Disclaimer: Since I have no idea that Cassie Clare ever heard this song, I'm pretty sure that means that I'm not her. Or am I…*cue scary music*

Hey guys! So, another one-shot. I got inspiration from the song Things Left Unsaid (hence the title) by Discipline. My friend showed me this song a while back and I thought that it was pretty good even if a bit sad (the background music is good) and yeah…so this is for you my awesome friend…who is also the person who gave me this penname (she liked icyfirelove1234 but I did icyfirelove3) If you are reading this, YOU ARE AWESOME!

And I'm planning on making the next chapter a song-fic with the same idea but with the lyrics, making it a song-fic. Oh, and AU…because, well, I think, well, I'll tell you at the end.

This is my second fanfic (the other one being my FTFT songfic) in third person. If you don't know already, I'm a first person writer, so tell me what you think.

Warning: This is kind of sad….

Chapter One: Why Does Love Always feel like a Battlefield

Jace was in the gym, hitting the punching bag with enough force to make it break. He didn't even wear boxing gloves, or put tape over his knuckles to keep them from getting skinned.

Now, after a couple of hours, they were raw and bloody, scarlet blood dotting his knuckles. But he didn't even stop to clean up the wounds, and just kept punching the stupid punching bag. There were even dried dark ruby red stains on the punching bag from his knuckles. No one told him to stop for the fear of becoming the punching bag.

And no one wanted to be Jace's punching bag.

Jace was angry, upset and frustrated, which is why he came to the gym, to vent out all his anger. Again, like it has been going on for a while, they had a fight.

Another one.

They had countless of fights for a while now, and each time it was getting worse and worse. The part that was the worst was the fact that neither of them ever remembered why they were fighting in the first place. It would be one thing that they were talking about and then….they were fighting.

Yet, no one dropped the problem, too stubborn to drop their pride and apologize to the other when they realized that. They didn't make up for days, a week a few times. Only because they were just too stubborn for their own good to swallow their pride once in a while.

Jace's phone rang, the sound of it shrill in his ears. He ignored it; if he picked it up, the person on the end would not be happy. And he didn't want to get into another fight so soon after one with Clary.

The phone stopped ringing to only ring again.

And again.

And again.

Frustrated, he gave a last good hard punch and picked up the phone, not bothering to check caller ID. If it was Clary….

"Hello?" he gruffly said into the phone.

"Hello, is this…Jace Herondale?"

"Yeah," Jace grunted.

"Yes, this is Kaelie calling from St. Xavier's hospital. It says here that you're Clary Fray's boyfriend."

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"Well, sir," Kaelie responded, not letting herself get angry by this rude boy. She felt bad for the girl if this was her boyfriend. "Your girlfriend got into an accident. She was walking and this little girl was crossing the street but a drunk man didn't pay attention to the stop light and Clary saved her. But she got hit instead. We need to come here to sign papers. You're the only one close to her that's in the country right now."

Jace blinked, not really hearing anything after accident. No, he thought while feeling numb all over, this couldn't be happening. Not to me. Not to Clary. No. This phone slipped through his grasp and clattered on the floor, cracking the screen. If that was any other time, he would have been pissed.

But not right now. Not when he was just told that his girlfriend was in the freakin hospital. Jace dove for his keys and sprinted out of the gym and into the parking lot. He quickly found his car and hopped in, speeding all the way to the hospital.

Jace jumped out the car and sprinted into the main lobby after receiving some dirty looks from other people leaving. He nearly jumped on the lady working behind the counter. "I'm here for Clary Fray." he said, making the receptionist look up, not even bothering with a simple hello.

She took him in quickly, drinking in his golden perfect features before snapping herself out of it. Despite his golden good looks – literally – he seemed mean. Yet, he seemed insanely worried now. Whatever… "So you're the boyfriend?" A sparkle of recognition glittered in the receptionist blue eyes. She was pretty, with long straw colored hair, and deep blue eyes, so blue that they might as well been colored contacts.

"Yeah," he said impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor, "can you tell me what room she's in?"

"Go straight down the hall, the room third to last door on the left. I'm warning you, she's in pretty bad shape and she might not make it through the night," the lady warned Jace. But he almost didn't hear the words with the air whipping against his ears and hair as he sprinted down the hall.

And he didn't want to hear them either.

