I'm not abandoning any of my stories. This is just a side project I'll use to vent out any frustration from my other stories. :)

Or if you've never read any of my other stuff, then don't worry 'bout it. ;)

This is mostly a brainless, totally random collection of short drabbles of Simabelle, Malec, Clace, Jaia...Some are fuffy, some are angsty. Some will be all human, some will be Shadowhunter-based.

Some will be in character, but probably not.

Ratings...Hmm...K-T for now...We'll see how it goes. ;)

Disclaimer-For the whole story, because I'm not witty enough to think of a disclaimer pun for every feckin' chapter-I don't own Mortal Instruments. Screw you for eating the last pineapple.

Pairing: Clary/Jace

Genres: Romance/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Universe: All Human

Rating: T for Language and Child Abuse/Physical, Sexual, Mental...

Warnings...Clary goes off the deep end in this chapter, slightly. If you aren't used to vague insanity, you may not understand much of this...:/

Imaginary Friends Last Forever

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Jace had been my only friend, for as long as I could remember.

He was my protector, older brother, teacher. He'd been the one to teach me how to read, how to multiply and divide. He was also like a doctor.

I remembered, when I was six, when Daddy got so made he threw one of the chairs from the kitchen table at me, hitting me in the head and knocking me out.

I'd woken up in bed, Jace holding my head in his lap, holding an icepack to my lumpy head and shushing me when I started to cry, because the pain was nearly unbearable.

But Jace always saved me.

He was always there.

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He always found me, when we played hide-and-seek with each other. He would come up from behind me, his hands shooting to my sides and tickling me relentlessly, causing me to fall to the floor, giggling hysterically.

"Got you," he'd sing, lifting me up over his shoulder and running around the house, screaming like Tarzan.

I don't know how old Jace was, exactly. He always looked like he was in his late teens, but he acted about as mature as I did.

He held me when I fell asleep, and would braid my hair, careful not to touch any cuts or bumps Daddy had left on my head or face when he did so.

Jace would hide in my closet with me, wrapping me in my heavy winter coats and locking the door, holding me securely on my lap while Daddy banged on the door, crooning in a sweet voice that Daddy wanted to see his little girl. Didn't I love him? Why was I hiding from him? He loved me so much.

I cried in Jace's shoulder, fighting the urge to open the door and surrender to my father. But Jace wouldn't let me. His arms were tight around me, and he whispered softly that if I opened the door, Daddy would only hurt me.

He would pull out a flashlight, and read from Alice in Wonderland, one of my favorite books.

To find a new world like that...I felt envious of her.

Jace would kiss my cheek sweetly, reassuring me that he would find a new world for me to live in, one without my father.

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I think I was nine, the first time Daddy touched me in one of my "private parts".

Slid his hand down my jeans, when I was vacuuming the living room, seeing as I did all the housework, otherwise I'd be punished. Jace usually entertained me with funny stories, but I hadn't seen him this morning.

I flinched away from his unwanted touch, my eyes wide. "What are you doing?" I demanded, trying to shield myself even though I was already dressed.

Daddy glared at me, and his hand shot out, catching me by the throat. "You're my daughter, young lady," he snapped. "I have every right to do whatever I want with you."

Then Jace was there, and he pulled me away from Daddy's intruding hands.

In a flash, we were out of the house, and on a dock.

"Jace?" I looked at him. "What are we doing here?"

He shook his head. "I don't know." He took my hand, and we began walking down the pier, staring out into the gray sea. The sky was foggy, mist still rising from the water, creating a gloomy mood.

I stood on the edge, Jace's arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against his chest. "I wish we could go somewhere," I told him. "Leave."

He smiled at me, sadly. "We will," he promised. "I'll take you away from here."

I blinked, and I was laying on the floor of the living room, my pants down and blood on my inner thighs.

Jace stood in front of me, his face troubled. "I'll get you out of here, soon." He picked me up, and carried me to my bedroom to put me to bed.

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I was twelve, when Jace disappeared.

For good.

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I stared at my reflection, tears running down my cheeks.

Nobody to take me away, anymore. No one to shield me from my own reality, filling my thoughts with different worlds and loves.

Why did you leave me?

My stomach hurt. I'd loved Jace, sure, but it'd been a sisterly love.

Now that he was gone, I realized it was so much more than that.

But he was never real.

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I curled into a protective little ball, kicks raining down on me.

"Worthless little pig," he spat. "You can't even cook my damn eggs without burning them!"

I cried silently as he finally stopped, and walked away.

It'd been three years since I'd had comforting arms wrap around me, protecting me from the hurt.

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I sat in my bed, and closed my eyes.

Picturing the pier I'd walked on with Jace, seven years ago.

He was there, just like I'd thought.

Standing on the edge, hands in his pockets.

I walked up to him, slowly.

"It took you long enough," he said, finally.

I shoved at his shoulder, furious at him. "Me? Where the hell were you?" I demanded, pounding at his chest with my fists. "I was all alone, you selfish bastard! Do you know how that is?"

He looked at me, his golden eyes sad. Always sad.

Arms wrapped around me, pulling me against him. "I was lonely, without you here with me," he whispered. "I missed you."

I slumped forward. I'd missed him too much to be mad anymore. My head dropped on his chest. "I missed you, too," I told him.

He hugged me, head resting atop mine.

"Do I have to go back?" I asked, quietly. "I don't want to."

He shook his head. "Never. You can stay with me."

I smiled, and took his hand.

The world around us went dark, and the pier disappeared beneath us, and we both dropped into the open sea.

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Clary was found by her father, sitting on her bed, a serene smile on her face, her eyes lifeless as she stared emptily in front of her, mouthing one name, over and over.

Jace.

He snapped his fingers in front of her, slapped her.

She didn't respond.

Because she was gone.

Gone, finally, to that place that Jace had promised her, a long time ago.

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