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Chapter 3

*Four months later*

"Hey, I'm sorry, I can't make lunch today baby. Jace is having legal issues with his producer again and wants me to represent him. Judging by the way it's going right now I think I'm going to be out here until at least dinner time. You know how arrogant Jace is, he's not budging on his position and neither is the producer." Clary did know. The first time she had met Jace he'd hit on her, in front of Alec. Ever since then Clary did everything in her power to avoid the jackass.

"It's okay, babe. I'm still at home right now but I can head over to the studio around seven and we can have dinner after you finish, what do you think?" Alec was talking with someone away from the phone and Clary had to wait for him to be finished before repeating the question. Even though they had only been seeing each other for a short amount of time Clary could see a future with him. She could picture their children running around a green backyard, Clary sketching and Alec running the barbeque.

A month ago they moved in together even though everyone said it was too soon, Clary didn't see it that way. She thought that if something felt right she had to go for it.

"I'm thinking about how I'm never letting you go back to heaven, my Angel." Clary pats the thick book sitting in her lap, smiling to herself. He was always so sweet to her.

"I love you too." Clary stood from the warm love seat and stretched her sore limbs. "I'll see you soon." Hanging up, Clary dropped the phone on the coffee table. Clary decided to drop by the studio after a long bath. She let the water soothe her tense muscles, she always got a backache from leaning over her work table.

Their closet was full of suits. Business and casual, Alec had casual suits. Clary never bothered wearing the expensive clothes Alec kept buying for her, she enjoyed her Doctor Who t-shirts and skinny jeans, and she felt like a dress up doll in them.

Even hearing about Jace's problems made Clary want to avoid him even more than usual. As far as Isabelle's texts told her, Jace's co star, Teresa was using methamphetamine which goes against her contract. And anyone's moral code, if you asked Clary. They had already shot the first episode with her so now they were recasting her character and reshooting everything they had with Teresa. Clary anticipated parking to be a pain in the ass, with stars like Chloe Grace Moretz and Emma Watson walking around, the place was bursting at the seams with paparazzi and fans. Isabelle said that she'd seen the interview tapes Chloe and Emma had done with Jace, she said their chemistry was thin and forced.

Leave it to Jace to not be able to hit it off with two of the most iconic and beautiful ladies in teenage cinema. What a dummy.

When Clary pulled into the large parking structure across the studio, she had searched for over half an hour for a space. The closest one to the building was on the top floor of the structure and by the time she got to the street level Clary was out of breath and her legs were stiff. And people wonder why Clary doesn't do physical activity for fun. This is why, because the most she can do is walk three flights of stairs and she's dead. The room Alec told her he was in, was across the sets and crowded street.

Jogging across the road Clary was blinded by the headlights on a blue mazda. Clary could hear the screeching on the breaks and smell the burning rubber. She doesn't remember screaming but she recalled hearing a scream just before a large body slammed into hers and knocked her to the ground, slamming her head against the rough pavement. Clary thought she was dead. Her head was ringing and Clary could hear an echo of a sugary sweet voice calling her out of the abyss. Colors began to bleed through her vision. A blurry face came into her subconscious view.

The longer she kept her eyes closed, the clearer the voices around her became. Some were asking if she was okay, others were yelling at the driver. The responses he gave were loud grunts, Clary suspected he was drunk. One specific voice seemed louder than the others, closer, she realized. It must be the person who knocked her out of the way in time not to be pancaked in the middle of the road.

"Clary? You're okay, you're okay. Look at me sweetheart." Clary felt a warm pull as she was moved to a sitting position. Rough fingers stroked her arms as the unknown man held her up. "I've got her, you deal with the jackass who almost ran her over." In a swift moment Clary was plucked up from the ground and in mid air. Clary was certain that the driver had killed her and now she was flying through the air to her death. Suddenly a heat enveloped her. Clary whimpered at the pain in her arm and her carrier hushed her softly.

Under normal circumstances Clary wouldn't let herself cry in front of a stranger but she recognized the smell of the man's clothes. Peppermint and a small essence of AXE. Most men now use the whole can in one go and it gave Clary a headache but Jace used an amount that was meant to be smelled only from a close proximity, not from Hawaii. Clary didn't care how Jace sees her, as long as he didn't say anything rude because she will punch him. Injured or not.

