A/N ~ Soooo hey-lo there! This is my second attempt at a MI fic…My first one was just a rewrite of a scene in COG so it couldn't of been that great. I don't know where I got the inspiration for this but it is going somewhere…..however the first chapter might just be pure fluff, I do love good fluff. I definitely will have plenty of Clary/Jace in this, and some Alec/Magnus, those are my favorite pairings…I really can't say who I like Simon with better but I'm leaning towards Isabelle, Maia seems more of a friend person, know what I mean? If you want me to keep writing, tell me in a review, and put who you wanna see Simon with, if you care. I have an idea for the plot, but I don't know if I should go through with it. I guess I'll see how many reviews I get, but TRUST ME, I am NOT going to ask for so many reviews to keep writing, I hate that. I probably am making you really really bored with my endless drabble of meaningless stuff so…

ONWARD WITH THE STORY *cue epic fanfare music* lolz :D

OH! I almost forgot…

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, the Clave does! teehee. As for the book series…The fabulous Cassandra Clare owns that. If I owned it, would I even be on this website? No, I don't think so.

-XXx..o..xXX-

The words that were about to form on her lips melted away as his thumb came up to caress her cheek.

"Jace…" Clary murmured, unable to say anything more than that. His lips brushed against hers and his grip on her waist tightened as Jace pressed Clary closer to himself. The hand that wasn't already on Clary's face moved up her side so he was cupping her cheeks in his rough, calloused hands with un-matching, slender, pianist fingers. Clary felt like she was going to dissolve, when Jace held her she turned into putty. When he pulled away she almost lost her balance, and Jace smirked at this.

"I've been known to make girls dizzy with my angelic charm, but never have I had someone almost fall over in front of me. If you wish to drop to your knees and worship me I suggest you do it in a more graceful manner, your clumsiness is a disgrace to my amazing good looks." He said with a cocky grin, pressing his forehead to hers, and steadying her with his arms. Clary pulled back from his embrace for a second and slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Way to let your ego ruin the moment Lightwood." Clary tried to sound angry but wasn't capable of it. "Come to think of it, I was enjoying myself before your sarcastic outburst." At this, Jace chuckled. He always found that when Clary tried to be angry she just made herself more adorable. Knowing it would make her blush, he said,

"You know that I think you sound adorable when you try to be angry at me?" And he succeeded. The traitorous flow of red rushed into Clary's cheeks as she turned her face away from Jace.

"I'm not… trying. I really am… angry…" But she wasn't able to form a real sentence. Clary could feel Jace's finger lifting her face up so their gazes met, his soft gold eyes boring into her fierce green ones. Instantly, she cast her eyes down to her feet, but Jace wouldn't have it. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear,

"You can't possibly be angry at me." His breath was hot and husky on her ear, his lips ever so slightly brushing her ear lobe. Then, he nipped at it, and ran a trail of open mouthed kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then her chin, and finally, her lips. Clary sighed in pleasure and gave into the kiss, moving her arms around Jace's neck for support. His left hand pressed firmly on the small of her back, tracing wide, soft circles there. Clary knotted her hands in the soft golden curls at the nape of his neck and tugged extremely gently on them, pulling a soft moan from the back of Jace's throat. He kissed her harder and ran his tongue along Clary's bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. She let him push her lips apart and savored the taste of Jace's tongue in her mouth. Eventually, they had to break apart to breathe, and when they did Clary buried her face in Jace's shoulder.

"It's not fair," She breathed. "I feel like you do all the work… and I can't do anything to show you how much I love you, how much I need you."

Jace was shocked by this. Clearly, Clary had no idea how strongly he felt about her. By simply letting him do this was enough. Angel, even just being near her was enough. Suddenly, Jace was driven by a new force; one that wanted him to show her just how much he loved her, how badly he needed her. It surely was more than she could ever know, but he had to try. For her, for him, for them. Walking over to his bed in his room at the Institute he sat down and pulled Clary into his lap. Forcing her to look at him he saw the tears forming in her eyes. Wiping them away with his thumb he whispered to her,

"You've already proven your love to me Clary. You could have had anything, anything in the world on that day, and you asked the Angel for me. That is more than you will ever know. You don't have to do anything to prove yourself to me Clary, because you have. You can't seem to know how much you mean to me, I wish there was just some way to show you." Jace released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and waited for her response.

