This just sorta...came to me. Like all my other oneshots.
But this is my first Mortal Instruments fanfic, so go easy on me. =]
Jace, Clary, Simon and Isabelle are…about 23. ;) And Alec is of course 25 I believe.
Disclaimer: Everything aside from the plot belongs to Cassandra Clare
Jace POV
Pandemonium.
The only name that was really fitting for the crackpot building, Jace thought.
He, of course, loved going there for the high of a fight which was bound to happen when a shadowhunter walked in through the door.
But he also seemed to go there for the small glimmer of hope he had. Hope that he would see a flash of red hair, or bright green eyes looking back at him for the first time in 6 years.
6 years.
That's how long it had been from the incident which sent him and the love of his life in different directions.
He was lost for a while, thinking back to the day where he made the biggest mistake of his life.
Jace had just come back from a particularly vicious fight, and had wandered down to the werewolf pub to order a couple drinks. But his thoughts were really jumbled up, not only about the fight in which he nearly died, but the anniversary of his dad's death, and a couple drinks slowly became a dozen. And then everything went black.
Jace woke up, a massive hangover threatening to erupt. A shiver ran down his body, and he looked to see that he was lying in an alleyway, wearing only his shirt which he vaguely remembered putting on before the fight.
But he was not alone.
On one side of him was a Clary, sobbing gently, and a little further off was a completely naked girl, curled up on her side.
Oh no.
Finally understanding what had happened, he began to stand up, when Clary slapped him hard on the cheek, and ran off, her cries growing louder.
Still remembering the sting on his cheek, he never drank again.
Jace scowled as he went inside through the dance floor of packed bodies and headed towards the bar.
"Sup, Anthony," he nodded in greeting to the bartender, who smirked and handed Jace the usual glass of coke.
Jace accepted and turned back to the dance floor, staring into its depths, searching for the familiar hunters that were weaving through the humans looking for prey.
That's when a certain young man caught his eye. He had the strangest attire of black, and his hair was a bright shade of purple.
And his eyes were a canary yellow.
Jace drained the glass and put it on the counter, starting after the guy.
The demon had a hand on the shoulder of a girl with long black hair, and she was leading them to the usual small closet at the back of the club.
Jace followed in after them, putting up glamour strong enough to hide an entire city.
Angel blood, Jace thought and smirked.
He walked into the closet after them.
The purple haired demon was kissing the girl's neck slowly as Jace approached them, and he spun the girl away from the closet, and out the door.
Just as he was about to lunge for the demon, another girl burst into the closet.
With fiery red hair.
Jace was distracted for a minute, long enough for the girl to yell, "Jace!" and for the demon to attack him in his moment of distraction.
He turned back around to see that the demon had lunged at him with elongated nails and a greedy expression.
He dodged quickly and took out two seraph blades, whispering, Jersel to the first one, and Zafier to the other.
He waited for the demon to lunge at him again, and this time he stayed where he was, but when the demon was a foot away from him, he held both blades in front of his stomach, pointed outward so when the demon did collide with him, the blades sunk into the demon's chest.
The demon looked at him in horror and then fell to the ground before turning to ash.
"Little trick I learned," he muttered, and then looked up at the girl.
Clary.
She was staring at him with a mixture of wonder, horror and annoyance on her face. Not something that Jace found rather encouraging. She was wearing a tight green strapless dress which, Jace thought, complimented her curves perfectly.
He shot her a glare to match her stare, at which she 'hmphed!' and walked away.
Slowly he walked out of the closet, realization hitting him in the face.
That was his Clary.
He strode out of the closet, his eyes searching for the green dress, but he found nothing on the dance floor.
Frustrated, he walked over to the bar and sat down. He felt conflicted inside; he had seen Clary, but then it seemed like he had just lost her again.
He heard a shattering sound next to him and turned to see Clary a couple seats away with a broken glass on the table. There were little cups surrounding her; she had taken shots.
His eyes widened and he got up to go say something to her- anything, when she stumbled out of the chair and headed toward the DJ.
God damn, she's drunk, Jace thought as he took in her wobbly walk and swaying hips.
She whispered something to the DJ, and he smiled at her, changing the song.
And that's when the sky fell down.
As the song started, its rapid beats filling the room with vibrations, Clary managed to stagger her way to the dance floor, and began to dance.
She twirled her hips around to the music, and twirled her head around, sending her nest of fire spinning in circles. After a little bit of that, she grabbed the hands of a guy near her and began grinding her hips against his.
All Jace could do was watch.
What the fuck? Jace thought. The Clary he knew would never get drunk like that, much less dance with random strangers.
But a lot could change in six years.
Jace watched Clary dancing and grinding with the asshole, until he tried to pull her into the closet, which was always available for the people in need.
And she complied.
Jace shot out of his seat and nearly ran to Clary, pushing many dancers out of the way.
Just as the two of them turned away, Jace grabbed Clary's elbow, and tugged her around to face him.
Her eyes blinked in confusion, and the fucker's narrowed in anger.
"What the hell man, she's mine," he said.
At the words she's mine, Jace nearly lost it. He drew back a fist, and was about to punch the daylights out of the guy, when suddenly he recognized the brown eyes and black ragged hair.
Simon.
Apparently the vamp recognized him at the same time when he whispered, "Jace?"
"How's it going bloodsucker,"
"What are you doing here?" he asked; shock still plain on his features.
"I should be the one asking that. This is still my city. You guys left it six years ago for the San Francisco Institute six years ago," I said accusingly.
Something flashed behind Simon's eyes.
"Should I bring up what you did again? And what happened to Clary because of it?" he hissed through his teeth.
