Here we go! My third fanfiction! I was going to wait until I found a Beta Reader, but I just couldn't resist publishing this. I hadn't planned on writing a Jace and Clary story, but once I got the idea, it just wouldn't go away. Hope you enjoy! And also, there is no cursing in this, besides the occaisonal "Jace let out a curse." I don't actually tell you what the curse is. If you don't like it, pretend one is there. You don't need bad words to make a story better, and I see no point in putting them. Oh, and this takes place after COG. (City of Glass)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments Series, and I don't make money off of this!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Jace cocked an eyebrow at me. "You know, I hate it when you do that." Clary replied, ignoring his question. "Hate it when I do what?"

"Raise your eyebrow. I've always wished I could do that." He burst out laughing. "You've always wanted to be able to raise your eyebrow?"

"Oh shut up." She threw a pillow at him, hitting the power button on the remote. They had been watching a movie in her bedroom, curled up together. Clary hopped off the bed, and slipped her shoes. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

"Yeah, that's real descriptive. Thanks."

"You're welcome my sarcastic friend."

"You'd rather me be sulky and rude?"

"I'd rather you didn't say anything."

"Ah, so you'd rather gaze upon my handsome face."

"You're a real pain, you know that?" Jace only grinned. "Now seriously, where are you going?"

"Central Park. I need to get out of here."

"Not without me you're not."

"Who invited you?"

"I invited myself." Clary rolled her eyes, slipping on a pair of jeans over her cotton shorts, and grabbing her weapons. "Inviting yourself is rude."

"I ever claim not to be?" He replied. Clary chose not to respond to this. Jace pulled his jacket on, strapping his weapon's belt on as he did so. "Hurry it up, will ya?" Clary complained, tapping her foot impatiently. Jace only gave a short laugh, which made her roll her eyes again.

They walked down the hall and to the elevator, pausing to wait for it to arrive. The doors dinged open, and as soon as Jace was inside, Clary hit the down button. He leaned against the wall, and grinned at her.

"What?" Instead of answering, he leaned over and kissed her. She pushed him away. "I hate when you do that."

"No you don't. You find it charming." Clary gave him a glare, which he responded to by kissing her again. "Oh, stop that!" She shoved him away, harder this time. The elevator opened, and she ran out, not bothering to wait for Jace to catch up. "And I hate it when you do that!" Jace replied. "Why? I'm only running away."

"Exactly. I'm not used to beautiful young girls running away from this handsome face." Clary only laughed, and ran faster, but Jace had soon caught up. "Can't get away from me that easily."

"That's what you think." Grinning, she stuck out her foot to trip him, but he easily sidestepped it. "Oh, no you don't. Do you think I'm really that clumsy?"

"Yup." She gave him her cutest look, which made him sigh. "I really dislike you sometimes, you know that?"

"You could never dislike me. And anyway, you find it amusing." She put on a burst of speed, but Jace ran even faster. "What's the point of running to the park anway? You can just do a portal."

"You know, there's this really interesting thing called exercise. And the point wasn't to get to Central Park. It was to get out and jog for a while."

"Don't know the meaning of exercise. In my book, it's called training. Much better use of time."

"Maybe you need to get a new book. And sure, training's a great use of time if you want to get pummeled to death."

"Hey, it's not my fault I beat everyone." Clary just playfully swatted her hand at him. They reached Central Park, and she jogged over to their favorite spot by the group of oak trees. She threw herself on the ground, staring up at the sky. Jace had soon joined her. "Ah, so this is why you wanted to get out." He propped himself up on his elbow, grinning mischieveiously at her, and leaning down to kiss her. She gave him a glare, and shoved him away. "Not everything, Jace Lightwood, is about you." He looked shocked. "I'll just take my wounded ego and go sit on the park bench then."

"Good, then I can get some peace and quiet."

"I don't know why I put up with you."

"Yes you do. It's cause you're madly in love with me." Jace only shook his head, and kissed her. "Jace, we're in public." She protested. He drew out his stele, and marked a couple of runes on his arm, then on hers. "Not anymore we're not." She only laughed, and kissed him back. They kissed for a while, then leaned back and watched the sunset. Jace laid back on the grass, and after a moment, Clary rested her head on his chest. He stroked her hair, and she could tell he was watching her. "What?" She murmured sleepily. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are." He said. "And you know what? This is a million times better than that dumb old movie you were making us watch." She gave a little laugh, and turned her head so she was gazing up at him. "I love you Jace." She whispered.

"I love you too Clary." Clary would have given anything for that moment to last forever, just watching the sunset, cuddling up with Jace. But nothing could ever last forever…

It was beginning to get dark, and while they had a few weapons on them, it wasn't enough if they ran into several demons. "We better be getting back. Maryse will be wondering." Jace said finally. Clary nodded, and stood up. They began walking back, and she wrapped her arm around Jace, leaning into his shoulder. She felt his arm come around, holding her tight. "Jace, promise me something."

"Anything." He replied. "That you'll always love me, no matter what." She said. He gave her an odd look. "Clary, why would you ask something like that? Of course I'll always love you. Nothing could ever change that." She gave a small nod, and Jace studied her for a moment. She seemed a little sad, but he doubted she would want to talk about it. So instead, he just held her tighter, and rested his head on hers. She let out a little sigh of contentment in response.

They had walked a ways, when they reached a dark street. "That's weird. The streetlights aren't on." Clary commented. Jace pulled out his witchlight, gesturing for Clary to do the same. "I don't like this Jace." Clary said. "Neither do I." Jace had a seraph blade out, Clary her dagger. Something just wasn't quite right. Suddenly, off to their left, their heard a low growl.

I know, I know, leaving on a cliffhanger. But it was the best place to stop. The good news is, the next chapter is written. The bad news is, it hasn't been edited, so I've still got a little bit of work. I'll it up by the end of the week, unless I find a Beta Reader, and then it might be longer. But not too much longer!

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-Narnian Lights