Thank you so much to my first reviewer, stolenaway! Here is chapter two. I hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter Two
"Jace?" Clary whispered, her throat feeling sore as she reached her hand out and stroked his blonde hair back from his forehead. "Jace, wake up."
Jace's golden eyes fluttered open and he raised his head. A look of relief washed over his face. "Thank the angel," he said gratefully. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead. "How do you feel?"
Clary gave a small smile. "Thirsty. My throat really hurts. What happened to me?"
Jace rose to his feet and crossed the room, pouring her a glass of water from a pitcher on a small table. "A nahari demon bit you on your hip. Magnus said we got you here just in time," he said as he brought the water over to her and handed it to her.
Clary pushed herself up against her pillows and took a sip of water. "I don't really remember much...just that those demons kind of cornered me. They went for me. I don't know why," she said looking up at him, brow furrowed.
Jace shook his head. "I don't know. Probably thought you were a greater threat than Isabelle," he said. "No telling why."
"Everyone else okay?" she asked him, taking another sip of water, the cool liquid coating her sore throat.
"Yeah, we're all fine. Just worried about you. Magnus said you'll be fine," he said, sitting back down in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face to wake himself up.
"Clary, good you're awake," Isabelle said, appearing in the doorway. "Feeling okay?"
Clary nodded.
"Good," Isabelle continued. "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Actually, it'll be delivered in twenty. I ordered pizza," she said. "Come on down when you're ready," she said, walking back down the hallway.
"At least we don't have to risk getting poisoned from her cooking," Jace joked with a smile.
"Heard that!" Isabelle called from a distance.
Clary laughed and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I'm going to go shower," she said, looking down at her clothes and hands, seeing blood and dirt. "Meet you downstairs?"
Jace stood up with her, nodding. "Yeah, I'm gonna grab a shower too real quick," he said, following her to the doorway. "Oh, and Clary?" he said, reaching out to take her arm. She turned and looked up at him. "I love you. I'm glad you're okay," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.
Clary smiled. "Love you too," she replied and stood on her toes to press her lips against his.
Jace snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together. Slowly and reluctantly, Clary pulled back. "See you in a few minutes," she said in a sing song voice and touched his cheek before she walked to the bathroom and turned the shower water on hot. She got a towel out and shed her dirty gear and stepped into the steaming shower, giving a sigh of relief as the hot water washed over her sore body.
Twenty minutes later, she walked out of her room dressed in jeans and a dark purple t-shirt, her curly hair damp. Isabelle was grabbing paper plates out of a cabinet while Jace grabbed drinks for them out of the refrigerator.
"That smells amazing," Clary said, plopping herself down in one of that chairs at the table, opening one of the pizza boxes. "I'm starving."
Isabelle smiled as sat across from Clary, passing her a plate as Jace handed her a drink.
"Where's Alec?" Clary asked.
"Magnus'," Isabelle replied. "Said that they needed some 'alone time'," she raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Clary laughed and Jace just shook his head as he took a bite of his pizza.
The three of them ate, none of them mentioning anything about the demons crowding in around Clary. Clary just passed it off as her memory of it was blurry, and Isabelle figured she was just imagining things.
Isabelle stood up from the table when she was finished and threw her paper plate in the trash. "Well I'm going over to Simon's," she said, heading for the door. "Be good," she called back as a joke, and the door shut behind her.
Jace stood up and disposed of their empty plates and drinks and looked Clary over. "So," he said.
Clary smiled at him, standing up and walking over, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So," she whispered, leaning up to kiss his neck.
"Wanna go upstairs and watch a movie?" Jace asked.
Clary pulled back slightly and looked at him. "Watch a movie? Seriously?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
Jace burst out laughing. "Joking," he said and grabbed her hand, pulling her upstairs with him.
They practically fell over one another, hands in each others' hair, their lips never parting for a moment. They stumbled into Jace's room and Clary kicked the door shut behind them.