This nearly broke Jace down.
"It was a mistake, I was wrong, and I was drunk," Jace muttered, "And I still can't remember doing it,"
"Right, right," Simon said.
"Well what about you dragging Clary into a closet just now, huh?" Jace said, remembering why he was here in the first place.
Simon stepped forward so he was in Jace's face before saying, "I can do what I want with my fiancée,"
Jace felt like he had been slapped. He stared from Simon to Clary, who was still a little too drunk to notice anything aside from the lights on the ceiling.
"Fi-fiancée?"
Simon nodded.
Jace stood there for a few seconds, before he composed himself and said, "Many congratulations. And may I ask that you save the private stuff for later?"
Simon nodded, and he walked away with Clary, leaning against his shoulder.
Jace stared after the two of them, his heart and mind burning with the sense of loss he had only once felt before, when Clary said she was leaving. But now, she had not only left him, but she belonged to someone else.
And that someone else was Simon.
Simon. The one who Clary had tried to date once.
Simon. The boy who Clary had rejected for Jace.
Simon, the guy who was her best friend.
But that all had changed now hadn't it?
Jace sauntered off back towards the bar, thinking, maybe I'll have drink now,
He was just about to order one when he smelled the stench of ichor and demon blood.
Jace sprang back around, and looked to see where the smell had come from.
Simon.
He was still holding Clary with one hand, who looked like she had passed out. In his other hand, he was holding a mid-length sword. Advancing on him were two Oni demons and a shapeshifter.
He was swinging the sword around the unsuspecting humans gracefully, but he was losing without the use of both arms, and the fact he couldn't let Clary go.
With a burst of energy, Jace sprang towards them, his overpowering urge to protect Clary taking over. He threw up a glamour around himself before whipping out his seraph blades and plunging them into the Oni demon. They vanished with a poof, and he turned to see Simon still fighting the shapeshifter.
Before Jace could come help though, the shapeshifter slashed Simon twice in the side, and it took all of Simon's strength not the drop Clary.
Jace lunged at the shapeshifter, but it turned around at the right time, a smirk on its lips.
They fought, skirting around the humans, dodging blows with ease, but in the end, Jace's anger gave him a big edge.
He dodged one of the demon's attacks, spun around to the back of it, and drove a seraph blade into the demon's back, where his….father had taught him.
The demon crumpled to the ground, before vanishing, leaving a small green stain on the floor.
Breathing heavily, Jace turned to Simon who was sagging with the weight of Clary and the wounds. He gently took Clary from him, and when they touched, he felt a little tingle in his palm.
Touching her is just going to make it worse, Jace thought, but he didn't let go.
Whipping out his cell phone, he dialed Isabelle's number, and told her what happened quickly, and that Simon needed Magnus.
She said she would be there in 10, but was here in 6.
"Oh, god, Simon…" she said when she saw him. The gashed were oozing blood and ichor, but Jace thought she wasn't just looking at the gashes. She studied Simon's face closely, and her eyes softened.
She grabbed a hold of one of his arms and took him out of the club, while Jace carried Clary.
Outside, a van was worked, with a gurney and Magnus waiting in the back. Iz sat in the back with Magnus, who had already begun to heal Simon.
"I haven't seen this handsome face in a while…" he muttered.
Jace climbed into the front seat next to Alec who was driving, and arranged Clary so she was sitting on his lap with her head resting on his shoulder.
Alec began driving, but not before looking curiously at Jace and Clary.
"She's passed out drunk," Jace muttered, looking down at the red curls.
Alec just shook his head.
They arrived at the Magnus's house, where he had agreed to keep Simon hospitalized until he was completely healed.
They dropped him off, Isabelle looking slightly disappointed.
"Drop us off at my house?" Jace said to Alec.
They both turned around stunned.
"Your house? She can stay at the Institute," Isabelle said, her eyebrows knitting together.
Jace took a deep breath.
"I would rather have her in my sight," he said through gritted teeth. When Clary had left, he had gotten himself a house, unable to stay at the Institute for a moment longer.
"Jace, don't be stupid. I can see the ring on her finger," Alec said, "Don't hurt yourself even more,"
"I know what I'm doing Alec," Jace hissed, his arms tightening slightly around Clary.
Deep breaths.
Alec and Isabelle looked at each other, before Alec said, "Whatever, dude. It's your life,"
Jace nodded to them and got in the car again.
Alec dutifully dropped him off, without saying a word to him the entire ride.
As Jace carried Clary up the steps to his house, he turned to look back at Alec who was pointedly looking away from him, but not driving off until Jace was inside the house.
Jace opened the door with one hand and stepped inside.
He took her straight to his room, not thinking about what that meant.
He laid Clary down on the white sheets, her dress ruffled and her hair a bird's nest.
And he couldn't look away.
His eyes returned to the dress, and he stood there for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should remove it and give her more comfortable clothes to sleep in.
He decided he should.
It's nothing I haven't seen before, Jace thought, smirking, as he took off the dress, but not looking too closely at what was underneath.
Once she was covered in his shirt and pajama bottoms, Jace changed himself before heading for the living room coach.
He stopped in front of it, the loveseat barely large enough for his legs to fit. And he moved a lot when he slept, so he was bound to fall off as well.
But he didn't dare go back in that room. For whatever it was worth, he still had his morals and sleeping on a bed with a married woman who he still loved was not a very good idea. So he settled on the coach and tried his best to sleep comfortably.
Okay, change in plans. No longer a one shot, it's now two maybe three chapters long. I'll post the second as soon as I can ^^
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~A.W.W