"Jace…" was all she said. "That was so… romantic. I don't think I've ever felt more… loved. Do I really… mean that much to you?" It was silly to think she could ever question that, so instead of replying he caught her lips with his in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. When they broke apart Clary glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost 10:30, her curfew.

"Jace, I have to go. If I'm not home Mom and Luke will kill me. I wish I could stay here… imagine what it would be like if I lived at the Institute… We could wake up in each other's arms every day, and train together in the mornings. That would be so great wouldn't it?" In that moment, Jace thought, Clary looked more beautiful than ever. He could see the desire burning in her eyes through her thick eyelashes. The smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose made her look more adorable and her shock of red hair seemed somehow darker in the low lights of his bedroom. He remembered the first time he had said she was beautiful, on her sixteenth birthday. He had said it as a fact, not a compliment. Now, it was both, not merely a fact but a truth so strong it almost hurt. What did ever do to deserve someone like this? Surely he wasn't worthy of being so happy. Smiling at Clary's words he replied,

"Yes, I think I would love that. It's too bad your parents are so reluctant to let you do anything with me." Jace cast his gaze downward to their entwined hands on Clary's lap. He knew Luke had no problem with him, but Jocelyn was still hesitant towards him. Jace had figured it was because he was brought up by Valentine, and nothing could prove to her, that even though he wasn't Valentine's son by blood, Valentine was still his father. Clary, sensing his sudden discomfort, reassured him that it was okay, and her mom would come around eventually.

They got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen, hand in hand down the hallway. When they got to the kitchen they found Isabelle, looking bored while staring blankly at what looked like a recipe card. Jace cringed in mock disgust and said to Isabelle,

"Please, tell me you aren't planning on trying to cook that?" Isabelle looked up from the counter and swiveled in her chair to face Jace.

"Actually, I was." She replied with a confidant smile on her face. "I've been collecting recipes to get mom to help me with when her and dad get back from Idris." Robert and Maryse had stayed in Idris to help clean up the mess after the war, and to organize the new Clave. They still weren't happy about the way things would be from now on, with having downworlders on the council. Isabelle smirked at Jace's brief look of surprise before he quickly composed his features into yet another tight smirk.

"Izzy, face it. Your cooking cannot be helped. Just give it up." Jace laughed triumphantly before setting his gaze back to Clary. Isabelle scowled and she too, turned her attention to Clary.

"I would say I'm glad to see you Clary, but honestly, I'm not. Whenever you're around Jace acts like a love sick puppy. It's disgusting. You guys do all this gross hand holding and oogly eyes. Seriously? Get a room." By the end of her little rant Clary smiled and said "I love you too Izzy." They almost didn't notice how Jace's smirk had been replaced with a surprised look of horror. He was staring in wide-eyed disbelief at what Isabelle had just said.

"I am NOT a 'love sick puppy' as you put it. And we had a room, until we were ever so rudely interrupted by Clary's curfew, so being the gentleman I am, I was going to walk her home."

Izzy just shrugged and giggled at this. "Clary has a curfew? She's like 17. How lame." It was true. Clary was now 17. It was a year after they had first met on that fateful night at Pandemonium. Isabelle was also 17, and Jace was turning 18 in a few days. Alec was now 19. Pretty soon, Jace could participate in official Clave meetings with Alec, Robert, Maryse, and Jocelyn. Waving goodbye to Isabelle they turned towards the elevator and rode down in silence. Jace slung his arm around Clary's waist and drew her closer, pressing his lips into her hair. He was ecstatic for his eighteenth birthday. Being eighteen meant that Clary no longer had to be trained by Maryse, Robert, or Alec, and Jace could do it himself, without the necessary supervision. Clary pressed into his side and inhaled his scent of lemons and sunshine. She had so often tried to memorize what he smelled like, but could not succeed. It just felt un-natural, trying to recreate the feeling of what it felt like to be with Jace when he wasn't there, it was so much better when he was. The elevator slowed to a stop and they stepped out into the hallway, and then into the cold, night air of Brooklyn. They walked in silence along the streets, not bothering to hail a cab to get there. The night was peaceful, they could hear the faint whir of traffic in the distance and the streetlights cast tiny pools of light on the street. Only when Jace thought he heard something did he tense, reaching to draw a seraph blade out of his pocket.