Jace sprinted all the way to the room, not caring about the looks he got from the doctors and nurses. He burst open the door to her room before stopping dead in his tracks.

The girl he loved, the feisty one he fell in love with for all these years was lying broken on the bland white sheets. Her red hair was the only color, much too lively for the rest of the room. Her eyes were closed, so the sparking green eyes didn't add any more color in the room.

Needles were stuck in her arm, a mask over her nose to help her breathe. Her arm was laying in a cast, and so was her leg. They wrapped white around her head, binding her fire red curls to her head.

She looked so…so broken.

Even her skin was paler than usual. Immediately, Jace pulled up a chair next to her upon noticing these things. As he sat down, he remembered that the last thing he did was yell at her, with her storming angrily away, a red fireball of fury.

The door opened, and Jace turned to look back, ready to snap at someone to leave him alone but it was a doctor. His angry retort died in his throat and he swallowed. "How is she?" Jace asked quietly, knowing that he wasn't going to like the truth. The nurse already said that it was bad and getting a full report would hurt even more.

But he had to know.

The doctor studied him for a moment, as if deciding something. The doctor was in fact was wondering whether he should tell the pretty boy everything or just tell him that it was bad and only family could hear the details. But looking at the glint in his eyes, he knew he couldn't give the boy false hope and it looked like he didn't want it either. He wanted to know.

The doctor had caramel colored skin, with golden green eyes that made him look like a cat, the thick black eyeliner making it seem more so. Although his attire was white – which you could tell that he wished it weren't so – his nails were painted a sparkly silver white and his eyes had the same color eye shadow. His name was Magnus Bane but he preferred being called D Bane or just Magnus.

Magnus pulled up a chair next to him, decided to tell this boy the horrid truth. "You know what happened right?" Jace nodded but the doctor didn't seem to notice. "A poor innocent little girl was crossing the street and a drunk driver sped through the red light. Your friend Clary here saved her. But she couldn't save herself."

Jace looked up sharply at the doctor. "What do you mean," the golden boy asked with such a steely edge to his voice that the Doc almost wished that he didn't start telling him the details, "she couldn't save herself?"

Magnus took a deep breath, as he usually did before announcing bad news. It killed him to see someone in bad shape and it was worse seeing the family crying about it too. The sole reason why he became a doctor was to save lives, but he never imaged that the deaths would break his heart over and over again, even if he didn't know them.

"She was in the way of the car. As you can see," Magnus waved his hand to the broken girl under the bland white sheet, "the car didn't stop until it was too late. She has internal bleeding in her head, broken leg, and broken arm. Now she's in coma." He put up a finger for each injury. Three in all and being in coma was much worse than a broken bone.

"Coma?" Jace repeated numbly. The doctor just nodded, fearing what the boy would do if he repeated the word.

"Her chances of survival are really low."

Magnus paused, ready to deliver the killing blow to the golden beauty. He wondered vaguely how someone like him would actually be tied down. Clearing his head he continued. "She's probably not going to make it through the night."

Jace just blinked and continued staring at what's left of the lively girl he knew. The doctor took his cue, clapping Jace's back for support and left the room as silently as a cat. Magnus Bane knew that Jace would need to be alone. Making sure the nurses knew not to go into the room unless absolutely necessary he went to the next patient.

Meanwhile, Jace grasped Clary's hand as soon as he left, as if he thought that if he squeezed it hard enough, she would be okay. But the doctor said she wasn't okay. Even he had a defeated look in his eyes, stamping out the flame of useless hope.

Thank god that Magnus never mentioned the percentage of her survival. That might have landed Jace on a bed as well. The chances were horrible – it would be a miracle if she lived.

Jace, subconsciously and consciously knowing this, tried not to think about it. But how couldn't he, when this might be the last night he got with his one true love? Jace felt the tears spring in his eyes, and didn't move to brush them away. The tears slid down his cheeks, making its way to the tip of his chin. Jace's chin wobbled, losing his control, and fell, sparkling as the light hit it, falling down on Clary's hand.

Jace made sure no tears followed. He had to be strong. He had to get these words out before he lost control completely and just sobbed. Jace wondered how he could have ever yelled at someone like her, who only tired her best to keep their relationship intact.

"Clary," Jace started uncertainly, "Clary, if you can hear me, then please listen. I can't believe it took this for me to realize but I can't lose you. Forget all our fights, I'm holding up the white flag."

