AN: So I've been contemplating this for a bit, ever since one of my lovely readers suggested I start saving them so that I could someday post them. Let me backtrack. You see, when I write, if I don't like something or it doesn't fit with the direction later, I usually just go back and delete or rewrite whatever it was I originally wrote. I mentioned this to a reader while we were PM'ing and she suggested I start saving them. I was in the middle of writing the 10th chapter of CoH at the time. And then it happened. A bit I decided didn't fit. And so I saved it in a new file before deleting it. Since then, I have been surprised by how much stuff I apparently change or delete, and that new file has slowly been filling. So then I started to wonder if you guys would like reading it. First I posted this question on my profile page, and I was surprised with how many PM's I got from you guys responding enthusiastically. And then, when posting the most recent chapter of CoH yesterday, I asked again in the authors notes and got another positive response to it. So I decided to go ahead and do it. While I know that it is starting with the 10th chapter, it's what I got.

Also! Please, please, please, pay attention to the notes I write before the outtake. There may be some (one for certain) that might receive more than the T rating that I have given this. On those, I will definitely bold the M rating if I feel a particular outtake deserves it.

As always, I hope those of you who wanted this, enjoy. And if you didn't want this, but find yourself reading it anyway . . . happy reading. I hope you all get a kick out of it.

Chapter 10: Helpless

(This takes place after Jace talks to Max and enters his room to find Clary sleeping on his bed. I decided to not include this during editing. I figured that him not touching her or admitting anything out loud was worse than giving him that release. Yes. I'm mean like that, lol.)

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Standing outside his door, Jace's heart thrummed painfully. He rested his hand on the doorknob, but couldn't actually bring himself to go in. She was asleep when he had left, but would she be asleep now? And if she wasn't . . . what was he supposed to say to her. She found him sickening after all. Sighing, Jace opened the door and stepped into the room. He bit the inside of his cheek. The moon was shining through the window and casting it's glow across his bed, where Clary was still sleeping. In the pale moonlight, she looked peaceful and beautiful. He felt like someone was gripping his heart as he crossed silently to the bed. She was still hugging his shirt to her and at one point her nose crinkled to whatever it was she was dreaming. Reaching forward, Jace grazed her cheek with his finger and swept away a ruby curl that lay across her face. Would she find that sickening, he wondered.

Quietly, he lowered himself to his knees in front of his bed and stared at her intently. He didn't know if she was a heavy sleeper or not. His only experience with her sleeping had been when she was unconscious and near death. When she still didn't wake, he turned and sat on the floor with his back pressed against the mattress.

"I love you." His words were barely a whisper, but he still turned his head to see if it had woken her up. It hadn't, so he continued. "I know you say that I can't or that I shouldn't, but I don't know how to stop. I wish I did, Clary . . . tell me how to stop. Please—please tell me how to think of you like a sister and not like—" Jace laid his head back on the bed and looked at her sleeping face once more. She was so beautiful. Every time he looked at her, he could feel himself falling even more in love with her, and now was no different. He couldn't do it, he realized. He would never be able to think of her like a sister. "It's impossible," he whispered miserably, dropping his head in his hands.

Chapter 11: The Bro Code

(This was the beginning of Avoidance. After seeing Jace call Clary over and over again, Magnus decided it was time to intervene. Originally Jace would have ended up having breakfast with Magnus, but then I decided that Jace might like a shower more, so this got scrapped.)

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"That's it!" Magnus swept elegantly into the room, his glittered eyes flashing and a crushed glass cape flowing out behind him. "Phone. Now."

Jace crossed his arms. "What the hell are you talking about? And don't you knock? And what the hell is that?" He pointed at the cape.

"Oh," Magnus smiled, spinning. "Do you like it? I created it myself."

Jace's brow ticked upward. "Just because you like to watch fashion shows, does not make you a designer."

"And just because you say you'll stop pestering Clary, doesn't mean you will." Magnus retorted without missing a beat. "It has been four days and you've called her how many times? Now, while I don't consider you and I bosom buddies by any means . . . I can only stand by idly for so long as you make a complete and utter ass out of yourself. I'm sure there is a 'bro code' somewhere that I am supposed to abide by."

Jace stared at Magnus. Was he serious? The warlock who contained more femininity than most women he knew, wanted to talk about a bro code? "What could you possibly know about the bro code?"

"Not much," Magnus shrugged theatrically. "Though I'm sure there is something in there about guys not allowing other guys to call their sisters and profess their undying love for them—"

"You're not funny." Jace snapped.

"Oh, I don't know . . . I have my moments," Magnus said, sounding bored. "But what you're doing—you're right, it's not funny." And then the warlock sighed. "Just give her time—give yourself some time. Come eat something."

Jace bit the inside of his cheek. "Fine." Turning he reached back for his phone, but just as he picked it up, it disappeared into thin air. He whirled on the warlock, his body tense. "Where is it?" He demanded.

"Eat without your phone." Magnus said. "I'm going to leave it in here."

"Are you serious?" Jace asked, throwing his hands up. Already he was feeling anxiety at not having his phone. What if she called? What if she needed him?

"Not usually," Magnus said, checking his nails for defects. "But this time, yes."

"But—"

"Has she answered any of the times you called?" Magnus cut him off.

"No, but—"

"Has she called you back?"

"Well, no. But—"

"Then chances are you'll be safe for the next half hour while your boney ass eats something," Magnus said, stepping aside.

Jace glowered at the warlock. "I knew you were staring at my ass," he grumbled pushing past him and out the door.

"Don't flatter yourself, cupcake. I've seen better." Magnus called after him, and Jace laughed despite himself. Turning, he looked at the warlock who was close behind him now.

"You remember what happened last time you said you saw something better?" Jace asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Don't make me pull down my pants in order to prove the magnificence of my ass. And don't think I wont."

"Oh, I've no doubt you will," Magnus retorted with a raised brow and still looking unimpressed. "But I will have to ask you not to. I like my eyes and the idea of having to gouge them out is not something I would like to have to do."

Jace stared at him. So I sicken Clary and I can't attract a gay warlock—good thing I'm so damn good looking, he thought sardonically.

Chapter 11: The Beard

(This small excerpt was from when Jace was looking at himself in the mirror of the bathroom.)

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This was the one area Jace failed miserably at. It's why he kept himself shaved. He couldn't grow a full beard. All the charm and looks in the world, and yet, he couldn't manage to keep it from coming in patchy.