"Devotion," Clary muttered to herself, patting her hair dry with a towel. "Devotion, my ass."

Clary was sitting at the edge of her new bedroom's door later that night. In order to make sure that no one found her when she wanted to be alone, she switched bedrooms to one a couple of doors down. Jace had no right to sit there and act like he loved her when she knew that he didn't. He thought she was some stupid mundane, and would always think that way. She huffed and threw the brush down on the bed and began pacing around her room with arms crossed over her chest.

"Mundane," the word was bitter on her mouth. When she first met Jace, and he called her that she didn't mind it. But now she knew that she was a shadowhunter. She knew that she had every right to be there as he did. So what if she got a late start?

'Well last time we got in a fight with a demon all you did was scream and cower.' She remembered Alec said something like that some time ago. It was still imprinted in her brain like someone took a stamp and put it on her forehead.

"Well, if I'm going to be as good as them, I'll need to start right away," said Clary to no one in particular. Now I'm talking to myself. Clary groaned inwardly and flopped down on the bed. She would train night and day until she was as good as Jace. Well, she admitted in an afterthought, almost as well as Jace.

Wayward Lovers….Wayward Lovers….

Jace was pacing in his room running his hands through his hair. He rarely ever lost his cool like that. And the fact that he actually wrote that in Clary's sketchpad! Stupid! Jace kicked his dresser angrily causing the wood to splinter in half. He stopped and took a step back. Jace Lightwood did not break down into tears like a little girl, he was always calm, cool, and collected.

He smelled the familiar smell of takeout from the kitchen. He glanced at his clock; 8:49. Pretty late to be eating, but then again Isabelle was a terrible cook. He wandered his way towards the kitchen, hoping to catch Clary along the way but had no luck. He took a breath at the door. 'Stay calm, Lightwood' he told himself. With that thought he burst into the kitchen loudly, announcing himself loudly.

"What's for dinner?" he said stretching a bit and scanning the room. Huddled around the counter was only Alec and Isabelle, and Jace could tell that he had interrupted a deep conversation by the looks on their faces and when Alec jumped back yelling in surprise.

"Jesus!" Alec just stared at him, and Jace made sure to keep a smirk on her face.

"Actually, my name is Jace. But I've been told I similarity is stunning." Jace grabbed a box of takeout from the counter and started attacking it with a fork in hand. After the awkward silence it was Isabelle who broke it.

"Have you seen Clary," she asked slowly as though the slightest mention of her would break him in half.

"Nope," he said calmly with his mouth full of food.

"She's not in her room, and some of her stuff is gone," she said quietly.

"She's gone?" Jace swallowed his food quickly and felt his blood go hot. She goes missing much more than the average vixen should.

"I just saw her an hour ago and she said she was going to bed," Alec intervened.

"You're sure she's not in bed?" Jace asked looking at Isabelle. "You do tend to overreact to small things." Isabelle's face went bright red and she glared at him with anger he had rarely seen directed towards him at least.

"Will you stop doing that?" She exclaimed loudly slamming her food down on the counter causing some of the contents to be spilled out on to the counter.

"What? Looking outrageously attractive?" he jeered at her. Normally this would have just caused a normal brother sister sort of banter but Jace could see that Isabelle was pissed and there was no stopping what was about to come.

Isabelle picked up a wooden spoon off of the counter and flung it at Jace. With his usual reflexes he would've been able to dodge it, but with all the distractions lately he simply put up his arms to block the blow from his face.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!" She screamed at him. Alec stood in front of her trying to block any further fury from Jace. He was trying to say some calming things to her and hold her back. But she continued to spit hateful words at him while Alec pulled her out of the room. He didn't know what her deal was. She was rarely this angry at all and it had never been towards him any of the time. Maybe a couple times when they were very little but this was just out of control.

"What's going on?" Jace spun on the spot to find Clary, hair still wet from what appeared to be a shower. She grabbed a box of food without even giving him the slightest glance, staying focused on the direction where the shouting was coming from.

"Isabelle went off again," he shrugged keeping his face clam, hoping she was no longer upset with him. He looked at the way he shirt hugged her curves perfectly and how her hair dangled just barely in front of her face while she ate her food. Her green eyes glowed brightly, and he took a hesitant step towards her that she didn't seem to know it. She was wolfing down the food like it was her last meal and put the box on the counter.

"Hey, did you want to-" Jace started, but he was cut off. He wasn't sure what he was going to ask her but it didn't matter anymore.

"I'm going to bed," Clary said, turning on the spot causing her hair to spin around her and shine under the lights of the kitchen.

"Clary," he called out.

"Good night," she sang out. She sounded happy, very happy.

Wayward Lovers….Wayward Lovers….

Jace woke up early like he always did. Not that he slept much that night. It was only four in the morning, but he was wide awake. Dreams of Clary flooded his mind even though he was doing his best to block her out. After she seemed so happy the previous night Jace decided that he was going to do his best to block her out, so that he wouldn't have to deal with the pain the accompanied her living perfectly without him when he could never do anything without her.

