This is basically a continuation of City of Glass; it takes place after the City of Glass and before City of Fallen Angels. But don't get the wrong idea, this story does have a plot and is going somewhere. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

He stood in the doorway for a minute before he crossed the room to where Clary lay on the couch. It looked as if she had fallen asleep accidentally since her hair hung in her face and her neck was propped up on the arm rest. Ever so gently, Jace tucked the loose hair behind her ear before he quietly lifted the blanket up and squeezed onto the couch with her. While wrapping his arms around Clary's tiny waist, Jace thought to himself, I always knew you weren't my sister.

Clary woke up with a start and then instantly felt herself relax when she realized who was lying beside her. He looks like an angel, Clary couldn't help but think looking at Jace's peaceful face. His face was clear of all the stress that put a toll on his body while he slept now. Clary watched him for a long while before she bent to kiss him lightly on his cheek. She drew back to find him blinking wearily at her. He looked dazed but not enough to draw her back and kiss her on the lips this time. She knew he must be able to feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest. She felt herself blush, but she didn't care. Being with Jace made her happy and she couldn't seem to get enough of him knowing there wasn't anything could keep them apart now.

Jace not being her brother was the biggest relief she'd ever had. There was no way she could have not loved more than a brother and now she could act as freely as she wished. As if feeling the same way, Jace deepened the kiss. Clary's fingers laced in his hair, while his hands on her back pulled her closer to him. She pulled back for air but Jace's lips continued by kissing her neck until she returned her lips to him.

Clary could feel Jace's heart beat racing now and smiled around his lips. She was aware of everywhere her body touched his. She could feel the hard muscle underneath his smooth, soft skin, the way his fingers were tracing up and down her spine…

The front door slammed shut with a bang and they both jumped a little at the noise. Clary and Jace quickly untangled themselves from each other seconds before Luke and Jocelyn walked in hand-in-hand smiling at each other. They looked curiously at the two teens sitting down on the couch together.

"So did you have a good time?" Clary asked before either her mom or Luke could ask any questions about her and Jace.

"I had a wonderful time," Jocelyn replied dreamily, while gazing up at Luke who smiled back at her.

Clary knew they had spent the day at Angel Square. Luke had wanted to surprise her with a present for finally being together. Clary noticed the new heart-shaped necklace Jocelyn was wearing, but there was something unique about it. The heart was wrapped in thin, colorful cords. It was something that Clary knew her mother would love and was glad Luke also knew her so well.

"That's great!" Clary exclaimed, satisfied. The grip on Clary's hand tightened as Jace said, "I should go back now." But the expression on his face made Clary think that was the last thing he wanted. "I'll walk you out."

Jace nodded as they both stood up. Luke and Jocelyn had gone to the kitchen now, but Clary could see Jocelyn look up and smile at them.

They had reached the door, but Clary stubbornly held his hand, not wanting to let go. As they stepped onto the porch, Clary thought that it wasn't necessary for Jace to leave, but Isabelle and Alec were probably missing him by now.

"We'll be back at the Institute tomorrow," Jace said, noticing her expression.

"I know," Clary whispered, but there was a hint of a smile in her voice. Jace bent down to kiss her softly on the lips. He drew back and hugged her before walking off the porch and disappearing into the night.

Clary hung around on the porch for a minute or two, trying to see Jace, but came up short. With a sigh, she returned to the couch to watch TV. She pulled the blanket around her while flipping through the channels until finally settling on a silly soap opera.

Clary wasn't watching though; she was thinking about tomorrow and how they would all be back in New York. She would miss Idris, she had to admit; she had grown accustomed to its ways. It was easier to be herself here. New Yorkers probably wouldn't find it normal for her to start drawing on a door instead of using a key, where as any Shadowhunter wouldn't think about it for a second.

She tried to make herself focus on the show but couldn't. Instead, Clary headed into the kitchen to tell her mom and Luke that she was going to bed.

Clary stopped walking suddenly as she found Luke and Jocelyn in the middle of an intimate kiss. Clary debated for a second whether to quietly walk out or to clear her throat. It would be nice to be the one ending a kiss for once but decided against it. She went upstairs to go to bed without telling anyone.

Clary noticed a small, white square of paper resting on her bed when she stepped into her room. She crossed the space to her bed and delicately unfolded the paper before reading it. I love you was written on it in Jace's handwriting. She clutched the note as she crawled into bed. Clary knew she would sleep well tonight.

Jace walked into the living room of the small abandoned house the Lightwoods were staying in while at Idris. Isabelle was sitting in a chair flipping through channels with a bored expression on her face. She looked up when she heard Jace enter the room.

"There you are!" Isabelle said delightedly.

"Yeah, what a surprise to find me in the house I'm staying at," Jace replied sarcastically.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and simply said, "Simon and I are dating."

"Great, now we have a mundane in the family."

"Come on, you know he's a vampire. The whole reason for him getting locked up being that he's an abnormal vampire."

"Izzy, if he had to take a test to qualify to be a vampire, I'm not if absolutely certain that he would fail it. He still believes in more of that stupid Dungeon and Dragons game than reality.

"Well, still, Simon's one of the most normal guys I've dated so far," Isabelle huffed.

"Yes, wondering whether or not you are about to have your blood sucked out is much more normal than the usual hug or kiss."

Isabelle narrowed her eyes and spat, "You can be happy for me or leave me alone. Regardless, I am not taking your crap."