"Jace, it's probably nothing. Leave it." Clary whispered into his side, but instead of putting the blade away he drew it out further and barely had a chance to react when two Forsaken leaped out of an alleyway, brandishing horrible spiked clubs and axes. They made a strangled cry of battle and flung themselves at Jace. Clary was so surprised she barely heard Jace call his seraph blade to life.

"Samandiriel!"

Clary felt incapable and weak without a weapon of her own to hold, and felt much safer when Jace passed her a dagger. It was small, but it would suffice. Looking over at Jace, who was occupied with his Forsaken she mirrored his actions and flung herself at her own Forsaken. She stabbed it in the shoulder, and turned to look behind her, crying out in horror at what she saw. A kind of demon she had never seen before was looming up behind Jace, with slimy sort of suction cups dotting it's grey, slug-like body with bursts of probably poisonous color. The demon had three sets of arms, if you included the large, leathery wings protruding from its back. The demon had large, gaping holes in its face where its eyes would have been, if it had any.

"Jace!" She screeched, "Behind you!"

Jace whirled around a fraction of a second too late, and one of the demons razor sharp talons from its wings whipped him across the chest, and then toxic ooze squirted out of the suction cups on its arms and legs and filled the cut, mixing in with the blood that had already started to well there. Jace's jaw fell, his mouth agape in horror and surprise. His eyes turned a horrid grey color before his whole body convulsed and his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he dropped to the ground, unconscious. Before Clary had the chance to attack the demon it disappeared, just as suddenly as it had came. Running over to Jace and dropping down at his side she whipped out her cell phone, and with trembling fingers, she dialed Magnus' number.

-XXx..o..xXX-

( clary's house)

"But Luke!" Jocelyn yelled as she glanced at the clock one last time. "It's 10:52! Exactly twenty two minutes past her curfew! She knows better than that. What if she's with Jace? She said she was going to visit the Lightwoods and I let her, forgetting that Jace was a Lightwood, and that with Robert and Maryse gone in Idris they could be doing who knows what without adult supervision!" Luke strode across the living room and wrapped his arms around Jocelyn's waist, rubbing soothing circles in her back in an attempt to calm her. She hesitated, and then wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's okay Jocelyn." Luke said in a whisper, "Clary isn't irresponsible, and neither is Jace. Have more trust in them. I'm sure they just got caught in traffic or something on the way home. You do know that the Institute is a little further from our house than Simon's house is. It will take her longer to get home. It's fine." Jocelyn lowered her head to rest on Luke's shoulder as she sighed.

"I suppose you're right. Can we at least call her?" Jocelyn asked, looking at Luke once again. Luke detached himself from Jocelyn and grabbed his cell phone off the counter. On the third ring, it went to Clary's voicemail. Jocelyn sighed in frustration and turned to face Luke.

"She didn't answer. I don't know who else to call, I don't have any of the other Lightwood's numbers."

Luke had a thoughtful expression on his face before saying, "You could try Magnus."

Jocelyn was puzzled by this.

"What?"

"Well, since Magnus and Alec are, um, dating then maybe he's with them, and maybe Alec knows where Clary is." Luke explained. Jocelyn realized that this could possibly work and she punched in Magnus' number.

-XXx..o..xXX-

(prior to the attack, magnus' house)

Alec moaned as Magnus dug his fingers into his shoulders, bringing him, if possible, even closer. Alec kissed him even harder and ran his fingers through Magnus' hair, which was, not gelled up and glitterified as it normally was. Alec liked when Magnus wore no makeup, it brought out how beautiful he was naturally, and he didn't get glitter all over his hands when he ran his fingers through his hair. Magnus slid his hands down Alec's back and gripped his hips, grinding them together. At this, Alec growled and tugged harder on Magnus' soft, smoky black hair. Alec moved his hands and splayed his fingers across the back of Magnus' neck, then he yanked at Magnus' vest and threw it off, leaving a sparkly, tie-dyed v-neck t-shirt underneath. Magnus fisted his hands in the material of Alec's old, worn out sweater and pulled it over Alec's head. Alec instantly froze in his spot. He wasn't sure if he was comfortable with this. The blush crept into his cheeks and he shied away from Magnus' questioning and sympathetic gaze.

