After spending their childhood together, Jace and Clary have to let go of each other when Jace is accepted in a music school in London. However, two years after being separated by an ocean with letters for only form of communication, how will they find their old friendship again when they don't see each other as they used to and Clary found a new friend in Simon.
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This time as you can see it's a Jace/Clary fanfiction just because they're the best :)

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Jace : 6

Clary : 5

Jonathan : 7

Alec : 7

Isabelle : 5

Of course they get older in every chapter, at the beginng anyway.

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Characters are very OOC since we're not Cassie Clare and we need them to be sometimes for the story.

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Clace

Jace's POV :

She was there. At the same place she always was, with her legs under her on the chair and her head bent over a little sketchbook she had with her everywhere she went. Her red hair was like a curtain around her, hiding her face. She was drawing, as far as Jace could tell from the swing he was sitting on at the other end of the schoolyard, with pastels.

The teacher said she had moved from somewhere in California but all that Jace remembered was that it was far away. And ever since she joined this particular school, every playtime, she sat there, drawing alone, like lost in her world. He didn't even know her name.

Nobody talked to her, but then, Jace thought, she never tried to talk to them either.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt something tugging at his T-shirt. He looked down to see his little sister, who was saying something to him.

"What?", he said.

Isabelle sighed and shook her head dramatically, as if he had missed the most important sentence of the universe, before raising her gaze to his.

"Jace!,"she whined "you promised Alec and I that you would play with us today, and not just stay on the stupid swing!"

"Did I?", asked Jace innocently.

At that Isabelle crossed her arms and glared at him, but he was too busy letting his gaze wander around the playgroung to really care.

He had been adopted by the Lightwoods, right after he was born and even if he loved his family, after all it was the only one he ever knew, a lot of the time, he'd rather be in his room, on his own, than outside playing with his siblings. He had never really felt alone, he just liked the peace and quiet it gave.

He was only half aware of Isabelle leaving angrily when his eyes fell on the redheaded girl once more. She hadn't moved, he realized, not that he had expected she would.

He was still looking at her, when, as if sensing someone was looking at her, she raised her head, and her green eyes searched the crowd of little kids running around, and when they rested on him, he froze. Their gazes met and they stayed there looking at each other, until she lowered her head, her cheeks tinged with red, and started drawing again.

Jace fought against the urge to just go over there and introduce himself. Instead, he balanced his legs, making the swing go higher and higher, but keeping his eyes on her, as if he was afraid she would disappear if he looked away.

Clary's POV :

He's looking at me again, Clary thought as she looked at her drawing again. She was sure she was as red as she could get.

He was pretty, even if his eyes were kind of intimidating. She shook her head, wondering why he kept looking at her but forgot about it quickly when she picked up the blue pastel, and finished colouring the sky.

Once it was done she raised it and stared at it, proud of her work. Jonathan will like it, she was sure of it. She had roughly drawn the tree they used to hide in once when it was late and Clary had to go back to their mother's house. After that first time, her brother and her had used this place as their special hide out, where they would go everytime they wanted to stay together. Their father had changed it into a tree house, with a little ladder made of rope so they could go up. Ever since their parents had stopped living together before she was even born(they said it was called divorce, but that sounded too complicated), they always tried to do nice things for them. It was great! Once she remembered, they had stolen snacks in the kitchen and had stayed in the tree house all day, talking and laughing. But even then, lying together on the ground of the tree house, they had missed each other, knowing that she was leaving for the other side of the country where they won't be able to see each other.

Clary sighed and put her drawing back on the table. She really missed him. And her father too. Even if Luke was the best stepdad in the entire world, she still missed him.

She watched her drawing one more time and gasped. There was a white patch in the left corner of her drawing! Angry with herself to have forgotten that, she quickly picked up a yellow pastel and drew a sun. There, now it was perfect.

Those pastels were amazing! There were in a pretty wooden box, with flowers painted everywhere. It really was a great gift. Jonathan had given it to her when she left for New York. He had said that since she didn't know how to write very well yet at least she would be able to send him drawings. That way they would always be together. Always. Clary had cried more than ever that day even if he didn't want her to. He always said that he hated to hear her cry. Once he said that if someone made her cry, he would run across the whole country to save her. And he would take her in his arms until she stopped crying. Jonathan always hated hugs. The only one he ever hugged was Clary. Oh and their mom sometimes too...

Looking down, Clary realized that she couldn't see her drawing clearly anymore. The sunlight was hidden by a shadow. She raised her head and saw a boy behing her. What was his name? Oh right, Tyler or something like that. He was smiling down at her but Clary didn't like that smile one bit. He looked mean, she thought. Clary could also see three other kids behind him. She frowned and Tyler began to speak:

"Why are you always on you own? Don't you want to come with us and...play a little?"

The others laughed. She didn't like the way he said that. She didn't like them either.

Every time she saw them either in class or in the playgroung they were always being mean with the other kids, and pushing them around. Even though she didn't want to admit it, since the first time she saw them she had had a feeling that sometimes soon it would be her turn. Seemed like she had been right.

"I'm good on my own, so go somewhere else!", she said, without even looking at him.

"What did you just say?", he asked in an angry voice.

As if he hadn't heard, she thought, and was going to say so when the other meanies moved and went in front of her.

