A/N: A short extension to the scene on top of the Hotel Dumort. I just really pictured this exchange happening. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters.
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"No." Clary said, her eyes going wide in fright.
"You've got to be kidding me." Jace scoffed.
"Does it look like I'm kidding?"
"Clarissa, if you do not want to die up here, I suggest you get on the bike." Jace narrowed his eyes at her as he straddled the motorcycle.
"Do you have a motorcycle license?" Clary asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What? No! Now get on the stupid bike!"
"But that would be illegal."
"If you haven't noticed by now, I play by my own rules!" Jace ground out angrily. She could be so stubborn at times.
Just then, the door to the roof burst open and about a half a dozen werewolves and a few vampires stumbled out into the night.
"Now!" Jace screeched.
Taking the hint, Clary hopped on behind him and held on tight to his jacket. Before she knew it, the bike was jerking forward and the were heading into a downward plummet.
"Jace?"
"Yeah?"
Just then, he gunned the bike as it pulled out of its fall from the heavens as it began to rise back toward the stars.
"I hate you!"