"It's okay Alec," Magnus reassured him. "You can put your shirt back on. I'm sorry, if I knew you were uncomfortable I would have never done that."

"I guess it's just that, you're so perfect Magnus, and I'm afraid you'll think I'm ugly, because I could never be as beautiful as you are." Alec replied, his voice wavering. Magnus used a single finger to lift Alec's chin up so they were looking straight at each other.

"Alec, you could never not be beautiful, I think you're perfect in every way imaginable Alec." Magnus looked at him, and by the sincerity in his gaze Alec could tell that he meant everything he had just said. This was exactly why Alec felt so safe and right with Magnus. He made him feel special and perfect and loved. Magnus traced his fingers across one of the permanent runes on his chest and purred, (A/N kinda…yea I said purred, it's just so…magnus)

"Besides… I like it when I can trace over your marks little Shadowhunter…" They were about to kiss again when Magnus' work phone rung loudly and obnoxiously, breaking apart their moment. Magnus hastily got up off the couch and walked over to the kitchen, picking up the phone and snapping a hello into the receiver. From the other side of the room Alec could hear Magnus' half of the conversation and wondered who he could be talking to. He heard a 'No, why would I know where she's at?' and then his cell phone rang. Magnus told the person on the work phone to hold on and answered his cell. When the caller replied his face fell, and he turned back to the work phone. Alec thought he heard him say 'It's Clary, Jace is hurt.' But Alec wasn't sure. Magnus said something about the Institute into the cell phone and then he set both phones on the counter and looked at Alec. All he said was,

"It's Jace."

-XXx..o..xxX-

Within ten minutes they were back at the Institute and standing in the infirmary, with Clary and Isabelle, all huddled over the bed that Jace's unconscious form lay sprawled in. Clary began to say in a frantic voice,

"I tried an iratze right above the wound but it did nothing. Luckily we weren't far from the Institute, I was able to run back to get Isabelle and we carried Jace here. The demon… it was like nothing I've ever seen before. I just… the Forsaken… they were meant to distract us… if I would have called out sooner…" and that's when she started crying.

In the bed Jace lie shirtless, a large gash running across his torso. His normally tan chest was a deathly pale under the white light of the infirmary, and his marks stood out like ink spilled on paper. His face was pale and cold from the loss of blood, and his eyelids looked grey as they twitched. Perhaps he was dreaming, or he could hear what they were saying, but Clary didn't know.At the edge of her mind, she could hear Magnus instructing everyone to leave the room, but she couldn't. After the door clicked shut Magnus turned to her and whispered,

"You can stay. I know how it feels." Clary only nodded and watched as Magnus set to work, blue sparks erupting from his fingertips. The shimmer of the sparks caused a strange array of green-golds to dance across Jace's blonde curls. Even when Jace was injured, and probably in the highest level of pain, he looked peaceful. His blonde mop of curls was a disheveled halo of gold, his face composed of a soft smile in his unconscious state, instead of his usual smirk or cocky grin. Clary sighed when she realized how tired she was. Soon enough, she was nodding off to sleep in her chair.

A/N Soooo how'd ya like it? Was it super awesome? I thought I did good. It's actually really easy to write Alec and Magnus… I thought it would be harder. So yea maybe I lied a little when I said this chapter would just be pointless fluff. But I got a good amount of fluff, action, and angst! That is really hard to do. Anyways… I'm proud of myself sooooo pleeezzz pleeezzz pleeezzz review! I wanna know what you think. I already have an idea for the next chapter and imma gonna start typing right after I post this Soooo maybe since I'm sick and have nothing better to do you'll see chapter two within one or two days… maybe tonight if I stay up super late. Remember… Reviews are like frozen chocolate covered bananas… they're healthy for your pride and they taste super yummy…. :DDDD