A/N: Hello, my pretties :) no, I don't have my computer back yet, I'm still on junker. Luckily, I had emailed this to a friend, so I got it from my email! So here we are, and I'm finally giving you guys something. I have the second chapter too, but not the third. So review, my pretties! I hope you all like this, it started out as something to pass the time when I can't find any inspiration for other stories, but I really like it now! Oh, and I started yet another MI fic that I haven't had a chance to type, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give reviewers a summary :) And for anyone who reads Vampire Academy, I'm writing a one-shot...it's a really sad one, too. I cried a few times :'(

Anyways, enjoy, and review if you all love me!

-Sarah

Make You Feel My Love
Chapter One: When The Rain Is Blowing In Your Face

As Clary made her way home, she turned her collar up against the sudden chill. She glanced up at the sky and found it grey and angry looking. Great, she thought. It's going to rain and I'm not even halfway home.

Clary had been over at a friend's house. Her best friend, to be exact. Simon Lewis had been her best friend ever since she could remember. He'd been one of the few constants in Clary's life. People come and go, but I always have Simon, she thought. She often found refuge at his house when things at hers got too crazy. Her parents were constantly fighting, and she knew that her mom was on the verge of leaving. She found herself wondering if her mom would even take her with her when she left. Only time would tell.

As the first drops of rain spattered onto her face, she scowled at the sky and pulled her collar tighter. Why didn't I wear something with a hood? was all that ran through her head as she picked up her pace, weaving through the crowded streets of New York.

By the time she reached her home, she was soaking wet and looking like a drowned rat. Her fiery red hair clung to her face, droplets of water spilling onto the floor. She peeled her drenched sweater off and walked toward her room, muttering about checking the weather channel more often.

When she had changed into dry clothes and tied her hair up, she made her way out to the kitchen. From what she could tell, no one was home. Shrugging, she dug through the fridge and cupboards for something edible.

When she opened a cupboard, a piece of white paper fluttered out. Her name was written on it and, puzzled, she unfolded it. She recognized her mother's writing instantly, and her breathing picked up.

Clary,

I'm so sorry I left. I had to, though. It was dangerous to stay any longer. You must think I'm a coward, and I feel terrible. I promise I'll come back for you, but for now, you need to get out of there. Remember where I told you to go if anything ever happened? Well, it's time to go there. You'll be well taken care of until I can come back for you. I know the owners well; you'll be safe.

I love you. Mom

Clary stood there for a few moments, frozen in place. She couldn't process what she had to do.

After a few more minutes, it finally sunk in. She had to get out of there, and fast. Crumpling the note, she ran to her room and began throwing random things into bags.

When she finished, she looked around her room. It looks so bare, she thought sadly. She'd lived in this room forever, and now she had to leave.

Reluctantly, she slung one bag over her shoulder and grabbed the other two and slipped her shoes on, turning her back on her childhood home.

"Guys, come to the kitchen! I made dinner!" Isabelle called from the kitchen.

Jace's eyes locked with Alec's, and they grimaced in unison. Isabelle Lightwood was many things, but she wasn't a cook.

Sighing, they left the library and made their way to the kitchen. The Lightwood home was gigantic, and had many rooms.

On their way to the kitchen, the phone started ringing. "You go ahead," Jace said to Alec. "I'll answer the phone and be right there."

Alec nodded and continued toward the kitchen, while Jace picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Um, hi. Would Robert or Maryse be there?" The voice on the other line was that of a woman, and she sounded slightly panicked.

"No, sorry. They're out of town. Who is this?"

"It's Jocelyn Fray."

Hearing the name, Jace stiffened. Maryse and Robert had explained to them what would happen if a woman named Jocelyn Fray ever called.

"I'm guessing that this is about your daughter, then?" Jace asked.

"How did—? You know what? Never mind. But yes, this is about Clary. She'll be there soon."

"Okay. We'll take care of her," Jace replied.

"Thank you—?"

"Jace. Jace Herondale."

"Okay, Jace. Please don't let anything happen to her. She's all I have."

"Don't worry about her; she's in good hands."

"Okay. Goodbye, Jace."

"Bye," he replied, hanging up the phone. He needed to get to Isabelle and Alec to tell them what was going on.

When he entered the kitchen, he was assailed by the scent of whatever Isabelle had cooked.

"Damn, Izzy. Did you kill something? It stinks in here," he muttered.

Isabelle scowled. "It's soup," she replied.

Jace waved his hand. "It's irrelevant right now. We have bigger problems."

"Like?" Alec asked.

"Jocelyn Fray just called."

He watched as Isabelle and Alec's faces shifted to identical masks of shock.

