So this is my first fanfiction. I've been reading them for awhile now and decided to give my own ideas a shot! Disclaimer: I don't own anything ya-da ya-da. Possible lemons.
Jace turned the knob and thrust the door open. Instantly, he heard a sharp thud against the door. Jace reached into the darkness and turned on the light. He first looked to the bed where hoping to hell he would find Clary. He filled with relief when he was met with two emerald-green eyes looking back at him in bewilderment. Confused by her reaction, he turned to the door and found a silver dagger imbedded in the wood, inches from his head.
Jace realized his fault as Clary now looking annoyed simply asked "Can I help you?!"
Jace regained his calm and sarcastic composure and replied "You know there really isn't a need for you to be sleeping with a dagger underneath your pillow" as he yanked the dagger from the door and twisted in his hands.
Clary rolled her eyes and snorted as she climbed out of bed "We both know that you have slept with a seraph blade under yours since we got here 10 years ago."
Jace watched her as she sauntered over to him. She was wearing dark booty shorts and a faded blue, loose-fitting tank top. He noted her lack of bra by the bare swells of her breasts peeking through the sides. Her face was fresh and bare of makeup. The only distraction from her porcelain skin being the slight dust of freckles across her face and the red curls against her temples that had escaped from her bun. Inside Jace was still reeling from his dream and just wanted to stare and memorize every part of her but, he saw the questioning look in her eyes.
With a smirk Jace asked "So, how did you sleep?"
Unconvinced by his exterior Clary replied "You mean before you came barging in? Slightly too heavy I would say because that dagger should have been imbedded in your head." She crossed her arms against her chest and frowned at the dagger in thought.
"Don't be too upset," Jace said as he flipped the dagger in the air only to catch it and hurl it at the wall. "It's not your fault that I have amazing reflexes." Jace smirked at the dagger that was now pinned directly in the head of a demon. One of Clary's many drawings of the Shadow World that were scattered across her walls.
Clary didn't turn around; she didn't need to see to know that the dagger hit right where he intended, she just stared at Jace expectantly. Jace looked back to Clary or down to her as he stood about a foot taller.
"Or maybe you just need more practice, which is exactly why I am here. Come on its 6a.m, we need to train." It wasn't a complete lie but the excuse rolled easily off Jace's tongue. Never the less, it seemed to satisfy her.
She gave a small smile "Good idea. Two minutes and I'll meet you in the training room." She turned around and started toward the bathroom door but turned back and said "Wait, do I get breakfast?"
Jace rolled his eyes with impatience but smiled "How does an apple sound?"
"Ooh, my favorite." She replied with slight sarcasm and a laugh.
Clary turned back around and walked toward the bathroom, pulling her tank top over her head in the process. Jace hesitated only a moment to stare at the slight dimples in her lower back before closing the door and making his way back to his room.
Once inside his room, Jace headed for the bathroom to brush his teeth, but once in there he could only stare at his reflection lost in thought. Jace was on edge.
It was only a dream. He thought to himself.
But it had felt so real. He looked down at his hands. In his mind, he saw them covered in blood as Clary's lifeless body lay in front of him. Jace gripped the sink, his knuckles white. No. Not her. Not Clary.
The knock at the door broke him from his thoughts.
"Jace, let's go! Everybody is already in the training room. Sebastian says he wants to spar with you… Oh and Clary says don't forget her apple!" Alec shouted through the bedroom door.
Jace sensed Alec's retreat back to the training room and quickly brushed his teeth and changed into a wife beater and training pants. As he walked down the hallway to the training room Jace resolved to figure it out later. But right then, the one thing he knew, the one thing he knew all his life, was that he would do anything to protect her.
Clary, flat on her back, gasped as she felt the air return to her lungs. "Jace, if you knock the wind out of me one more time, by the angel, I will see to it that pretty boy face of yours never again sees the light of day!" she screamed.
Jace was breathing hard. He knew he was being rough on her today but, he needed to know that if the time came she would be able to defend herself. Granted she's been training as a Shadowhunter her whole life and the extra angel blood running through her veins probably didn't hurt either. However, one can never be over prepared.
"Clary, you are not looking alive here. Don't tell me to go easy on you. Is a greater demon going to take is easy on you?!" Jace said. His voice strained.
Clary, eyes wide and teeth clenched, looked offended. "I think I'm well enough equipped to handle it, don't you?" She spat.
Clary swiftly stood and turned on her heel, headed for the door. The others, who were working different training measures around the room, turned their attention to the commotion.
