A/N: Yes, Yes I LIED!!! I said it was a one shot and this is obviously a chapter TWO. But you see, just the like the first chapter, Jace and Clary were whispering in my head this story, this amazing story. One filled with tears, love, hatred and laughter and just got louder and louder…and when I screamed for them to shut their stupid mouths, this was a one shot, Clary began whispering sorry and shut her mouth like good little girl. But Jace, oh Jace, he started to scream back, the story pouring from that gorgeous mouth of his until I couldn't block it any more and his words slithered into my fingers and on this page. The End.
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah. No copyright infringement meant. I think.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Clary groaned, smashing her face further into the pillow. Was the clock haunting her? And why was her pillow so warm and hard? Something brushed against her hair, fingers.
Clary's eyes shot open, taking in her surroundings. The musky smell of leather and a scent that burned her memory filled her noise before she realized she was still in the library.
Clary's hands tightened around a shirt and she looked up, Jace's face soft and serene in sleep. His hand was placed against her hair, the other wrapped around her waist.
She must have fallen asleep last night after she moved positions to lean against Jace's shoulder.
A blanket was tossed across her feet; her pink-socked toe peeked beneath the dusty velvet. She wondered briefly how Jace had reached the blanket without moving her. But then again, Jace did a lot of things Clary didn't really understand how he did it.
She slowly tried to pry his hand off her waist but he didn't budge, sighing in his sleep. She sighed too and plopped her head on his stomach. This was going to be difficult.
She had begun considering waking him up. But she had seen the dark circles forming beneath his eyes, he hadn't been sleeping well lately and truly neither was she. Until last night. Last night she slept surprisingly well.
Jace stirred, sliding down the couch further. His hand loosened his grip, just enough so Clary could slip through. She wasn't as graceful as he was though and crashed to the floor.
"Oomph."
Jace shot up, glancing around the room suspiciously before glancing at the floor. His eyebrow rose up at her. She waved her hand in a small wave. "Why are you on the floor?" Jace asked, his voice sleepy.
"I decided to test gravity. It works." She groaned, closing her eyes. The sun was peeking in the window, glaring straight into her eyes. Jace chuckled, resting his head against his knees.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked politely, watching her. His hair was sticking up in various directions, making Clary giggle. "Fine." She said, tossing an arm over her eyes. "Why are you still on the floor?" Jace asked.
"Because I'm too lazy to get up." She sighed. Jace laughed, leaning back on the couch. "That doesn't surprise me." Jace said. Clary slowly sat up, her back crackling. "I smell bacon." She whispered, looking around the library.
Jace's laughter filled the library. "I should have known. Of course you would be awake for the smell of food." Jace muttered. Clary rolled her eyes and popped to her feet, wobbling dizzily.
"You ok?" Jace asked, peeking at her from the corner of her eye. "Perfect." She grinned, running out of the library. She ran smack into Alec as she turned the corner. She was awfully klutzy today.
"Oh! Clary, there you are. Here. You left this in the kitchen. My mom wants you too." He mumbled, giving over the small silver phone to Clary.
"Oh! Thanks!" She said, tucking it into the pocket of her wrinkled jeans. "Sure." Alec mumbled, ducking his head. Alec had become less hostile to Clary since they had found out Jace and her were…siblings.
Clary followed her nose to the kitchen; the smell of bacon, eggs, toast and hot coffee obviously telling her Isabelle wasn't the one cooking. Maryse, in all her pink apron glory, was flipping eggs, sunny side up, on the stove and humming a soft song.
"Hello Clary. I see Alec found you." She said without turning around. It must have been Clary's loud footfalls, loud compared to the silent ones of all the others. Clary slid into the chair at the breakfast table.
"He said you wanted me?" She said, her voice far too awake for this earlier in the morning. Maryse smiled over at her, placing the eggs on a plate and balancing all the plates of hot food on her arms.
"Did you sleep well dear?" She asked, carefully, with the grace of waitress ballerina. "Yes, thank you." Clary whispered politely. "Luke called your cell phone, I answered since you weren't around and he was being rather persistent." Maryse began, walking back into the kitchen. Clary frowned, not sure how she felt about Maryse answering her phone.
"He said he has to leave the city for a few days, to Manhattan, to meet with the wolf leader there about something serious. He wouldn't go into details. He wanted you home by ten," Clary glanced at the screen of her phone, it was 7:19, "But I offered for you to stay here. You are after all a shadowhunter, you belong here as much as I do and you are very close to my children it seems. Luke agreed and will be by later with clothes." She smiled at her.
"I believe you can talk Jace into doing some training while you're here also. You need to start on that soon and he's the best one to tutor you. I would but the Clave has me working in a knot along with Robert." Clary nodded with a tight smile and grabbed a piece of bacon, quickly shoving it in her mouth.