"Was it about—?"

"Yeah, it's about her daughter. Her mother said she'd be here soon."

Isabelle fluttered her hands. "I should get a room ready," she mumbled, moving toward the doorway.

"That's actually a good idea, Iz. You can do that while Alec and I head over to Taki's to get some real food. Don't worry, we'll get you something," he added.

Isabelle nodded and ran upstairs, while Jace and Alec grabbed their coats and umbrellas.

"Make sure you get something for Jocelyn's daughter!" Isabelle called as they walked out the door.

On their way to Taki's, they came across a small red-haired girl that was carrying bags being harassed by two older guys. Without a second thought, Jace strode over to them, grabbed the one closest to him, jerked him away and punched him square in the jaw. The guy recoiled, falling back and landing on his butt.

Without hesitation, he punched the second guy in the gut and landed a kick to his shin. The guy doubled over, shouting a string of curses. Then he, along with the other guy, got up and ran away.

Jace turned to look at the girl, who was staring at him in wonder. "Th-thank y-you," she stuttered, shivering.

Jace grinned. "No problem. Saving damsels in distress is what I do," he replied.

The girl scowled. "I'm no damsel," she muttered.

Jace raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry. I meant defenseless girls who are almost mugged on the streets of New York."

"I know I should be grateful to you right now, but you're pissing me off. So you know what? Screw you," she said before stalking away.

"Are you offering?" he called after her, smirking.

She turned, gave him the finger, then continued walking.

"Damn, what did I do?" he asked no one in particular.

Alec shook his head in amusement, and the two began walking again.

Clary arrived at her home for the time being a half hour later. The place was absolutely huge; she felt slightly intimidated by it.

Taking a deep breath, she rang the doorbell.

Moments later, the door opened.

The girl behind the door was beyond beautiful; she was extremely tall, she had flowing black hair, pale skin, and dark, mysterious eyes. She smiled, revealing perfect teeth.

"You must be Jocelyn's daughter. I'm Isabelle Lightwood," she said.

"My name is Clarissa, but call me Clary. Everyone does," Clary replied, shaking some hair out of her eyes.

"Clary. Got it," Isabelle said, motioning for Clary to come in. "My parents are out of town right now, along with my younger brother Max. Jace and Alec will be home soon, they just went to get some food. Alec is my older brother, and Jace is my . . . adoptive brother," she explained, taking one of Clary's bags.

"Sounds good," she mumbled as Isabelle led her upstairs. They stopped outside a door at the end of the hallway, and Isabelle opened it.

When Clary stepped inside the room, she held back a gasp. The room was beautiful, with cherry wood furniture. A large four poster bed was centered in the room, with big fluffy pillows and a big black blanket. The walls were painted dark red. There was a TV at the foot of the bed, and a door to an adjoining bathroom on the far wall.

"Wow," Clary murmured, gazing around the room in wonder.

Isabelle grinned. "Do you like it? I chose it for you."

She turned to the taller girl and smiled, nodding her head. "I love it. Thank you, Isabelle."

"No problem. Now, why don't you change out of those wet clothes and then come downstairs for some hot chocolate?"

"That would be great! I'll be right down," Clary replied. Isabelle nodded, and left the room.

Clary changed for the third time that day out of her clothes. After that, she made her way down the stairs and found her way to the kitchen, where Isabelle was making the hot chocolate. She smiled when Clary came in, handing her a steaming mug.

Clary accepted it gladly. "Thanks, Isabelle. I could use this after the day I've had."

The two walked over to the table. "Call me Izzy. And, wanna talk about it?" Isabelle asked, sitting down.

Clary plopped down, sighing. "Well, my day started out fine, just like any other. I went to Simon's for a few hours. Then I had to walk home through the pouring rain. Then I found a note from my mom telling me that she left, and that I had to come here. On my way here, I was almost mugged by two guys, and then the guy that saved me from them was a complete asshat," she explained.

Isabelle's eyes widened. "Yeah, that does sound pretty shitty."

Just then, voices floated into the house. One of them sounded familiar, though Clary couldn't identify it.

"That would be Jace and Alec with the food," Isabelle said, standing up. She grabbed some plates from the cupboard and set them on the table before grabbing some silverware.

When Isabelle's brothers came into the kitchen, Clary was shocked.

Standing before her was the obnoxious blond, along with a boy that looked almost exactly like Isabelle, other than the fact that his eyes were a mysterious dark blue.

The blond looked puzzled for a second, then grinned. "Well. You must be Clary. I didn't formally introduce myself before. My name is Jace."

Two words ran through Clary's head: Ah, hell.

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