasped in a small side ponytail as she peered over the door, the same toy bunny clutched to her chest.
Jocelyn sat in her room, clean and pristine with ironed sheets and pretty lavender patterning covering her bed. She opened a small box, a small black treasure box. She saw her mother trace her long fingers over a sepia photo, a photo of her mother with Valentine.
She looked happy, in a thin veil, a beautiful white wedding dress and her arm around him. He was grinning, at the photographer; looking smart and cut in a black tuxedo. The couple looked happy with young love.
Jocelyn closed her eyes and placed the photo back in, and hung her head. Tears fell in droplets into her lap, her hands holding a small gold wedding ring, drowning in tears.
[And that was the day that I promised, I'd never sing of love; if it does not exist.]
The scene changed again, a flash of blur. She came upon her sixteen year old self. She was walking down a school hall way, past the identical rows of blue lockers.
She walked into someone, her face flushing as she steadied herself, careful not to fall over. She held in her breath. A seventeen year old Jace stood over her, she felt herself gasp and open her mouth, but no words trailed out.
His blonde curls hung around his head, loose stray curls resting at the nape of his neck. She saw the start of a black tattoo, which was covered by a dark t-shirt. His body screamed at Clary as she closed her eyes before opening them again. His eyes met Clary's, eyes made of molten gold that pierced into her very own. He pressed his lips together, pain in his eyes.
She longed to pull him in for a warm embrace and feel his lips on hers, but instead she found herself stepping back and away from him.
He opened his mouth, words flowing out,
"Clary..." he whispered, his voice like velvet.
"I can't, I can't" she heard herself whisper back, as her legs reluctantly ran down the hall with her body and mind, but only leaving her heart with him.
The scene changed as Clary stood in the pouring rain in the streets, thick grey clouds stretching their tendrils across the sky. She could feel the constant tapping of the rain against her, sliding down her skin.
Jace stood with her in the rain, his body close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him and his heartbeat thumping through his chest.
He pulled her close, his hands on her waist and through her hair as he leaned down for a kiss, his lips touching hers. He withdrew himself, his eyes dark gold through the rain he whispered into Clary's ear, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"I love you, and I promise you that we will never be like your parents. But you have to let me know that you love me back Clary," his whispers sending a shiver dancing through her.
He then disengaged himself from her and walked down the street, the warmth of him no longer surrounding her. She stretched out her arm, reaching out for Jace desperately.
[I've got a tight grip on reality; but I can't let go of what's in front of me here.]
Warm tears mixed in with the cold rain as they ran down her cheeks. The scene became blurry and unclear, a gut wrenching pain inside Clary, not knowing if Jace would ever be back.
Her eyes fluttered open, her body hot and tense.
Jace lay next to her, his eyes closed, his dark eyelashes casting long shadows across his cheekbones. His hands were wrapped around Clary, and his halo of blonde locks snuggled close to her. His lips pulled into what could only be a small smile.
Clary sighed in relief, a ring on his ring finger winking backed at her in the light; a matching ring to hers.
She turned around; they had fallen asleep on the couch, the fireplace blazing. Next to the fireplace a magazine rack stood, a small toy bunny resting in the corner of the magazine rack, the bunny grinning at Clary.
[You are the only exception, and I'm on my way to believing.]
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that. (: it's definitely different from anything I've done before.
This story has nothing to do with my other fanfiction projects at the moment, so don't get them mixed up. (:
I love Paramore! they are one of my most favourite bands, the beginning and end sort of resemble the music video of how Hayley walks off but returns back into the guys arms. Then the toy bunny sort of comes from P!nk's F***ing Perfect with the teddy. (: Hayley reminds me of Clary, a small redhead with a big attitude. (:
So I hope you liked this drabble/oneshot/songfic.
I'll be writing more. R & R! I love reviews, tell me what you think, what i could change or any ideas or song requests.
Ciao! ~ Zee