I wasn't planning on writing more than a one-shot when I first started to write this. Chapter one is just a fluffy Jace/Clary drabble, and the main story really develops in chapter 2. Nothing but fluff in chapter 1. I promise more happens as you go!!

"Jace, what are we doing here?" Jace led Clary into the empty club. The lights were off and the only light was coming from the witchlight in Jace's hand, and the crack in the front door.

"Don't you know what day it is?" he smirked at her as he continued to lead her to the center of the room. He turned to face her, still holding onto her hand.

"I don't know. Isn't it the 12th of August or maybe the 13th?"

"Clary, your memory is worse than an old man's." he paused as she quietly laughed. "Today is a special day," he gently squeezed her hand, "it was a year ago today that we first met."

"It's been that long already, " she said as she let go of his hand twirled around and let the images of that night fill her head. The music, the people, the blue haired boy, Simon, and that golden haired boy who hadn't left her mind since that night. It was as if it had just happened.

"Clary!" Jace yelled and gently grabbed a hold of both of her arms to bring her back to reality. "It has been an entire year."

"I still can't believe that it all really happened." Clary began to drift off again when she felt Jace hand push her hair out of her face. "I'm afraid I am gonna wake up and it all would have been a really great nightmare."

"I heard that you couldn't get physically hurt in your dreams. You have had a few scratches that couldn't have happened while you were sleeping. And what do you mean about a really great nightmare. You were almost killed multiple times, how could that be really great?"

"I got you."

The two stood there in silence until Jace lifted his hands to cup her face, "You did get me alright." he lifted her chin up with his thumbs and lowered his face till his lips met hers. "You will always have me."

"So what are we gonna do here? Not much of a party." Clary said as she turned her back to Jace and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Well, I figured we could have our own little party. When we were here a year ago we didn't get to do much dancing. Actually, you thought I was a murderer a year ago. "

Clary removed herself from his arms, turned and made a face at him, "And you thought I was some freak mundane who just happen to be able to see you. "

"That sounds pretty accurate." pulling her toward him. "Things sure have changed Fray. But I am just as stunningly attractive. "

"And you are just as modest as ever."

"Okay, okay, now for what we are really here for." Jace sauntered over to the club's music system. "Do you know how to hook an iPod up to this thing?" Jace yelled from behind the dark mass of electronics.

"Since when to you have an iPod? Or actually listen to music besides the 'wailing of the dammed'?"

"Oh it's yours." Jace said casually as Clary began yelling.

"You stole my iPod! I thought I had lost it or Simon had taken it without asking! Why on earth did you take it! You should have asked!" she screamed without allowing a breath between words, or pausing between sentences.

"Yeah," Jace continued to fiddle with the wires as if nothing was wrong, "I needed to find a song. I didn't think you would mind." the noise of sparks, wires and Clary's angry breathing were the only noises that could be heard until the soft music of a piano began to play through the speakers. Clary looked around, letting the music fill her thoughts. It wasn't like any song that had ever played at Pandemonium.

Jace stood up from behind the DJ booth. He walked over to Clary, his hand extended outwards, "May I have this dance?"

Clary ran into his arms as the pace of the song quickened. Her hand entangled with his and her face buried into his chest. She looked up at Jace, and he wrapped his free hand around her waist and they began to float around the dark dance floor.

She closed her eyes and opened them again. She was in a long emerald green gown, Jace in black suit and they were dancing in the Hall of Accords in Alicante. It was what she always imagined. Her eyes drifted shut again, only to open to see that they were not in Alicante, but a dark dirty club in Brooklyn. Jace held her tight and smiled at her; this was real, better than any fantasy could ever be.