Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. Just not the ones you don't recognize from the books. They belong to me.
A/N: Got this idea a while ago. Hope you'll like it^^
The sky went dark in a matter of minutes. Thunder boomed and made my furniture shake. I saw lightning streak at the other end of the city. But I just sat there in my window-seat and watched the rain pour down the glass. It was getting late. I knew I should go to sleep and I could barely suppress my yawning anymore and yet something had held me back. Thunder boomed anew and this time it was accompanied by a flap . I turned around to see that one of my books had fallen from it's shelf. Walking over I picked it up. I starred at the yellow-green cover and brushed over the white letters like it was some sort of secret lover. Grinning I put it back on the shelf. Light flickered and a shiver ran up my spine. I shook my head. This meant nothing, I told myself. I was just tiered. I yawned one more time and crawled under the blanket.
I awoke to sunbeams tickling my skin and stretched extensive. Allowing one arm to dangle lazy over the edge of the bed I took a deep breath. I realized I must have forgotten to close the window because it smelled like rain. Grinning I let my head fell to the side – and jumped. A boy, not older than 17 or 18 was lying on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly. I crawled out and used the blanket to cover my, with a tank top and shorts, barely concealed body. I looked at the stranger again. He had longer blond hair that curled slightly at the tips and he definitely wasn't bad to look at. Not quite my type, but still. Relief washed over me when I saw that he – at least – wore a shirt. I didn't know about the other part. For one thing it was covered by the other blanket and on the other hand I really didn't wanted to find out.
Recovering from the shock I sat down on the bed again, my eyes still fixed on the boy. Where did he come from and even more important..."Who the hell are you?", I said, louder than I intended to, waking him. His eyes opened and starred at the ceiling. He seemed to realize that something was wrong because a furrow appeared between his brows. Looking to either side he finally noticed me. The boy jumped out of the bed. I crept over and looked down to where he lay on the floor. For Gods sake, he wore trousers.
"Who the hell are you?", he asked, staring at me inquisitively with brown eyes.
"Well, considering that you are the one that just appeared in my house I think you owe me an answer to the same question", I replied.
"I...", he started. "I...I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know ?", I retorted.
"It means I don't know", he snapped and got up. "I don't know who I am or what I am doing here. I don't remember anything. "
"Not even your name?" I didn't believe him. "Come on. You must know something. Initials or a letter. I mean I can't just call you The Boy."
He stood there for a moment, a pained expression on his face. Then he answered: "J.C."
"Alright, J.C. I'm Deliah, this is my house and..." I just realized I was still wearing the blanket "...and you get out of my bedroom so I can get dressed", I ended. He made for the door, then paused and turned. "You're not going to throw me out on the street just so, are you?", he asked, real concern in his voice.
"We'll see", I said and made a shooing motion at him. He turned and left.
As soon as the door closed I collapsed on the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled at them. Then I got up and entangled me from the blanket. I walked over to the bathroom and starred at the mirror. I pinched myself and cried out in pain.
"Everything alright?", he yelled from the kitchen.
"Yes", I shouted back. But it wasn't. Why couldn't this all just be some dream? Why couldn't I wake up? I pulled the tap and let cold water gather in the sink. Then I dove my face under the surface. I stayed until I couldn't breathe, then I surfaced. I was fully awake now, grasping at the sink, trying to catch my breath. What was I doing here? Waking up next to a stranger in my own house? Letting him stay? For all I know he could be a murderer... I shook my head. Calm down. Concentrate. I took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Eventually I calmed down.
When I felt like I could handle the situation again I toweled my face and pinned up my hair to a ponytail. Then I went to my closet and got out a simple T-shirt and jeans.
On my way to the kitchen I could hear J.C. whistle a tune. I didn't recognize it but it sounded suspiciously like a lullaby.
"J.C?", I called out. God, I hated that name. If he didn't remember his real name maybe I should give him a new one?
"Yes?" I thought of the night before. Maybe it was coincidence, but...
"What-" I stopped dead in my tracks. J.C. stood at the herd, making scrambled eggs. "-are you doing?"
"Making scrambled eggs."
"You don't know your name but how to make scrambled eggs?"
"It's easy, really."
I shook my head. "Your by far the weirdest person I've ever met, Jace ", I said, tasting the name on my tongue. It fitted I decided.
"Say that again."
"What? Oh, sorry. But you know...J.C. is a pretty dumb name to call somebody so I decided I'd give you a new one. I settled for Jace. Thought it fitted." He had raised the pan and now it clashed on the herd again. He retreated to the nearest chair and sat down, head in hands. "You don't like it?", I asked making my way over to the eggs.
"Gives me a headache", he said.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Guess we have to find something else fo-"
"No! Sorry. I mean...It's just that memories give me a headache. And that's my name. Like my real name. So of course it hurts."
I felt a slight nausea in my stomach. If this was his name…..A suspicion formed in my head. It couldn't be possible, right? Still….I walked over and knealt before him. "Look at me", I said.
"Why?"
"Just look at me, Jace." This time he obeyed. His face so close to me I could see the long lashes shading his eyes. When he looked up I gasped. His eyes weren't brown like I thought at first. Rather they were a luminous gold.
"Holy shit."
"What?"
This could be bad. Really bad. "Nothing", I said instead. "I just realized you have very beautiful eyes. But enough of that. We should eat before the eggs get burned." And with that I got up and served breakfast.