A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you & sorry, sorry, sorry!!! (Cause three's a charm)

First the triple THANX for all the awesome reviewers. You guys really shocked me by actually reviewing...not to mention the reading beforehand ;) I keep diving into an ocean of warm-and-fuzzyness every time I read your entrys. And that's pretty often, if just to tickle my bad concience which in turn would force my mind to conjure up at least some shreds of witty dialogue and make my hands move across the keyboard.

...Which brings me to the triple SORRY! I'm miserable slime for letting you wait that long for the next part! And it's not really ending where I wanted it to. But I can't really seem to find the connection between certain topics/ phrases that are already in my head. It's really mind-wrecking. I guess, that's why writing is an actual job -.-'

So, -despite my whining- start reading! I really hope you like the 2nd Part just as well as you obviously liked the first one! (Huh, still marvelling why ;))

And you know: Even if it sucks, it's still gonna reveal which of the Jaces is missing ;)

DISCLAIMER:

"Sure, my name's Shakespeare, Will Shakespeare! Yeah, that's short for Willhelmina Cassandra Shakespeare- Clare. I know. My parents are cruel people."

-And that's sarcasmian for : "Sorry, I own nuffin'."


~HOME~

-Part 2-

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
."

-William Shakespeare-



"You forgot one.", he noted.

Clary stopped breathing at the sound of his voice. Not because of the apparent well of emotions behind his casual tone, but because she hadn't expected her well of emotions as she anticipated his words. She wouldn't be the only one voicing truth tonight and that thought left her breathless. She wasn't even able to ask what he meant.

-Of course the guarded smile he threw at her, as he took in her transfixed stare, wasn't helping her faculty of speech.

"You know, one Jace. Your Jace, to be precise. I don't really have a surname for him. I only know which are not his...", he trailed off, his eyes distant and thoughtful.

For the first time Clary discovered an idiosyncrasy they both shared, besides the stubbornness or the pugnacity which were both quirks that could be blamed on being a Shadowhunter.

At the sight of his rapt expression, a memory resurfaced in Clary's mind, accompanied by the sensation of his hand on her face. "You disappear so completely in your head sometimes," he'd said, "I wish I could follow you."

Clary had wanted to tell him, that he had already taken up permanent residence there, with his own little house, including a garden, a swimmingpool and a nice view of her lake of mental pandemonium. Now she wondered, whether she, too, owned a compartment is his train of thought, without ever knowing to pay for it.

Clary watched her hand –rather then ordering it to do so- rise and touch his face, pulling him out of his reverie. He looked at her with a question and a strange gleam of wonder in his eyes. Gently, in a low voice she asked "And which are they? The surnames that don't belong to my Jace?".

He sighed deeply, his posture relaxing as if a pain that had been torturing him had eased, then cupped his hand around Clary's and closed his eyes.

"Morgenstern, definitely. Or Fray or Fairchild. Every one from which one could infer that we are related.", now it was Clary's turn to swallow hard. "Because, you see, your Jace treasures you more than his own life." He looked down at her now, more earnest than she'd ever seen him. Slowly, he let his hand wander across the back of hers along her bare arm, raising goose-bumps where their skin met. When his right hand reached her shoulder it was joined by his left and together the made their way along her collarbone and up her throat, leaving a trail of burning skin behind them. Finally Jace's hands stilled, cupped around her face. The warmth of his touch and the feeling of utter safety, that surrounded her whenever he was this close, made Clary's whole body go lax and she closed her eyes reflexively.

The corner of Clary's mind, that was not lost in the feeling of Jace's skin on hers, distantly noted that she was now exactly mirroring Jace's posture of a moment ago. And the irony of the fact, that the only thing they shared, the only thing they had in common was not their looks, not even some strange character trait that ran the family (not that she could tell) and could mark them as siblings, but their feelings for each other. And the constant pain that accompanied them.

But before that small pessimistic part of her brain could snap Clary out of her perfect moment, Jace's thumb traced her bottom lip and her whole mind -and heart, for that matter- drowned in that sensation.

After what seemed like an hour, although only a few seconds had passed, Jace resumed speaking.

"Although that's probably a common feature of all the Jace's." Clary opened her eyes to see him grin that irresistable grin that had stolen itself into his voice. "Not that they would ever admit that. They are much too macho to own up to the fact, that within a few months a red- headed girl has become the reason of their existence." Jace's grin deepend. "Who would have thought that the most important thing in my life could be so tiny?"

Clary felt her mouth twitch against her will. "You know what they say...", she replied, fighting hard to keep the smile off her face. "It's the little things in life that count."


Well, not really a cliffhanger this time. Although I know I'm torturing you with all this dialogue and so little Jace/Clary action. I'm evil, MUAHAHA!

So, I'm really anxious for your opinion on Part 2, especially as I tried really hard to keep the cheese digestible. But I can't help the image of Edward pop in front of my inner eye whenever I write phrases like "reason for my existence" and the real Jace woud probably go through all the circles of hell, before uttering stuff like that. But hey, it's my fic, so a bit of fluff is necessary, sorry Badass-Jace ;)

*Badass- Jace pulls a face and does some major moping*

-Hey, do you know what would make Badass- Jace happily kick kittens again?

I'll give you a hint: It has something to do with a green button which reads WEIVER backwards...