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When they arrived at the house, Clary helped Luke carry Jace inside. They put him on the bed in the spare bedroom, where Simon slept when he stayed the night. Luke turned the heater on and Clary took off Jace's shoes so he wouldn't mess up the sheets.

"So did he say anything else?" Luke asked.

"Yes, but I'm not sure if he knew what he was saying. I told him we'd take him here so he could call his parents, but he didn't want that. Or at least that's what I understood." She shrugged.

"We'll wait until he wakes up." Luke said, rubbing a hand across his forehead. "Will you make sure he's got everything? Blankets and such, maybe something to drink." Luke turned to leave but stopped in the doorway. "Didn't you say he was hurt, on the phone?"

"I thought he was." Clary frowned. "I looked for a wound but I didn't find anything."

It had been a bit strange. After laying Jace down in the car, she'd lifted his shirt a little bit to find where the blood had come from, but she hadn't found anything. Wanting to make sure, she pushed away the covers and lifted his shirt again. Nothing. He had to be some sort of athlete though, because Clary stared a little before pulling his shirt back down. But it was still wet, and if he didn't take it of, the mattress would become wet, too. Clary bit her lip and then pulled Jace's shirt over his head. When she managed to get his arms out of the sleeves, she just stood there for a moment, blushing. He really did look good.

Then something caught her eye, a pattern of lines was barely visible on his shoulder. Clary frowned and kneeled next to the bed. When she got a closer look, she saw that the lines were lighter than his skin, like some sort of scar. It was too beautiful to be a scar though, and Clary's finger hovered above it. When she put more distance between herself and Jace, she realized the patterns were everywhere. When you knew what to look for, you could see designs covering both shoulders, tracing down his side, etched into his chest and covering his arms.

On his side, a little above the place where she'd seen the blood, a fading black curl was visible. It seemed to be some sort of symbol, but she'd never seen it before. She stared, her mouth almost falling open. It was beautiful, but what was it? Now that she'd seen them, it was impossible to look at him without noticing the lines. She shook her head, realizing how rude she was being, pulled one of Simon's soft, black hoodies from a drawer and got Jace in it without too many problems. She was way too embarrassed to even touch his pants, even if they'd been caked with ice, so she covered him with a blanket and closed the curtains. She put a glass of water on the nightstand and wrote him a little note, in case he woke up without her there.

Clary joined Luke in the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. "I'm never going on a walk with that dog again." She said, nodding at Roger who was sleeping on his blanket.

"Not even if you find hot guys lying around?" Luke grinned from behind his laptop.

Clary gasped. "He's not- I mean… That's not why I helped him!" She felt blood rush to her cheeks and turned away.

Luke laughed. "I'm sorry. You were very kind to him." He said, softer this time.

Clary shrugged. "He seems… interesting. And sad."

"He was probably sad because he was freezing to death. And he's not interesting enough to be found with google."

"You googled him?" Clary asked, her eyes wide. "Why? We only know his name."

"Well, I don't know many people called 'Jace', do you? I figured it was worth a try." Luke shrugged. "At least we'd know who to contact."

Clary bended over the keyboard. "You should try facebook." She said, while typing in his name. They found about twenty different Jaces, but not the one they were looking for.

"Then we'll just wait." She said, sighing.


When Jace woke up, he immediately realised that something was wrong. Not because his muscles ached or his teeth were chattering, thought that was a bit worrying, but because the light was weird. Nowhere in… in…his mind blanked. Why couldn't he remember what it was? He must still be half asleep. Anyway, the light didn't normally come in from the right. It always came from the left, in every room in the… Jace cursed inwardly, why wouldn't his mind wake up? He pushed the blankets away, but when he tried to sit upright, his arms wouldn't hold him up and he fell back down. Something must've gone wrong with… what had he been doing the day before? It must've been something important, something dangerous.

Jace pushed himself up more slowly this time, and looked around the room. He didn't recognize it, who's house was this? And who's hoodie? He thought, startled. Someone had changed his clothes! He saw a black shirt hanging on a chair in the corner. He'd been wearing that, hadn't he? Yes, he had. Finally, something he was certain about. He turned to sit on the edge of the bed and noticed that he was still wearing his own pants. Good, he thought. They'd been expensive.

