Four hours and I'm back, thanks to the first guest who reviewed :) I wish I knew who you were so I could follow you, all your stories, and give you a hug - your review kept me beaming for like half an hour. I hope I do your similar idea justice, no pressure on me to meet your expectations or anything ;)

See guys? Review and I'll update faster.

Just want to say thanks to the others who reviewed, yours made me smile also. I think it was Morgenstern18 who suggested I change the rating to M, just to be on the safe side? It's a fair point and thank you for the advice, but the flashback in the first chapter is about as bad as it is going to get, so I wondering how about everyone else's view on the matter? Please let me know, I'm kind of paranoid. :/

I'm aware this chapter isn't too action packed, I think we just needed to see a little more of Clary and Jace's relationship post CoLS, especially considering Cassie didn't give us much on it, what with the possession and all :)

Talking of Cassie I realise I forgot to do this in the first chapter;

DISCLAIMER: It is with many deep regrets that I find myself informing you that I do, in fact not own The Mortal Instruments Series, but instead they belong to Cassandra Clare. If I did own it, I'd save the entire fandom from a heart attack and a heavy amount of mourning by wrapping up those '6 characters we know by name' in bubble wrap.


CHAPTER TWO - Dawning Realisation

Pushing open the door to the restroom, Clary was suddenly hit by a wall of sound. Pandemonium was blazing red, green and blue, the music blared loudly from the speakers. Suddenly, wanting the distraction, Clary surged forward into the crowd, using her small frame to her advantage and pushing her way through the sea of people gyrating on the dance floor.

After much jostling and shoving - all polite excuse me's lost to the music - Clary found herself in the middle of the floor. Normally the suffocating crowd would have set her on edge and made her feel trapped, but tonight they felt like castle battlements, a protective wall around her and the reality she would soon have to face.

She began to sway her hips in motion to the music, lifting her arms above her head. The music thumped in her ears. She couldn't identify the song, but then again that didn't really surprise her. She'd been out of the 'mundie loop' for some considerable amount of time now, and listening to the charts wasn't exactly one of Mayrse's main priorities for her when it came to her training.

An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close. Quick as a whip, she spun around letting her fist fly towards the bastards face. Fortunately for her, Jace was faster - no surprise there - and he caught her fist mere centimeters from his face.

Clary gasped, "Jace! You scared the living day lights out of me."

Jace chuckled.

"Don't ever do that again!" she cried as she smacked him light heartedly across the chest.

"Apology accepted Spitfire," Jace smirked.

"Asshat," she replied, though her heart wasn't really in it. Why hadn't she realised it was Jace? It wasn't as if she couldn't sense him nearby, what with the heat of the heavenly fire constantly radiating from him, and sending tingles across her skin. Jeez... That last flashback must have really set her on edge.

She didn't hear him chuckle this time, only felt the vibration of his sculpted chest as her pulled her close, engulfing her in his embrace.

Oh my god Jace. How the hell was she going to tell him? She'd been so caught up in her own head and the fact that the baby was Sebastian's, that she hadn't even given Jace a second thought.

Jace sighed, and pulled Clary closer. These moment were so rare now that he was practically a human torch, and he couldn't get enough of her. Resting his chin on her head, and closing his eyes, a small smile playing about his face, he didn't even notice the damp patch, just below his shoulder, the tear drops sizzling a they hit his chest.


Clary groaned, and rolled over, burying her face in the clean white bed sheets. Something tickled her nose, and she twitched it.

There it came again, yes, something was very definitely and very deliberately tickling her nose.

Frowning, she reached up to swat it away, and her fingers found silky gossamer thread. She opened her eyes groggily, blinking back the sleep from her eyes. No, not gossamer, sunlight. Or more accurately her boyfriend's hair.

Boyfriend.

Last night's events came flooding back in an unwelcome rush, and Clary's heart plummeted in her chest.

Oh God.

She was pregnant. Her mother's worst nightmare had come true. She had run off to live with her boyfriend, and now she was 17 and pregnant. Maybe she could go on that mundie show - what was it called? - Teen Moms.

Pretty sure they hadn't had a story like hers before. 'Girl knocked up by devil spawn brother.'

Clary giggled. Not that it was a funny situation, in fact it was anything but. Yet at this stage, Clary knew that it was either laughing or crying, and she also knew that if she started crying she wouldn't be able to stop. Besides, Shadowhunters didn't cry.

