Clary Makes Her Move

Chapter One

Disclaimer: This story is not to be associated with Cassandra Clare or her writing. :P Like it could be mistaken for it anyway.

The sun is setting over Central Park as Jace sits by the lake. It is spring, but still cool out once the sun sets. Jace sits on his jacket to keep his butt dry, and the air temperature doesn't bother him as he sits and thinks. From behind a girl is walking up to Jace. When she arrives within a few steps she lets herself be heard so Jace will turn and look.

"Hi" says Clary.

"Hi there" says Jace with a small smile as he starts to rise.

"Oh, don't get up, I was hoping to join you." says Clary. But it doesn't stop Jace from standing and picking up his jacket and shaking it off.

"That's alright. I was just thinking, but with the sun going down it is getting cold and you don't have a jacket. Here use mine." says Jace as he walks over and gently layers his leather jacket over Clary's shoulders. Clary reaches her right hand across her body and lays it on top of Jace's hand on her shoulder . Her eyes sparkle in the twilight as though they were wet with tears, but her face does not give away any signs that she was crying. Jace keeps his hand under her smaller, warmer hand on her shoulder, afraid to move. He waits for Clary to do something, to make her next move. Their eyes are locked, small smiles are reflected from each of them in the others eyes.

"Jace?" asked Clary now taking the palm of his hand in between both of her warm hands.

"Yes, Clary." said Jace almost holding his breath.

"If you could put aside that we are siblings I want to talk to you as a friend." said Clary.

"Well siblings can still be friends , you know." said Jace with his devilish grin. Clary waited a moment. She knew he was nervous, she was making him nervous, and he wasn't being sarcastic to be mean. She needed to get a grip. A moment later she started.

"I've read stories about people meeting and something is felt between them. I also grew up never knowing of the world you grew up in, that your world, this world even existed outside of some religious fanatics rantings. I would have sooner believed in little green men from Mars then angels walking among humans and protecting us, them, whatever." said Clary. Now she was the one who was flustered. Jace spoke as she tried to gain composure.

"Clary, you are a Shadowhunter. There is no doubt in my mind about this. Magnus admitted about your mother bringing you to him to erase the evidence, if nothing else comes into your pretty little head..." said Jace, but Clary interrupted him.

"You think my head is pretty?" asked Clary. Jace smiled a very big smile when he realized this had nothing to do with discussing angels and demons.

"Yes, Clary, I think you have a very pretty head and it is connected to a very sexy body." said Jace as he stepped closer. There wasn't any room left in between them, not even enough for the knowledge that they were brother and sister.

"We've only met a short time ago, my world has been turned upside down, I'm not sure about anything anymore. I don't know what is real or imagined. I sometimes think I am going crazy. And through all of this you are always by my side." said Clary.

"Crazy isn't so bad sometimes." said Jace leaning his head closer , but still waiting for Clary to make a move.

"I care for you more then I think you may want me to. I know that previously you told me..." said Clary, but now it was Jace's turn to interrupt her.

"Shh, I don't remember telling you anything, shh." said Jace letting his breath slowly continue over Clary's lips. Clary's mind went blank as she leaned in to kiss Jace. His eyes closed as if under a spell while his arms enveloped completely around her, holding Clary tightly. Clary never felt so safe or secure before. This kiss, this admission that they both felt desire to be together opened Clary's vaulted heart, the one she closed when she learned what her mother did. Jace too was giving in to his one weakness he never let anyone know, that he was vulnerable when he loved someone. Not since he lost his beloved falcon to his twisted father's desire to teach Jace a lesson, to hurt Jace by taking this love away, has Jace let anyone know how afraid he was to love someone and lose them. But Clary broke through that barrier and he had to admit he was an open book to her. They came from different worlds, but love found them and brought them together.

I thought I had something, but now that it is down I think it is flat. What do you think?