With that, she marched up the stairs to her room loud enough for Jace to hear but not enough to wake up her parents. After a few minutes, Jace followed suit and went to his room to call it a night. It would be his last night in Idris for awhile he hoped.

Clary woke to the sound of pans clanking together. She could already smell bacon frying and wondered what else was being made. My last meal in Alicante before I go back home, Clary thought. It didn't make her sad though, to be going home. She was excited to return to New York and start her training. Clary could start to understand her ability with runes better, too.

She climbed out of bed and glanced at the mirror as she passed it. Ugh, her hair was a mess. She roamed down the hallway until she reached the bathroom and flicked the light on. Grabbing the brush, Clary combed through hair a little, wishing it would behave.

Hoping the food was ready by now, Clary hopped down the stairs and headed for the kitchen. Once there, she found Amatis sitting across from Jocelyn and Luke at the table. They looked up from their meals when they heard Clary enter.

"Can I have some?" Clary asked looking at the bacon and pancakes on everyone's plate.

"Of course," replied Amatis, handing Clary a plate. "I wanted you all to have a good breakfast before you left."

"We'll be back again someday, I'm sure," Luke said as Clary chewed on her bacon.

"And your always welcome to visit us in New York," Jocelyn added.

Clary started on her pancakes and asked, "How long will it be until Magnus opens the Portal?"

"Only a couple of hours now," Luke answered.

Clary glanced at the clock on the wall; it was eight-thirty now."Did you find a new stele, Mom?"

Jocelyn nodded, "Maryse had an extra one. It'll do until I can get one of my own. But do you like yours?"

Her mom had given Clary a stele Jocelyn had designed just for her at the celebration after defeating Valentine's demons. It looked similar to Jocelyn's old one; it was made of the same crystal, but painted on it was an image of an angel standing on the hills of Idris. "I love it."

"Good," Jocelyn smiled, "I am glad you mentioned that, though I forgot to put the stele in my bag."

"Are you done packing, too?" Clary asked Luke.

"Almost," Luke pointed to the weapons, "I still need to put those in a bag, but aside from that I'm done. Are you?"

"Not quite…" Clary thought of her few items here still lying where they usually did. "I'll have to start when I finish eating, it shouldn't take that long."

Her mom gave her a disappointed look. "You really shouldn't wait to the last minute to do everything, Clary."

"It's not last minute," Clary retorted, "Luke just said we have a couple of hours."

Jocelyn raised an eyebrow and wore her that's-not-funny face.

"Yes, I do believe that the last time I checked that was 120 minutes," came a voice from the doorway.

Clary whipped around in her seat and saw Jace standing in the door frame of the kitchen. Jocelyn turned her gaze on Jace standing under the doorframe of the kitchen. Jocelyn turned her gaze on Jace, not changing her expression.

"Would you like breakfast, too?" Amatis asked, politely. Now that everyone knew who Jace's true parents were, Amatis felt somewhat responsible for Stephen's child. Of course, she didn't see Jace often so there wasn't much she could actually do for him. But that didn't discourage her from trying to care for him when Jace was around Amatis.

"No, I've already eaten, but thanks," Jace replied, just as politely. Clary looked at him questioningly. She didn't even know he was capable of having manners.

Jace just shrugged. "Are you done? I'll help you pack if you want."

"Yeah, thanks for breakfast Amatis," said Clary before grabbing Jace's hand and walking back upstairs to her room.

"So, I guess you've already packed?" asked Clary, once inside.

"You know me so well," Jace grinned, "Yeah, I packed as soon as Magnus gave us a time."

Clary just shook her head. She remembered the first time she had seen his room and how bizarrely clean it was. Of course he wanted to pack at first notice; it's all a part of his monk-like life-style, at least when it came to his bedroom.

"I don't have much to pack up," Clary confessed.

"Just tell me how I can be of service," Jace grinned, smiling down at Clary with his golden eyes.

"You can get my coat out of the trunk and grab my stele off the nightstand. I'll get my stuff out of the bathroom."

"Okay, I do accept tips."

"You volunteered, no pay," Clary smiled and walked out. There wasn't much for her to take out of the bathroom either. Only a brush and a hair-tie belonged to her, though Amatis had supplied her with a toothbrush of her own.

Clary walked back into her room and found Jace on the bed looking in her sketchbook. "Why is it that whenever I leave this unguarded everybody seems to think they have the right to look in it?" Clary asked, snatching the book out of his hands.

Jace smiled, "People have a sense of false entitlement; it's human nature."

Clary glared at him, then checked to see what drawing Jace was looking at. It was one of her more recent ones. She and Jace were sitting on the stairs at the Hall of Accords and Isabelle, Simon, Maia, and Alec were in the background. They were all watching the fireworks light up the sky, while she and Jace held hands leaning against each other. Clary had enjoyed drawing this and playing with the lights and shadows the fireworks caused at night.

"Do you like it?" Clary wondered.

Jace nodded. "My favorite part is us holding hands, I think. It had been so long since we could so anything together in public."

"I know." Clary sat on the bed and put her arms around Jace's neck. He moved his around her waist and Clary lowered her head onto his chest. They sat like that for awhile, but not long enough for Clary, before they heard footsteps moving along the hall.

So what did you think? Please let me know, I love knowing what you think. The next chapter will becoming out sometime next week.