Since the second they met they weren't on the best of terms. He was an arrogant ass with an ego the size of Russia's nuclear capabilities during the Cold War and was willing to fuck any living woman in a three hundred mile radius that was old enough to drink, was decent looking, and below a size 4. Sometimes he didn't even know their names, he just fucked them in nightclubs bathroom and left. Actually that was how he prefered it. Not that Clary would know because she wouldn't be caught dead next to him.

Jace carried her until he laid her down on a small but strangely comfortable chair. He gently withdrew his hands from her petite form and Clary couldn't tell what he was doing after that. After several minutes Clary's breathing relaxed and she wanted to open her eyes, to see where the demon had taken her.

"Hey, your wrist looks a little bruised up so can you stay put until they bring down my car from it's parking space?" Clary slowly peeled her eyes open and saw the ceiling of Jaces trailer. Turning her head she noticed a sign, it read: If you just woke up here, don't expect breakfast.

"Classy." Clary began standing up and her head began ringing. She winced and pressed her sore palm against her forehead. Her arm felt like knives gently cutting her skin until they could press the entirety of the blade inside her flesh. "Ouch."

"That's probably my fault. You hit your head pretty hard when I pulled you under me." Clary decided to ignore the urge to blush and hit him with something when he glanced back and flashed her a scheming smile. An image pieced itself together in Clary's dizzy head. When she was walking across she had seen Jace talking to the director. He had been on the far side of the parking lot. As in, very far away from her.

"How did you get there so fast?" Clary turned her head towards him and winced again at the sudden motion. Jace held a bowl of water and a paper towel in his hands. Rubbing slow circles along her temples Clary felt something sticky on her fingers, pulling away she saw drops of dark red blood on her fingertips.

"I saw the car coming towards you and you were completely oblivious, as always, so I had to put my fine ass on the line to save your average life. Plus Alec would have killed me if I didn't get there in time." He smirks and Clary felt the need to smack him upside the head again, however, he did just save her life so she let it pass.

Rising on her elbows Clary flinches from the growing pain in the back of her head. Jace doesn't seem to care that there's a series of shouts from outside demanding an interview with the rising star and cameras going off. He was used to it. "Did you call me 'sweetheart' or was that part of my whiplash?"

"Your head is bleeding, where the hell is my car? I have to take you to the hospital." Clary doesn't miss the slightly stiffness in his posture as he blatantly ignores her previous question. Clary tries to shake her head but the slight movement alone causes her to hold her head with her hands. "You're being ridiculous. Come here." Jace lifts her out of the cott, Clary's head begins spinning like a roller coaster. He guides her hands to his neck and she latches on as if this is life and death matter.

Jace chuckles lightly and kicks the door open. More flashes and screams echo through the large gathering of reporters and fans. A bright light bounces off her eyes and Clary buries her head into Jace's shoulder further. He smelled like apples and mint chocolate, it was nice. How did his scent change? Clary couldn't help but compare it to the always present smell Alec carried with him. Like the spine of a musty book and cherry blossoms. It was a homey smell.

Clary felt Jace's arms relax as he placed her into the front seat of his silver Audi convertible. The continued light glares sting Clary's already sore temples and she attempts to cover her face with her arm. Jace pulls up the sunroof and the pain declines but remains steady behind her eyes.

The tires screeched against the asphalt and Clary moaned from the pain that radiates from her head. Her fingers came away sticky with blood again and Clary turned her head from side to side, rolling on the leather seats, trying to get comfortable without leaving a stain. She felt a warm hand clasp her own, knocking it away from her bleeding face.

"Don't do that, Care." Clary hated when he called her that. She hated Jace for remembering it and bringing it up every five seconds.

Last month Alec and Izzy had brought Max over to her mom's gallery showing. That on it's own would have been fine but when Jace showed up, half drunk and Alec had to drag him to the backroom. No one's really sure what transpired at that time but one thing everyone was sure of was that when Jace came out he had a black eye and Alec was strangely happy.

After the incident took place, Jace had apologized to her and walked back into the break room, away from the paparazzi. Alec never told her what exactly had happened but ever since then Jace called her Care. Clary actually had no idea why but it was better than the things other people called her behind her back in grades school.

Clary thought about all the pictures those bloodsucking journalist took and the provocative positions Clary and Jace were in. Her in his arms, snuggling closer to him, him saving her life whilst risking his own. The magazines would eat this up. With a new girl in Jaces arms, who was obviously not his current girlfriend.