Not good Clary, she thought to herself, they have you surrounded.

"I said...", she started, but stopped when Tyler grabbed her drawing, looked at it and with a evil smile ripped it in half.

"NO!", she screamed and threw herself at him. What she hadn't thought about was his stupid friends, who grabbed her and threw her on the ground.

"Do you seriously think you're stronger than us?", said Tyler joined by his friends were laughing at her.

She felt her eyes water and was seriously thinking about running when she heard a voice, coming from behind Tyler.

"Maybe she isn't, but I'm sure I am."

Startled, Tyler turned around, followed the others.

Standing there, was the golden eyes boy who was always looking at her, his eyes angry as he looked down at the other boys.

"What? Mind your own business!"

But Clary could hear the slight waver in his voice. AH! He wasn't so sure of himself now.

However he took a step toward the Golden boy. The others less reckless, moved back a little. Clary stood up, took her box full of pastels in her arms as if to protect them, or protect herself she didn't really know. The two boys were glaring at each other when Tyler spoke:

"And she never asked for your help anyway. She doesn't care. Everything's fine right?", he said turning toward Clary. There was so much anger in his eyes that, almost against her will, she hid behind the golden boy.

Jace's POV :

When Jace had seen Tyler getting closer to the little redhead he had felt angrier than he ever had. He was used to seing Tyler bothering other kids and he hated that, but when he had talked to Alec about it, he had said that he should stay out of it and that the teachers would take care of it. But after witnessing Tyler ripping the little girls's drawing in half and then throwing her on the ground, he couldn't help it. Close enough he could see that she had begun crying.

Now they were all facing him and he wasn't scared. He never was. However when Tyler said that she didn't care wether he helped her or not he couldn't help but feel a little rejected. But then he felt her behind him and felt stronger. He smiled at Tyler and said:

"Well...That answers your question doesn't it?"

Tyler didn't like that. At all. He pulled his hands into fists at his sides and stepped towards me again. I could feel the little girl's hands pulling at my shirt.

He looked back at her, her green eyes staring at him, wide with fear and tears but also, Jace realized, with anger.

However, Tyler took the opportunity and pushed him. But Jace was stronger and when he pushed back, Tyler fell on the ground. They didn't stop there and soon they were wrestling on the ground, pushing and pushing. It would have kept going on and on, had the teachers not arrived. Jace felt two hands griped his waist and pulling him on his feet and saw another teacher do the same to Tyler and soon they were dragged to the principal's office. He could hear the little redhead trying to explain what had happened but they were too far away. The only thing he saw before the door closed behind him was her, looking at him.

Sat down on one of the chair in his living room and arguing with his parents was not how Jace thought he was going to spend the rest of the afternoon. At first they had refused to believe him when he told them why he had got involved in a fight, until Isabelle and Alec, having witnessed the whole thing, even what had happened to the little girl before Jace intervened. They had sighed and like all the parents in the world, had told him that even if what he had done was brave and nice, violence was not the answer.

Then what was, thought Jace as he was pacing up and down in front of his house, kicking the ball that was rolling in front of him after every few steps. Normally, he didn't really like being outside for too long, but he wanted to walk and his room wasn't big enough. He was going to come up to his room when he saw a flash of red in the little playground running in the direction of the little playground four houses away.

Without thinking he ran toward it and was searching for her. The playground was really calm for once. Only another kid or two were playing, their mother's looking at them, following their every movements. He looked around the playground once more until he finally spotted her.

There she was, on a bench, in the middle of a new drawing. He went closer to her and slowly sat beside her. She didn't seem to notice him, which upset him a little.

"What are you drawing?", he asked.

She jumped and raised her green eyes. He had succeeded, she was out of her little world. For now anyway. She didn't answer, but asked a question instead.

"Why did you help me this morning?"

Oh. She had to ask the question he had no answer to. But he tried to do it anyway.

"I didn't want Tyler to keep annoying everyone. And...well you're always on you own. I think I don't want you to be."

It was true, he had never seen her try to talk to anyone. She looked sad too.

"It's Clary right? I heard the teacher say it earlier."

She barely nodded, and went back to her drawing.

"I'm Jace." She just nodded again.

He sighed but continued.

"What happened to your crayons anyway?", he asked, noticing that they were all broken.

"They are pastels! And the meanies broke them because they said it was my fault if Tyler was punished. My brother had given them to me and now they're all broken."

Hearing this, Jace felt angry again, and promised himself that he would go 'talk' to them tomorrow. But for now he decided to change the subject.

"Do you miss it? Where you were before. That's why you're always alone? You shouldn't you know. You got into trouble."

She looked at him in a strange way before saying:

"I don't know anyone. And I don't need anyone."

Jace didn't like that answer one bit. In a strange way he wanted her to need him.

"That's not what it looked like this morning."

She frowned. "Well maybe you're an exception."

Jace smiled wildly at that, proud of him.

"So you need me! Honestly, do you like being alone? Is that how things are where you lived before?"

He realized that this had been the wrong thing to say when he saw her eyes full of tears.

"I had my brother there," she said in a small voice "but he stays in California, so I'm alone."

Then Jace did something he never thought he'd do. He took her in his arms and whispered.

"You know what? You have me now. You're not alone anymore and you never will be because I'm here. I promise."

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