Isabelle stumbled in then, her hair in disarray and her eyes bloodshot. She groaned and sat across from Clary, placing her head on the table. "Isabelle, I told you those downworlder parties are trouble." Maryse scolded her daughter. Isabelle moaned in protest.
Jace and Alec came in, Jace grinning like a madman and Alec's face twisted in confusion. The sat one each side of her, Clary suddenly felt surrounded. "Ah, so your nose was right. There is bacon!" Jace shoved two pieces into his mouth happily.
"You are in an awfully good mood this morning Jace." Maryse said mockingly suspicious. "I had a good night's rest. And I have bacon. It's all a man needs these days. Along with a girl and some good fighting every now and then." Jace responded, grabbing a plate and loading it with food.
"Clary will be staying with us for a few days, Luke will be out of town. Be good." Maryse simplified, leaving the training suggestion for Clary to say. She winked at Clary, patting Isabelle's head as she passed, exiting the kitchen.
"So you get to be our roomie?" Jace asked, now loading her plate with food. She scowled at him. "I can feed myself Jace." She said. Alec was watching was ignoring them, use to their bickering by now, and focusing on what his hung over sister was grumbling.
"Oh I know you can. But it's my duty to make sure you get to be big and strong. Like me." He winked, continuing on pouring orange juice for her. "I want coffee." She complained. Jace laughed. "I know. But this, this is good for you. Plus, I squeezed it myself." He smiled handing the cup to her.
"You are really taking this big brother role seriously this morning aren't you?" She grumbled, sipping the juice reluctantly. She had to admit, it was pretty delicious. Just enough sugar to make it sweet and not like store bought junk.
"So…Jace…can we talk? I need to ask you something…important." She said awkwardly, her focus on her knife and eggs. Isabelle's dark eyes peeked up from her arms. "Why can't I know? I thought we were friends Clary. Friends don't keep secrets." Isabelle's head fell back into the curve of her scarred arms.
Guilt pushed her eggs back up her throat. She swallowed hard, gulping down orange juice. "Please, Jace?" She asked, looking up at him. Jace's eyes were suspicious but he agreed only after breakfast of course.
They walked back to the library, semi-unconsciously. "What is it?" Jace asked his hands shoved in his pocket. "Maryse wants me to ask you something." She whispered, keeping her eyes on her toes that needed to be repainted.
"Then why didn't she ask me herself? Maryse really isn't shy." He said Clary could feel his eyes burning golden holes into her face. She was surprised her face was golden Swiss cheese yet.
"Because she thinks only you'll say yes to me." Clary said bringing her eyes up to meet his. "So go on." Clary sighed and stopped walking, realizing they were standing inside the library now. The clock was still ticking quietly in the background. Tick. Tick. Tick.
"Willyoutrainme?" She asked in a rush. Jace's eyebrow rose. "Say that again slower please." He said, giving her an example of the slowness he wanted. Clary closed her eyes, the only way she could ever say anything to Jace was if she wasn't being interrogated by his eyes.
"Will you train me?" She asked slowly stretching her words out. She peeked on emerald eye at him, surprised by the shock and pleased look on his face. "Of course! I would have begun a while ago had you only asked." Jace smiled. "Really?" Clary was excited now.
"Clary, when will you realize I will do anything you ask?" He said, stepping closer. Clary gulped, tilted her head back to look at him. Jace was far too tall.
"You wouldn't do anything for me." She said softly. "You want to try me?" Jace challenged. "So you would…Take me to Italy and buy me the Mona Lisa if I asked?" She said, coming up with the most random obnoxious thing she could think of.
"Let me grab my wallet and get the airlines on the phone." Jace said seriously. Clary's eyes widened. "You're lying." She said. "Not about this." Jace said. Clary's eyes narrowed.
"Alright, snake charmer, stop the chitchat and grab the closest book. Get to teaching professor." She said. Jace cracked a smile. "Alright, let's start with your demonology, ok?" he said, shaking his head. Clary shrugged, plopping herself on the couch.
Jace's thin fingers skimmed the book titles until he landed on the one he wanted, coated in thick dust. He sat beside Clary softly brushing the dust off and rubbing it on his pajama pants.
"I can be bribed to give A's by the way." He said before opening the book. Clary snorted which turned to a cough due to the dust. "And how exactly do I bribe you?" She asked, turning herself to face him.
He winked playfully. "Think…Isabelle. If we had a different tutor other than Hodge growing up I'm sure she would have aced every single lesson." Clary gasped at Jace, smacking his arm.
"You can keep wishing buddy!" She said in shock. Jace laughed. "I was kidding. Kind of. You're welcome to try if you'd like. I'd be highly entertained." Jace said, flipping to the page he must have known by heart.
"Now this Clary is a Ravener, something you have experience with..."
A/N: So, this will probably develop in a story I love and update…so you should alert! And review because you love me! BTW! I'm defiantly dedicating the song "Tongue Tied" by Faber Drive to Jace and Clary. Go listen! Yes you!