Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And Im your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
Now you've been talking in your sleep oh oh
Things you never say to me oh oh
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
Jace walked into the library at the Institute. The second he entered he heard Maryse and someone else speaking. The other voice tugged at a memory of his, teasing him with an old thought. It was a bubbly voice that he suddenly recognized once it laughed. Only one voice tugged at his heart whether it was laughing, crying, or screaming at him. Clary. He hadn't seen Clary since their screaming fight in Idris. That night still burned in his mind. Clary walking into the room. Him screaming at her to leave. The look of utter disbelief on her face as she walked out. He had wanted to talk to her after that. About a lot actually, like how Valentine was dead and that Sebastian was really Clary's older brother, not himself. But the last time she was even in New York was when Izzy and her became parabatai. But he had been sent on a mission, one he think Maryse made up so that he wouldn't see Clary. He walked into the room further and then saw her. Clary had changed since Jace had last seen her. She was still short, but her skin was slightly tanner, her hair was slightly longer, and her face was beautiful. It had little make-up on, but that little did wonders. It framed her emerald eyes and brought out her coloring. She saw him and he saw her face go from happy to surprised. Her mouth made a small O. Clary seemed to have just seen a ghost. "Jace. What are you doing here?"
When she had said his name, Jace had almost melted. He was still in love with her, but Jace doubted that Clary stilled loved him. He had been a douche to her in Idris, even he couldn't deny it. He quickly composed himself though. "I wanted to talk to Maryse." She could tell he was lying, but Clary didn't say anything. "About what?" He wasn't sure of his exact answer but it was along the lines of Max wanting a pet duck and how horrible that would be. Her facial expression softened at the mention of Max. "Don't let me stop you then. I have been missing Max. I'm going to take him to the comic store, is that okay Maryse?" Maryse nodded yes as Clary got up and left. Jace sat down in the seat Clary had just left. "You didn't come to talk to me about ducks Jace. What is it?" Jace then explained his true intentions. He had been wanting to go find Clary and apologized. "Jace, you just saw Clary. Did she seem heartbroken to you? Clary is a strong woman. I wouldn't be surprised if she already has another suitor." Jace toyed with the idea. Somehow he couldn't picture his Clary with anyone else. It seemed wrong.
Jace mumbled an excuse and left the room. He went to his room. No one had been it but him for two years and he liked it that way. All over his room was reminders of her. The one who got away for him. Clarissa Adele Fairchild-Morgenstern. Her clothes that she had left from the last time she was here were in the corner. There was multiple photos of them on dates. A stuffed animal sat on his desk that they had won on Coney Island. It cause him pain to see these things, but it proved to him that he still had a heart. He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. It was still the same ceiling as always. It was white with cracks. The cracks were cool in a way, he thought. They had come from damage but yet the ceiling was still not broken. Clary was in a way his cracks. She caused him pain but he was still not broken. That was what was truly important. That he was still not broken. But he remembered some advice Izzy had given him. "Clary can either break your heart completely or she can mend it Jace. Either way she controls you Jace. Your heart lies in her palm." The words still stung. Izzy made it seem as if Jace couldn't control his own heart. But the worst part was that the words were true. He had given his heart completely over to Clary. Now she was going to walk over it, Jace thought to himself. He had a feeling. Forgetting about Clary for a moment, Jace rolled over and fell asleep.