"See, you stubbornness won, just as it always had." Jace smiled bitterly at that. "I swallowed my pride. I know, unbelievable, Jace Herondale never swallows his pride. But he just did. You know why?"

Even though Jace didn't know for sure, Clary could hear every word, as clearly as if she was reading written words on a piece of paper. Clary had also felt the crystal tear drop on her hand, killing her on the inside. Someone she loved so dearly, the guy who never shed a tear, just shed a tear over her. She struggled, trying to say something, anything, but the darkness had her chained down, unable to say anything. So she just sat there, limp, not being able to do anything but listen.

"Because I love you, Clary. I really do. Me, the guy who everyone wants to be with, who never loved anyone before just admitted he loved you. Somehow, you wormed yourself into my heart and now I can't get you out."

Clary, who was listening intently, felt like crying. Never, ever since they started fighting six months ago, had he ever said he loved her. She missed the way he said it, the way he had looked at her when he used to say it. She could picture it now, the warm golden eyes that melted her heart smiling as he sad that to her. She wanted to sigh, say I know, anything at all. But the darkness still had its icy clutches around her, reeling her in deeper and deeper.

And now that he was admitting that he still loved her, despite all these stupid fights, it warmed her heart. Clary knew she was close to death, perhaps even dying, but at least Jace hadn't lose his cockiness and being able to joke around. She had missed that.

"And I don't want to get you out," he continued. "Please, just don't leave me. I need a chance to correct myself for all the stupid mistakes I've made, I need to show you that I am worthy of your forgiveness. Please, don't leave me." Jace was resisting the urge to sob now. It was overpowering him, blocking out all of his senses.

And then he couldn't help it, more tears escaped their cage, slipping down his cheeks, as if a fish was freeing itself. His eyes turned red, but not from alcohol this time. There won't be a next time. Ever again.

He would do it, so Clary would be proud of him if – when – she woke up. She had wake up. Otherwise his life was nothing. Nothing at all.

Clary now was sobbing on the inside. He already redeemed himself, knowing his mistake. She never was angry at him, always hoping, knowing that one day he would come to his senses. And he did.

She just wasn't going to be there to see the change.

Despite the tears, Jace started talking again. "Remember that stupid book you made me read? The Beginning of the End? You always did make me try to read those sappy books of yours. To tell you the truth, I never understood it until now. How the maiden felt like she herself was dying when the dude was. Now I get it. I understand it."

"Come back so we can talk about it and giggle like five year olds again. Let me tell you face to face that I love you. That I always have and always will. And so you can tell me that you love me too." Jace stopped talking, and wiped away his traitor tears. Crying wasn't going to make it any better and accomplished nothing.

Suddenly, Clary's hand twitched in his grasp. Jace looked up, his eyes wider that saucers. "Jace?" a small and feminine voice asked weakly.

"Yes?" he responded, hoping that this wasn't a dream. How he would die again if it was.

Clary's eyes fluttered open, her green gaze searching until they meet his face. For a second all she did was look at him, with forgiveness shining in her eyes. Clary wasn't mad at me, he realized. She never was. She knew he was going to come back to her one day. They could live happily ever again, toge–

"Jace," Clary croaked again, her heartbeat racing and the beeps on the monitor proved it. Jace couldn't bring to interrupt her and to tell her to calm down. What he didn't know was that she was struggling so hard to speak to him. "I love you too."

And the light faded from her green eyes as they turned glassy and stared at nothing. There was just one long beep now.

She was gone.

So….tell me what you think? I know, this was really sad. I almost couldn't bring myself to write this, but this idea was hanging out in my brain since forever and it wouldn't go away until it was written. So…yeah this was all human. Or else Magnus could have saved her.

At least Jace realized…and if you didn't get the little hint, Jace became an alcoholic and then they started fighting and stuff…

Anyways, hope you guys liked it. Leave a review and tell me what you think.

And yes, I will write the songfic sometime and then maybe an epilogue…anyways, the songfic one WILL have changes and stuff, making it different.

So stay tuned.

~Icyfirelove3

P.S. If you have read all my other stories, you'll realize that I kept up my 3 day update for anything up! I hope I can keep this up for the next update, CoGH.

P.P.S. Check out the stories I beta for: Bookninja15's stories (too many to list ;P), CoolxNerd's You Should Have Stayed and MollyGM's City of Bones Jace POV! All really good :)