He'd had enough of all the mystery now, and stood, leaning against the wall until a wave of dizziness passed. Then he saw a piece of paper on the nightstand. 'Jace' written on the back. He picked it up and his eyes scanned the few scribbled lines.

Jace, I hope you're feeling better. There's more clothes in the top drawer if you're still cold. I'll be in the living room if you need anything or want to call someone. (that's the door on your left when you leave the room.)

Clary

Jace frowned. Clary? It sounded familiar, and he dug in his memory. He seemed to remember a voice, but couldn't put a face on it. She'd told him something… In a car… Brief flashes of memory came to him, and he concentrated. In a foggy memory, he told her his name. Her arms were wrapped around him. Oh, shit. Had there been a party? Had he gone home with some girl he didn't remember?

He panicked for a second, until he realized that was wrong. Something had happened. He didn't remember what, but that Clary person had found him. He'd been in a car and she'd been worried. He read the note again, looking for clues. He figured he'd been cold and not well when she found him, but that's about all he got. And she was right, he had to call someone. He had to call… How could he not remember? Jace made a fist and smashed it against the wall. Where were his memories?


Clary was making tea like Magnus had told her to. Luke had called him, explaining the situation, and Magnus had promised them to come over later that night if they needed him. For now he'd just given Clary the recipe of some kind of tea which would help Jace's body to warm up. Clary was just pouring it into a cup when she saw the door open. Jace entered the room, glancing around suspiciously as if he'd just set foot on some kind of battlefield.

"Hi." Clary said softly.

"Hello?" Jace said, still sounding a bit hoarse. "You're Clary?"

Clary nodded. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know. Where am I?" He asked, glancing around again.

Clary gestured to a chair. "Let's sit down? Then we can figure everything out." She smiled, trying to show him that he could relax. Something in his eyes was off, and she realized that he wasn't feeling as calm as he seemed to.

Jace sat down and Clary gave him the cup of tea before sitting down across from him. "That's supposed to be good against the cold." She explained, when he made a weird face at it.

"Why do I need something against the cold?" Jace asked. His face didn't show any emotions, and it didn't seem like he was going to drink anything she gave him.

Clary couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. It wasn't his fault, of course not, she would freak out too if she woke up in the house of a stranger. But she'd been hoping to get to know him, to find out why she cared about him without ever seeing him before. She'd been hoping that he'd felt something like that, too. But obviously he hadn't.

"You don't remember?" Clary asked. When she saw Jace's blank face, she went on. "I found you at the lake, you were lying on the ground, freezing."

"How did I get there?" Jace asked, surprised.

"How would I know?" Clary frowned, confused. "You don't remember how you got there?"

Jace put his head in his hands and rubbed his temples. "I don't know what I remember!" He groaned.

"Maybe you parents know more. You can call them if you want." Clary bit her lip, she wanted to help him, but really didn't know what to do.

"I don't…have…parents." Jace said the words hesitatingly. As if he wasn't sure.

"Oh…Sorry. Who do you live with, then?" Clary was starting to realize something, and she didn't like it at all.

When she saw a desperate look crossing his otherwise guarded face, she knew she was right.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" She said silently.

Jace shook his head, his mouth a thin line.

"Well, maybe it's just coming slowly?" She tried.

Jace shrugged, and stared at the table. He tried to keep a straight face but Clary could see turmoil in his eyes, and she felt awful. What was it with him that made her so emotional? She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair.

"You can take a shower if you want." She said, trying to cheer him up. "Luke will come home in a few hours. He knows someone who might be able to help. His name's Magnus, and he's good with herbs and stuff."

Jace lifted his head. "What's his name?"

"Magnus Bane. He calls himself a warlock."

Jace mouthed the name a few times, frowning. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, and Clary took his, now cold, tea and poured it in the sink.

"Clary?" Jace asked, and she turned around. The way he'd said her name had felt like a little electric buzz going trough her body. "I think I'd like a shower." He said, smiling a little.

Jace followed Clary to the bathroom and she gave him a clean towel.

"Just yell if you need anything." She said, and left the room. Jace watched her leave with a frown on his face. He now remembered most of what happened after she found him. She sat in the snow with him, kept him warm. He thought he even remembered her stroking his face or hair. Why had she done all that? She didn't even know him.


AN: So, that was chapter two! These chapters are shorter than the ones I usually write, but I will try to update every three days. Hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think :)

thank you all for reading!