Disclaimer - I do not own the charactors. They belong to Cassandra Clare.
Me- Can i have Jace please?
CC- No
Me- Oh come on! pretty please?
CC-No
Me- What about Simon?
CC- No
Me- Alec?
CC- No
Me- Any of them?
CC- Hell NO! Mine! All mine!
Me- -murmurs- pedo *cough* phile
AN: My story is continued from City of Ashes, where Clary just woke up on Luke's truck with Simon and Jace and Luke driving. Also, this is a "What If" story. So Simon might not have lived after all.
Thanks to Shinigamigurl who edited this.
Chapter 1-
Simon froze. Clary stared at him for a moment, wondering what was wrong. A stream of sunlight passed through the back window of the truck and hit her shoulder.
She looked towards Jace to find him staring out the window with a pale face. She turned around and faced the eastern horizon; there she saw the first edge of the sun casting a bright-red light on the river and spreading out across the surface of the water with a shimmering golden frame.
"No!" she whispered as she knew what was happening. No, No, NO! Her heart screamed at her head to do something, anything… but she knew it was useless.
Jace looked at her with an emotionless expression, and then glanced at Simon; who sat, unmoving and staring at the mounting sun like a trapped mouse staring at the eyes of a starving cat.
Jace got up in a swift, graceful movement and walked over to the truck cab, next to where Luke was driving. He said something and Luke looked back at Simon, Clary and then Jace, with a sad and defeated expression.
They all knew what that look meant, but no one gave up. Luke pushed harder on the gas pedal as Clary grabbed the side of the vehicle to hold herself secure.
Now Jace had lost his cool expression and started shouting at Luke to make this stupid thing go faster, but Clary knew they'd never make it to the bank in time.
"There must be something," she said desperately to Simon, hoping he could say or give her something to make everything alright, or just give her faith to believe in the impossible. She couldn't believe in less than five minutes, she had gone from incredulous relief to incredulous horror.
"We could cover you, maybe, with our clothes-" as she said this, her voice turned to a plea. She forgot about the others in the truck as she stared at a still unmoving Simon.
"A pile of rags won't work," he said. "Raphael explained – it takes walls to protect us from sunlight. It'll burn through the cloth."
"But, there must be something-"
"Clary." She saw in the gray predawn light, Simon's eyes, which were huge and dark but fitted his pale white face. He held out his hand, "Come here."
She only needed to move forward a few inches to be in his arms. Her arms formed a choke hold on his neck, trying to cover as much of his body as she could with her own. She now completely accepted the fate of Simon.
They sat in silence, arms draped around each other. She could feel his cold body against hers and her tears that now soaked his shirt. She searched her mind for words to saw to him but none came.
More liquid flowed down her cheeks as she choked on her words. He had already died once and it was her fault, now it was going to be her fault once more. Except this time, she would no longer be able to hold onto Simon as he became lifeless. His body would soon turn into ash.
She finally found her voice, "I won't let you die." She said firmly.
He chuckled without humor, "Oh, but I'm already dead." Then his expression turned serious. "I don't think you get a choice." She felt him smile. "I didn't think I'd get to see the sun again," he said. "I guess I was wrong."
"Simon-"
Jace shouted something that made Clary look up. The Sky was tainted with rose-colored light, like dye poured into clear water.
Simon tensed in her arms. "I love you," he whispered lovingly. "I have never loved anyone else but you."
Gold threads shot across the rosy sky like the gold veining in expensive marble. The surface of the water surrounding them burned with light and Simon went stiff, his head fell back with his dark eyes reflected the glowing color of the river's surface as black lines appeared on his skin, spreading like the cracks of a shattering statue.
"Simon!" Clary screamed. She reached for Simon but felt herself being pulled backwards; it was Jace, his hands were gripping the sides of her shoulders.
She tried to struggle free, but his arms held her tightly. He was saying something in her ear, again and again, but it took her a few moments to understand him:
"Clary, don't look. Don't look."
"No…no…" she cried.
Suddenly there was an ear splitting scream, and Simon was gone.
Clary turned around and clung to Jace with all the strength she had, and cried into his shirt.
Clary suddenly felt tired, so very tired…
Her hands fell to her sides and she fell on Jace, it was only when she was about to close her eyes, did she realize that Jace had been repeating her name softly, over and over.
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