Clary was starting to wish that car had run her over. She was dating Alec but the paparazzi would twist it into something ugly and untrue. Jace was still holding on to her wrist and she ripped her hand away. Crossing her arms, Clary stopped caring about staining the leather and turned her head to look out at the city streets.

The rest of the ride to the hospital was in silence, Jace glanced over at her every once in awhile to make sure she hadn't fallen asleep and shook her awake whenever she drifted off. He kept telling her to stay awake, that it wasn't safe for her to fall asleep with a head injury. Clary tried to wave him off but he wouldn't budge.

Once at the hospital Clary was relieved to find out she did not, in fact, have a concussion and only needed a single stitch on the side of her head. Jace had been over dramatic as always and wouldn't let the doctor do anything without him in the room. If Clary didn't know better she would have thought he was concerned about her well being. He may have saved her life but Clary felt like that was more out of duty and loyalty to Alec than to her. Jace looked at her suspiciously when she almost laughed at the thought of Jace concerned about her then turned back to talk with the doctor.

"Jace, I'm fine. Seriously, stop it, you're freaking me out." The doctor rose her perfectly arched eyebrows and it took Clary a moment to realize what she did. As stupid as she is, she personalised their relationship and now if the Doctor gave a statement to the paparazzi she would say they were 'familiars'. Whatever the fuck that means in the media world. Strangely enough Jace doesn't seem to care.

Jace stares at Clary, studying her. Finally he submits to his undeniable defeat. "Fine, but if you don't feel well you tell me, okay?" Clary figures that it's the best she can get right now so she simply nods and Jace smirks back at her, making her regret it already. "Good. Let's get out of here then. This place is depressing me." If anyone else were to say that in front of a doctor they would get a dirty look but this doctor was busy giving him puppy dog eyes.

Jace grabs Clary's hand and she has to jog to keep up with his long strides. Clary tries to wrench her hand away from his, they really don't need anymore compromising photos for the paparazzi. She was dreading seeing Alec's face contort with embarrassment when he saw this. You would think Jace would know better than anyone. He's the one that's been caught joining in underaged drinking, using multiple drugs, having foursomes, clubbing for days, and getting arrested left and right. How did this guy manage to have a job?

"Jace, let go. I can't keep up with your sasquatch sized legs." Clary tries yell at him silently as to not draw anymore attention but Jace is probably the hottest thing to walk these halls, he's drowning in attention. Clary could swear that even the cameras were following him. "The glorified stalkers could be near by. What do you think Aline would say about this?"

Even though Clary and Aline were kind of friends she knew that Aline was kind of an attention whore, just like Jace, now she got why they were together. She wouldn't care about him being out with another girl, however, she would care that the story would be drawing away from her new tour. Her band, Second Starlight, was pretty much the cheesiest band ever created. Starting with the name and ending with the music and actual members.

Their concerts usually sold out after ten minutes of the tickets being released. Safe to say Aline's biggest issues weren't her boyfriends tv show or movies. Clary doubted Aline and Jace actually ever talked outside of the public's eyes. That should tell you enough about their so called relationship. They were both self-obsessed and only think about how other people see them, they have no fun unless a camera is there to capture the moment.

"She would pout that someone other than her got the cover of a magazine. You should have seen her face when Teresa got the cover twice. When she got the part of Tessa and when she lost it. Aline pretty much had smoke coming out of her nose." Jace chuckled at his own joke. Clary could never see Alec talking about her that way.

"Do you two even like each other or is it all a publicity act?" Clary was surprised at the sudden change of conversation that she hadn't noticed that they were outside, walking side by side, still holding hands while countless pictures and videos were being taken of them. Subconsciously Clary squeezed his hand and was even more shocked when he squeezed back. She didn't dare look up at him.

"We can talk about this later, Care." Clary knew that was code for 'never talking about this with you again' and 'shut it before you embarrass me more'. Jace was a pretty clean cut guy. Of course the press never played it out like that. To them he was just another passing pretty face. The press hadn't reported anything of drugs or four night clubbing in a few months so that surprised Clary. Jace wasn't seen as caring or affectionate to the public but saving a girl's life from a drunk driver, while risking his own life in the process was the most exciting thing that's happened in Hollywood in at least two weeks.

