A/N: I don't know what was running on my mind when I made this, but this is a scene from a story that I'll be revising very soon.


Two months. Two months had gone by since she left; since she manipulated them into thinking she was done working for the bad guys yet she continued to haunt his dreams.

Every night, she was always present in his dreams. He hasn't been himself since she left. She took a part of him that even he didn't know that existed. It was driving him fucking crazy.

Her eyes, he would remember, would have that mischievous glint in them. Her eyes that he would try so hard to erase in his mind, but he can't. He allowed himself to love and to be loved. He wanted to be mad; he wanted to shake in anger, yet he wanted her.

But he couldn't.

He knew she has a few tricks up her sleeve; he couldn't be fooled once more.

He was going to focus on the mission.

Bring down Valentine.

He knew something was holding her back. It was an easy kill, but something was holding her from pulling that trigger. This made him intrigued, curiosity getting the best of him.

He remember how willing he was to die for her,

He looked at her straight in the eye; he didn't know that it would come to this.

"Clary." He breathed.

He tried to find any emotions running through her eyes, but she hid her emotions well. She knew what he was playing at.

He tried to step forward, but she quickly pointed a gun at him.

"I suppose you know how this goes, Jace." She said, "But I'll say it anyway, move a muscle and I'll be putting a bullet through your head."

"Can you?" He asked, trying to buy time for Isabelle and Alec to crash in.

"Don't tempt me, Herondale." She said coldly.

"So it's Herondale now?" He asked, "Whatever happened to calling me Jace?"

"Whatever happened to all those memories we had together-"

"You better stop what you're saying right now, Herondale or I'll be forced to pull the trigger." She said, holding the gun firmly in her hands.

"Go on then," He said, "Shoot me."

She blinked several times; he noticed how her breathing had changed. She definitely did not expect him to say that.

He stayed put, the ball was in her court. Either she shoots him or she gets killed by one of the Clave's agents.

Suddenly, they heard gunshots outside. She made the mistake by looking back at her shoulder; He took the chance and disarmed her.

But she wasn't going to go down easily. She put up a fight.

She managed to punch him till he tackled her to the floor.

He pinned her down on the floor, kicking the gun from her reach. He then looked at her; she involuntarily shivered at how close he was. He loved the effect he had on her.

"Tell me something, Clary," He started to say, his eyes looking down at her lips ran back up to her eyes, "You could've shot me when you had the chance, but why didn't you?"

"Jace-" She gasped when he fell to her side, cradling his injured arm while his blood was seeping through his shirt. She was frozen for a moment until she felt his brother's voice and strong hands gripping her forearm and forcing her to stand up.

"Clary!" She snapped into reality, blinking, she took a look around her and it took everything she had not to run to his side and help him.


A/N: I guess this is an open ending, for now.