Isabelle sat on Simon's couch flipping through Seventeen magazine as him and Maia's fingers danced over their controllers, their eyes locked on the TV. "Please tell me you'll be done soon," she said as she turned another page.
"Five minutes," Simon said, hitting one button several times frantically.
"No!" Maia yelled as she let the controller fall from her fingers. Her player on the game got blown to bits and she narrowed her eyes at Simon. "Next time, vampy," she said, pointing her finger at him.
"Finally," Isabelle mumbled, standing up off the couch and smoothing her short skirt down. "Ready, Simon?"
Simon turned the game system off and stood up, grabbing his jacket. "Ready," he said, taking her hand and walking to the door. "Later, Maia," he said as they walked out of the door.
"Where do you want to go?" Simon asked her once they were out on the sidewalk.
Isabelle shrugged. "Anywhere. I really don't care. I just needed to get out for a while. Alec is at Magnus' and Clary and Jace were practically undressing each other with their eyes at dinner."
Simon cringed. "Didn't need to know that," he said in a disgusted tone. "She's like my sister. That's weird," he said, putting his arm around her waist as they walked into the gates leading to Central Park.
"Yeah well, Jace is like my brother, so it's double weird," Isabelle laughed and sat down on a bench underneath a large tree, pulling Simon with her. It was nearly midnight it was starting to get really get chilly. She had Simon's jacket on which helped, plus it was unusually warm for the first week in December. It had been dark since five o'clock that evening and it was nearly midnight.
Simon leaned his head back as if looking for stars which was impossible in New York, but Isabelle noticed his eyes were closed. She took that moment to look at him, really look at him, and a smile crept across her lips. She thought about how lucky of a girl she was to have such a cute, sweet, and caring boyfriend. She was actually glad that he wasn't a shadowhunter. She didn't have to worry about him dying an early death like many girls were faced with. No, Simon would live for a long, long time and she felt lucky to be able to have him until the day she died. When that thought crossed her mind, Isabelle blinked and looked away. She was basically thinking forever. Did she really think their relationship would last forever? They weren't Clary and Jace after all.
"Why are you staring at me?" Simon murmured as she looked away, raising his head to look at her.
"I'm not," Isabelle scoffed.
"You were," he said teasingly, brushing her hair back from her shoulder.
Isabelle leaned her head over on his shoulder. "Do you ever think about the future? Us?"
"All the time," Simon said, pressing his lips to her temple. "All the time, Izzy."
"It would be nice if I could develop super immortal shadowhunter powers," Isabelle joked, even though she wish it really were a real thing. The longer her and Simon were dating, the more attached she was getting. She rarely went a day without seeing him and she constantly thought about him.
"It would be nice," Simon agreed. "But being immortal isn't as great as it sounds, Izzy. Some people, when they get old, they're glad to go. They don't have to keep fighting and struggling anymore. I won't be able to just let go and rest," he said quietly. "I wish I weren't immortal. I really do."
Isabelle sighed and laced her fingers through his. "Why does this have to be so complicated?" she asked rhetorically.
Simon stayed silent and just enjoyed having her close to him. She was all he'd ever wanted and more.
Clary put her head on Jace's chest, playing with his fingers. "I'm so tired," she whispered, feeling like her regular voice would be much too loud in the comfortable silence between them.
Jace pressed his lips to her forehead and pulled the blankets up on them since it was a little chilly in the Institute. "Get some sleep," he whispered back, wrapping his muscular arms around her securely. He wished he could just hold her all day and all night and never have to let go.
Clary closed her eyes and sighed. "I love you, Jace," she whispered quietly and then Jace felt her weight settle on him as she finally succumbed to sleep.
So there it was! Hope you guys liked it. Things get very exciting in the next chapter, so if you guys leave me a couple of reviews I just may update tomorrow *wink* Reviews make my day and give me motivation.
Stay tuned!
-MagicalMemory
