Author's note: Hello, people, Nephilim, Warriors, mundanes, demons, Children of Lilith, Children of the Moon, Night, Fey, whatever you are, aliens, my evil army of minions, etc., I am Winterthaw, deputy of Thunderclan, one of the four warrior clans that roam the forest. Call me Winterthaw, Wynter, whatever floats your boat. This is my first songfic, a one-shot for now. I only started to read the Mortal Instruments two weeks ago, and this songfic is set during City of Fallen Angels. Now, I remember this song on a CD my parents have and I suppose it is pretty old.

The words in italics are the lyrics, the one in normal font Jace's thoughts/whatever is happening. I dunno if anyone has done a songfic with this song, but I'm not really keen on searching through a hundred or so odd pages of fanfics to find out. If they had, well, I'm sorry, I didn't know. *shrugs* Anyways, read and review!

Based on the song 'Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough' by Patti Smith

Now, I don't want to lose you
but I don't want to use you
just to have somebody by my side.
And I don't want to hate you,
I don't want to take you
but I don't want to be the one to cry.

And that don't really matter, to anyone, anymore.
But like a fool; I keep losing my place
and I keep seeing you walk through that door.

"Maybe I can stay," she whispered to me in the elevator. "Just a little while longer."

I said nothing, the tension in me reaching a breaking point. Yes, part of me wanted to say. Stay with me. But then an image flashed through my mind, one of Imogen Herondale, the Inquisitor, also my grandmother. "You are Valentine's arrow," she had told me. By the Angel, how much had I wished that wasn't true? But, in my heart, I had realised that I was. I am Valentine's arrow, whether he knows it or not, and I will be, for all of time, for all eternity, no matter how long that is. I could lock up that knowledge in the furthest corner of my mind, but it would always be there, haunting me.

"Jace," Clary interrupted my thoughts.

Reluctantly, I replied to her unspoken question. "No. I don't want to give your mother another reason not to like me. She already thinks I'm the second coming of my father~" I stopped before she could say: Valentine's not your father. But the damage was done. "I love you Clary." My eyes locked onto the window of the church, a Portal into the mortal world, where mundanes lived and died, free from all of this torture. "More than I ever~" I broke off again. "God," my voice finally forced itself out. "More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?"

Clary stepped out of the elevator, turning to face me. Her eyes searched my face, but before she could speak, I stabbed the button that would take me back up to the Institute floors. Through all the gears that rumbled and squeaked as the elevator jerked into motion, I heard her voice, echoing harshly in the hall below: "I love you, too."

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.

Little did she know, I watched her through the window as she hurried home through the rain, shoulders hunched against the wind.

That injured expression on her face came to take its revenge on me that night. I woke up, shivering, her eyes glaring at me accusingly. "How could you do this to me, Jace? I thought you loved me. You promised never to hurt me. I thought I could trust you." I stumbled to the window, the rain pouring down out there matching the tears that poured down my face. Why can't I trust myself? Why can't I even trust my own heart?

I trembled uncontrollably. For the first time in my life, I was afraid. I was afraid of myself.

Now, I could never change you
I don't want to blame you.
Baby, you don't have to take the fall.
Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you.
Maybe I just want to have it all.

It makes a sound like thunder
it makes me feel like rain.
And like a fool who will never see the truth,
I keep thinking something's gonna change.

The fire in eyes, her hair, her heart, her spirit. In her love for me. Her heart thudded against my chest, and by the way she clung onto me, I knew she would never want anyone but me. Water poured down on us, the sky opening and dumping a waterfall down, lips locked together, my fingers digging into her legs, hers around my abdomen.

"Dammit. Oh, for goodness' sake, I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And privacy?" It was Isabelle. Trust her to interrupt us. "I was just looking for Simon," she said defensively, her dark eyes met my golden ones, daring me to say anything snarky, sarcastic. "He ran offstage, and I have no idea where he went. Anyway, he's obviously not here. Go back to what you were doing. What's the point of wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have somebody to throw against it, that's what I always say." She stalked off, fury evident in every inch of her body.

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.

Horror washed over me. How could I have lost control like that? Memories of the dreams roared forwards like a flood, overwhelming me as terror clamped its unforgiving grip on me. "Jace~" Clary took a step towards me. My eyes flashed from side to side, the gaze of a cornered animal. Then I spun around, and raced away from her, from Clary. Rain dribbled down my face, mingling with the tears there. I was afraid. Afraid of love, of myself. Why? I cried out inside. I love her so much; I would give anything for her. But I just can't trust myself, what I might do to her, just like in my dreams. But why are you punishing me? I screamed the last words to the sky: "Why? Why me?"

And there's no way home.
When it's late at night and you're all alone.
Are there things that you wanted to say?
And do you feel me beside you in your bed,
there beside you, where I used to lay?

And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay who they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.

Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough.
Oh, Oh, Oh, No.

Because sometimes, love just ain't enough.

A/N: So, love? Hate? Review and tell me! Listen to the song on YouTube if you want. I hope I got it right, and you like it. I know Jace probably doesn't cry, but, dude, who doesn't cry if their love life is as screwed up as Jace's? And tell me in your review if you pronounce Valentine's name as 'Valenteen' or 'Valentine' like the tines of a fork. My friends and I have a huge disagreement. I had to use '~' because '-' wouldn't exactly work. Meh, flames welcome, but I'm warning you, I give as good as I get. So go fuel up your flamethrowers, and let's battle!

Until we next meet, May Starclan light your path.

~Winterthaw of Thunderclan