They walked briskly to the car, Clary getting in the front seat and buckled her seatbelt across her sore chest. Jace may have saved her from turning into road kill but he certainly didn't leave her without a few souvenirs.

Clary had been right. They never did talk about it later. During the ride they were in silence but, unlike last time, this was comfortable. Jace checked on her ever so often but Clary wasn't so tired anymore. Her head was still sore but the painkillers were certainly working.

"Do you want me to drop you off at home?" His voice was wondering, gentle.

"No, I left my car at the studio and Alec will be worried about me." Jace nodded. They crept back into their quiet corners of the car.

Jace was even a gentleman when he opened the door for Clary and helped her out by holding her hand. His grip was gentle but firm, Clary wondered how he could manage both. Alec was pacing in front of the building, pulling at his hair, in his hands was Clary's messenger bag. Alec's knuckles were turning white from the effort to hold on to it. When he saw her he sprinted towards her, Clary dropped Jace's hand and began to jog to him. Alec held onto her like she was the last breath of air on earth.

"Good God, woman. If you ever scare me like that again…" He couldn't finish his muffled sentence. He was kissing her head and face, Clary laughed from the wet kisses. Holding her close to his side, Alec turned to Jace. "Thank you for saving her." He kisses my forehead again. "Thank you."

"So how did the meeting with the producers go?" Clary felt a little hurt at the lack of attention he was paying her, it wasn't like she wasn't a parade from him but Jace had been so caring and now he's back to being the self centered dipshit, he always was. Alec gave her another once over then turned back to Jace.

"They're permanently dumping Teresa and want you to work with another Tessa. You know they hate restarting a show this big but Teresa's doctors don't think she'll be out in time to continue with the season and finish it in time for airing. They'll just add Tessa's character casting along with Jessamine Lovelace and Nathaniel Grey." Jace tssked and crossed his arms over his chest protectively.

"Alec, can I talk to Jace for a minute?" Alec nodded but didn't move. "Alone." He had a goofy smile when he walked to the parking garage, telling her that he'll meet her home. "I, um… Wanted to, hmm, thank you." Jace's smug grin made Clary apologetic. For thinking she could talk to this child like an adult.

He leans in, like he's going to tell Clary a secret, only meant for her. "You're welcome, sweetheart." That was definitely surprising.

Clary thought about it for a moment before she was able to talk herself out of it, she launched her body at him. Jace barely had enough time to catch her and they stumbled for balance. For a second Clary was worried that Jace would push her away but after a second's hesitation, his arms enveloped her small form.

"I mean it, thank you." She then mumbled, "Jackass."

Jace had at least a foot on Clary, his body had to be hunched over in order for her face not to be buried into his chest. After several second Clary started pulling away, her hands dropping from his neck, down to his shoulders, Jace seemed to have other plans. His grip tightened on her hips and he lifted her off the ground, her legs swung and her shoes fell off her feet. Clary was afraid of falling, her arms went around his neck again, tighter than before.

Clary squeaked when Jace lifted her up. She'd never squeaked before. He spun her around, actually spun her, like it's a movie. When Jace finally put her down they were both laughing. Clary picked up her shoes and messenger bag and walked back to her car.

Little did she know that the director saw the entire scene. From the car, to the carrying, to the hug. He had found his Tessa Grey. Now to convince her it was a brilliant career move.

~RM~

Getting in her car, Clary drove a little behind Alec. At the final turn into their building she realized they didn't get their romantic dinner date, she made a mental note to prepare something for the next day.

With Isabelle flying in after her Parisian modeling excursion and Simon living a few blocks away, maybe they could all go out to dinner together. Even bring Max along. Clary was practically bouncing out of the car. She couldn't wait to have everyone together again!

Hello. I seem to be throwing Clary in a lot of near death experiences in my recent chapters. Oops. I've decided who is going to be cast as Jess and Nate. You find out next chapter! Guess in a review. WINK.

Also I love how I curse out journalist in this even though I've taken several journalism classes, including one right now, and I love it. Haha. Have you guys seen that video of the iguana running from a shit ton of bloodthirsty snakes? Yeah, that's me avoiding responsibilities.

TEEN WOLF SEASON SIX IS FINALLY COMING AND STYDIA. FEELS.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments and that's probably a good thing judging by these updates. You feel?