"Hey, we're not done here!" Jace lurched after Clary. Before he could grab her shoulder, Clary round-house kicked him in the jaw. Jace flew to the side and landed on the mat with a loud bang. He could taste blood in his mouth, his jaw was probably broken. By the time he looked up Clary was already gone.
Jace saw Alec rushing over in concern. Alec rolled Jace to his back. Jace began to shake his head then winced at the pain that it caused to his jaw.
Seeing Jace was still conscious Alec relaxed. He sat back and in resolve he simply asked, "How about an iratze?" Jace clenched his eyes closed but, gave Alec a thumbs-up.
With a freshly drawn healing rune and a bag of ice Jace lazily opened Clary's bedroom door and sat down on her bed. He could hear her in the shower. He began to count the cracks in the wooden floor to keep his imagination from wandering to those images… Jace looked up as the bathroom door flew open. Clary walked out wrapped in a white fluffy towel. She didn't startle at Jace sitting on her bed, she was use to him being there. Without even looking at him, she grabbed a v-neck t-shirt and pair of jeans from her dresser. She walked straight back to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Jace let out a large sigh and fell back on the mattress, tossing the stupid bag of ice to the floor. He rolled over to the wall and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, he felt the bed deepen next to him. He rolled to face her but, found his face pressed into her side. Instead of pulling back he simply breathed her in and leaned into further. She was sitting up against the head-board, her knees bent with her arms resting atop them. She looked down at Jace with a smirk as his face nuzzled her side.
"mm mmmmm." She heard him mumble. She grabbed a fistful of his golden curls and through his head back on to the pillow.
"Ow! I said I'm sorry!" He said his face screwed up in mock pain.
"Oh, yeah? What for?" She retorted, her attitude clear.
Jace sat up on his elbow and rested his head in his hand. He looked up at her with his infamous smirk "That you're a pain in my ass." He stated.
Clary let out a soft laugh. She shoved Jace playfully, her anger gone. Clary relaxed and grabbed her sketch book. Jace watched her bow her head over her sketchbook in concentration. He watched as the early noon light cascaded over her features. The sunlight made her red hair look like it was glowing with fire. He had always thought Clary was beautiful but, more and more recently he was beginning to realize just how much she meant to him.
"Eh hem." He was brought out of his thoughts by Clary clearing her throat. She was looking at him quizzically.
"You are doing it again." She said. "Like there is something you are not telling me…" She was searching his eyes now.
Jace sat up now and placed his hands on either side of her face. He spoke in seriousness. "Listen, Clary. I know I was hard on you in training but, I want you to understand that no matter what happens I just need to know you are safe."
Clary was caught off guard by his sincerity. She and Jace have been best friends their whole lives. It was obvious that they would stick together through anything. But, why now did she need protecting? Jace let his hands fall from her face but, still stared at her in worry. Clary could sense his distress.
"Is this about Valentine?" She demanded. "Jace have you heard something?! You have to tell me!" Clary was beginning to shout in panic. "You can't worry about protecting me; we have to think about everyone else! Our angel—" Jace clamped his hand over mouth. No one could know the experiments Valentine had done to them.
"Shhhhh! Calm down or they will hear you!" He whispered harshly.
Clary pushed his hand away and looked at him with a scowl.
"Clary you know your dad is dead." Jace said softly.
"Along with Jonathan…" Clary added robotically. She looked down at her lap in sadness. Jace frowned in pity. He thought back to that fateful night.
Jace lay bruised and bleeding in the corner of the cellar. His hands and feet bound with rope; Valentine's quick fix, to keep the nine-year old from lashing out again. Jace was just coming to. His vision blurred. He saw in the other corner was Clary. Only eight years old, she was holding herself crying, her yellow nightgown now covered in dirt.
"Stop it or I'll deal with you now, instead of later!" He heard Valentine growl at her.
He looked to the center of the room. There he saw Valentine painting a pentagram on the ground. Kneeling in the center of it was Jonathan. The ten-year old was shirtless. Demonic runes painted in blood adorned his chest. His dark black hair was matted to his forehead and he stared impassively at the ground.
Jace knew what was going on. Valentine in his conquest for power over the Downworlders wanted to create a new, superior being. He had secretly fed his pregnant wife Jocelyn demon blood, in hopes the child would have supernatural abilities. To his disappointment, besides his deep black irises, Jonathan's strength and speed barely surpassed that of a normal Shadowhunter. He then decided he needed something more powerful, an angel. He summoned and captured the angel Ithuriel, then fed his blood to Jace's mother Celine. Valentine found Celine on the streets, young, widowed, and with child. He claimed to take her in out of the kindness in his heart… When Jocelyn was once again with child he did the same.