Assuming the giggle was for him, Jace grinned. He lowered himself onto Clary, propping himself up on his elbows, so his lips could just meet hers.

"Tease." Clary muttered.

"You have no idea," he taunted, "Ewwy.. gross have you been dribbling?"

"What!" Clary blushed, her face turning a deep shade of crimson, "No I haven't b-been..." she looked up, whilst trying to check for traces of saliva and caught Jace's eye. They twinkled wickedly.

"Jace Lightwood, that was NOT funny!"

"I beg to differ" he snickered.

Clary frowned.

"What?" Jace asked, worried.

"Did you... Did you just say Ewwy?"

Jace blinked. "N-no."

"You did! Jace Lightwood just said 'Ewwy', what are you a six year old girl?" Clary giggled.

Now it was Jace's turn to turn red, something he rarely did. Clary waited for his comeback, readying her defense, but it never came. Instead, quick as a flash he flipped Clary on her back, and began to tickle her, grinning from ear to ear as she pleaded for him to stop in between gasps and giggles, her whole body thrashing.

"Jace stop."

He stiffened. He wasn't sure that one made him stop. There was something in her voice, the plea so quiet. He looked down, but her eyes, though wide, were unreadable. "Clary what's-"

Her face contorted, and she tried weakly to push him off.

He fell back against the wall, allowing himself to be shoved aside, but was one his feet quickly following Clary's tiny strides to the bathroom, only to have the door slammed in his face.

He tried to open the door - sealing rune, damn.

"Clary?" he called through the door, "Let me in, I'm sorry okay, whatever I did, just let make it up to y-"

He was cut off by the sound of Clary emptying her stomach on the other side of the door.

Shit, Clary groaned inwardly. Mourning sickness. She heard Jace call through the door, but before she could reply she retched again, and leant back over the toilet seat, from her position on the floor.

"Jace, I'm fine seriously, I guess it was something I drank last night," she called through the door, "It'll pass in a second."

"Can I at least come in?"

"No," she snapped viciously. She cursed herself mentally. She could practically see Jace flinch, even through the door. Jeez... where did that come from?

Silence. Though she knew he was still there.

She sighed, "Look Jace I'm sorry, but seriously I'm fine. Perhaps we could have Taki's for breakfast to make me feel better, you know, takeout?"

"Course babe, I'll be back in thirty." He still didn't sound too sure, but Clary guessed he was at a loss as to what else to do.

She couldn't even manage a "later," before the door to Jace's room slammed shut behind him.

She felt drained, not just physically, but emotionally. All she wanted to do was curl up into a nice comfy fetal position next to the toilet, and fall asleep on the cold tiled floor.

However, she knew Jace, and knew he would be practically running, full angel boy speed, to Taki's and back - he didn't like leaving her alone at the best of times. She didn't have long.

Panting for breath, she dragged herself up off of the bathroom floor, clutching the sink for balance, and peered at her reflection in the mirror.

Leaning to the right, to see past a long crack that traveled from the top right, to bottom left corner, (Something Jace had undoubtedly done in a state of anger) she blanched.

She looked awful. Really awful. Her eyelids were slight yellow and puffy, her eyes blood shot and being hugged by some serious under eye circles, that were already start to look purple. Damn.

Hurriedly she set to work making herself look presentable, splashing cold water on her face. Then she opted for makeup - something she rarely wore, and only really owned because it was either that, or have Izzy string her up by her ears - concealer for her under eyes, and mascara, to hopefully draw attention away from the 'zombie' face.

While she was doing this, and it took a while as she wasn't the most experienced in 'face-caking,' she gave herself a mental pat on the back for her quick thinking it-must-have-been-something-I-drank-last-night skills. It was a reasonable excuse. Normally Clary was awful at lying, and Jace would catch her bluff easily.

It was especially good considering there was no way it could be true - she hadn't drunk anything, or rather swallowed anything. She'd taken a big gulp of some nasty tasting stuff to 'drown her sorrows,' before spitting back out into the glass - much to the disgust of the werewolf behind the bar - once she remembered the baby. Maybe the reason Jace hadn't caught her out had something to do with the fact he couldn't actually see her...

She heard the clash of bowls and dishes from the kitchen downstairs, and knew Jace must be home.

19 minutes. Whoa.

Hurriedly she took once last glance in the mirror, hoping Jace wouldn't notice her 'extra layer of face' this morning.