Isabelle was in the middle of making spaghetti when Clary walked in. Izzy hadn't seen her parabatai in a few months and had missed Clary. Izzy had gone to Houston and visited Clary in her new Institute about 3 months ago, but it still hurt being so far away. Whenever Clare-Bear (her nickname for Clary, which Clary would let only Isabelle call her) would Skype Isabelle, they would talk for hours. Clare-Bear would talk about Texas, her boyfriend Will Carstairs, how the Institute is, and how the rule "Everything is bigger in Texas" especially applied to demons. Izzy would tell her about the Institute, everyone in New York, about Jocelyn, Luke, and baby Tabitha, about her relationship with Simon, and really anything but the one subject neither of them would want to talk about. Jace. Clary had made it obvious that she despised Jace and hated his guts since what he did in Idris, but Izzy couldn't find it in herself to defend her adopted brother. Even Isabelle had to admit that she would hate his guts too if he had pulled that on her. Clary jumped p and sat down on the marble island's counter-top. Isabelle looked at Clary and couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that on her walk with Max Clary had somehow been face painted. Clary looked at her with fake surprise and said, "Is it that bad?" Izzy nodded yes and started laughing again. Isabelle picked up a rag and soaked it with warm water before handing it to Clare-Bear. Clary washed the bad design on her face off and threw the rag back into the sink.
"So why did you really come back Clare-Bear? I know you. And I know that my Clary just doesn't come back to New York just to see your family and me. And also, before you say it, I also know you wouldn't come back to congratulate me and Simon on our engagement." Clary looked down at the ground for what seemed like forever. When she looked up, Izzy had already finished the food and was putting it onto plates for the two. Clary took her plate and a glass of red wine Izzy offered. Clary took a long drink before she put the glass down and told her parabatai. "Izzy, Will proposed. And I said yes. But I wanted to come back and see, well, him, before I got married." The look in Clary's eyes broke Izzy's heart. She could see in Clary's eyes, and also felt, the sliver of Clare-Bear's heart that still belonged to Jace. Clary had admitted to her once that she still loved him. That even though Jace had broken her into million of pieces, Clary had still wanted him. It was tragic, Isabelle thought. The two had loved each other and completely gave themselves to the other, only to be broken to shards by the opposite person. Isabelle then remembered Jace coming to her one night.
"Izzy, you have to tell me where Clary is. Please. I have to apologize and explain to her." Jace had been begging her all night the same thing. To tell him where Clary had ran away to. Isabelle had felt horrible telling him to go away. What was worse was that Clary had told Izzy a day ago that she wanted to come back to New York for Jace. That Clary said she would rather die than spend another week without him. It was then that Isabelle reminded Clary of what Jace had done. Of course Isabelle felt horrible, but it was what Clary had wanted to hear. Izzy knew that Clary had only told her so that Izzy would tell her no. If Clare-Bear had truly wanted to see Jace, then she would have just jumped a plane. Clary did what she wanted.
Isabelle looked at Clary again. The poor girl was threatening to cry. "That's it. We are going to Pandemonium. Finish eating and then we'll get ready. Do you understand?" Clary laughed and agreed. Leave it to Izzy to cheer me up, Clary thought. The two were still eating when Alec walked in. This seemed to be one of the few times Alec was not at his boyfriend Magnus' apartment. Isabelle didn't hate her brother always staying there, but she missed him. He was never at the Institute, and therefore Izzy never saw him. Alec looked at Clary and then said, "You know that there are chairs, right Fray?" Clary laughed. "Of course Lightwood. But what fun would it be if everyone sat in chairs." Alec laughed back and soon the two were in a bear hug. Clary was of course a foot shorter so she was leaning up to wrap her arms around him. There had been a time when Alec despised Clary, or as he called her Fray, but now the two were good friends. "Alec, you know that my last name is Fairchild-Morgenstern, right? You don't have to call me by my mundane last name." "What fun would it be if everyone went by there Shadowhunter name?" Clary laughed more as Alec had twisted her words from earlier around and shot them back at her. "Alec, we are going to Pandemonium. Wanna come?" My brother agreed and was about to leave when I remembered something. "Oh, and by the way, Magnus is invited. But whatever you do, no Jace." Alec rolled his eyes and left. Boys, Isabelle though with a roll of her eyes.
So this is an idea I got reading some other Mortal Instruments fanfics. R&R because I will only update if people are into it. And fair warning, most chapters will most likely be shorter than this. Anyways, the lyrics at the top are part of "Just Give Me A reason" by P!nk and Nate Reuss. I really thought that they went well with the plot. Until later, XOXO, PrettyLittledemigodTribute