As Jace and Clary grew he saw their advancements. Jace was physically exceptional when it came to combat and Clary could create and enhance runes. But they were too kind, too moral. Not the ruthless warriors Valentine needed. So, despite all of their skills, Valentine focused on Jonathan. He observed that when visibly angry, the boy's abilities heightened. It was this that brought them there that night. Valentine was going to sacrifice Sebastian's mortality so that his demonic side may reign true. He planned to dispose of Jace and Clary once he was finished.
Celine and Jocelyn were already dead. In fear, Clary told them of Valentines plot. They confronted Valentine and threatened to turn him into the Clave. For their treachery, he slaughtered them. After seeing his mother cold and lifeless, Jace attacked. Despite his growing abilities, Valentine over powered him. He was awaking now just in time. Valentine left the room to retrieve another spell book.
"Jonathan, it's not too late! We can all get out of here." Jace's voice was a strained whisper.
Jonathan didn't move but, his brow deepened. Jace and Jonathan had been together since he was born. They were best friends. He wouldn't give up on him now?
"Please, Jonathan. Help me. Help Clary, she needs you…" At the mention of his sister Jonathan looked up in determination.
"Alright." He said. He looked to his little sister. She was no longer crying. Her eyes were wide as she listened to the boy's exchange. "Clare bear we're going to need some destruction runes."
Clary nodded and raced toward the work bench where Valentine left his stele. As she set to work on the ground beneath her, Jonathan ran over to untie Jace.
"Powerful ones sissy, we need to bring the whole building down." He continued.
Just then Valentine reappeared. He started toward Jace and Jonathan with fury etched on his face. Suddenly, he was thrown off-balance as the ground beneath him and walls began to tremble like an earthquake. Valentine looked around the room in shock before he laid his eyes on Clary, with a stele in her hand. Valentine began to curse and grabbed the nearest sword mounted on the wall. He stalked towards Clary but, Jonathan ran to intercede before he could strike.
As Jonathan fought Valentine for the sword he yelled to Jace. "Get her out of here! I'll hold him off!"
Jace grabbed Clary's hand and pulled her towards the cellar stairs. They raced to the top and out into the yard.
"Head for the road!" Jace yelled to her before turning back down the stairs to retrieve Jonathan. He caught himself on the bottom step. His eyes filled with tears as he stared into Jonathan's, just as Valentine plunged the blade into Jonathan's heart. Jace watch as the life slowly left his eyes.
Valentine had a crazed smile on his face and turned toward Jace. But, before he could even start toward him the ceiling caved in, burying him and Sebastian's body in rubble. Jace wasted no time as he raced back up the steps, the stairs behind him crumbling in his wake. He barely made it out in time and rolled off the hill towards the road.
After that Jace and Clary spent two days walking. Clary cried the whole way until, they were picked up by a couple of horseback riders. Jace had not seen Clary cry since. The riders took them to the Clave, in the city of Alicante, to decide their fate. It was this that brought them to the Institute.
Jace looked down at Clary, who was twiddling her fingers.
"Jace, I…" Clary began but, Jace cut her off.
"Hey, enough with the heavy." He said.
Jace stretched and got up. Clary let out a sigh and gave Jace a soft smile. She stretched her arms towards Jace and he grabbed her hands pulling her up off the bed.
"You know what? Since you obviously doubt my shadowhunting skills, how about we have a little competition?" Clary said smirking.
Jace crossed his arms and then stroked his chin in an exaggerated way. "What's this you say?" he pondered.
"Pandemonium. Tonight. First one to a kill a demon wins. Loser buys the other shots." Clary stated.
At this Jace grinned and chuckled. This would be easy. He inched slowly closer to Clary, in mock seduction, till they were centimeters apart. He breathed lightly down on her and twirled his finger in her red curls.
"Are you sure you want to challenge me?" He whispered smiling.
Clary was not phased by his antics. She closed the distance between them. Gracefully she walked her fingers up his chest. Jace's smirk began to falter.
She slid her pointer finger up his neck and under his chin while seductively whispering "My preferred liquor is patron." Then, she flicked her finger off his chin.
Jace narrowed his eyes and slowly walked backward to the door. His eyes never leaving hers, he opened it. He raised his eyebrows and nodded. "You are on." He said before departing and shutting the door behind him.