When he passed the training room her heard a grunting noise. He peered into the room and saw Clary attacking a punching bag. She looked exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that she got when she had been training for at least a couple of hours.

"Clary," he said quietly at first then repeated it louder. "Clary." She turned around and looked at him, eyed him up and down. After scanning him a couple of times she returned her attention back to the punching back at her disposal.

"What are you doing?" he asked her. She hardly ever trained this early and when she did, it was grudgingly and usually done with a lot of complaining. As far as Jace could tell no one was here with her, and why would they be at such an early hour?

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked. Her stance was getting quite good, and he watched her for a bit before asking another question.

"How long have you been up?" he called out over the sound of punches and grunts from a tired girl.

"A couple hours," she shrugged off. Normally he expected her to lie to him and say that she was only up for a bit but she shrugged it off as though he were talking to Simon.

"You should be in bed," he told her crossing his arms over his chest.

"So should you," she panted out, glancing at him again.

"You need to stop," he told her firmly. She turned to face him fully.

"Stop what?" she tilted her head to the side causing a couple of beads of sweat to run down her face.

"This," I exclaimed. "Training. You're doing fine, you don't need extra." Something boiled up inside me when she shrugged and turned back to the punching bag. He could tell by the dark circles under her eyes that she hadn't slept a full night in a couple of days, and the training constantly wasn't helping. He wasn't about to let her ruin herself by tearing her own body apart piece by piece. Clary seemed to notice my blood boiling because when I opened my mouth to say something she cut me off.

"I'll stop in a bit, okay?" she smirked at me, and my heart fluttered at the glow in her eyes. My legs melted and I agreed reluctantly, deciding to get some fresh air.

Wayward Lovers….Wayward Lovers….

(Accidently wrote this in first person so…pretend it's like all the other parts, because I'm too lazy to go back and change it… Sorry. Obviously Jace's P.O.V.)

My fresh air turned out to be a six hour walk, all around the city. I saw more people than I had in a long time, all of them running to get to work on time, some going to school and others just enjoying the area.

When I returned the training room, Clary was still there. She was still punching away at that bag, though her stance was much worse. Her shoulders drooped in agony of the over exercising and her arms hung limply until she forced them up.

"Clary!" I came up behind her and she turned to face me. No smirk was on her face this time, just a tired one. "You said that you were going to stop."

"I will stop"

"It's been six hours, Clary! That's too long. Even for me! And God knows how long you were in here before I found you." She shrugged simply.

"I've just been training, Jace. You told me I need to practice hand to hand combat last week, didn't you?" She turned to face the punching bag again but I grabbed her arm roughly and made her face me.

"I didn't mean go crazy with it!"

"I'm almost done. Relax." I saw a flash of amusement in her eyes, like she knew that I would get angry.

"No. You're done now." I gripped her arm tightly and started pulling her towards the door but I was distracted by a blow to the stomach. "What was that for?" I grunted. Despite her tiredness she was still very strong.

"I'm not done yet. Just leave me alone will you?" That stirred up something inside me so strong that I simply picked her up over my shoulder. Despite her fighting abilities getting better I was still much better than her. She punched at my back trying to get me to let go of her.

"Let go of me you bastard!" she screamed at me.

"No way Clary," I said laughing and shaking my head. Despite her being furious with me, this was still a pretty amusing situation.

I felt a sharp pain when she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it as hard as her position would allow. I yelled out and since she was draped over my shoulder I reached up and smacked her on the bottom. This caused her to go madly insane and she started kicking wildly. Normally I would laugh but instead, I turned into the nearest empty bedroom I stormed in and flung her on the bed.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" She yelled at me, and clutched the sheets tightly, knowing that I would be able to catch her if she tried to escape. I loomed over her darkly.

"What do you mean what's the matter with me? You're the one screaming at me every chance you get and nearly killing yourself trying to train your heart out!"

"You know I need to catch up to you guys!"

"Catch up? Clary you just started for Christ's sake. You aren't going demon hunting next week. It takes a while."

"No. I'm not that useless!" I stared at her.

"Who the hell said you were useless? You've saved us more than enough and you didn't even know about us a couple of months ago."

"You did!" She screamed at me. He face was red with anger and her knuckles were white, gripping the sheets of the bed.

"Clary," I sighed. "It was to get you to leave!"

"You could've asked!"

"And you would've listened?" She didn't answer to this. "I didn't think so!"

"Well you didn't have to say that!" he eyes were filling with tears and her grip on the bed was easing.

"Clary," I whispered quietly, leaning down on the bed. "I was under stress. I needed you safe."

"I could've stayed safe."

"Dammit Clary!" I stood up, slamming my fists onto the wall before turning back to her. "Don't you understand?"

She stood up, staying close to the bed. "Understand what?" she shouted. "That you hate me?" I walked up to her quickly causing her to gasp, grabbed her by the shoulders, and shook her.

"I can't lose you!" I heard my voice crack and repeated quieter. "I can't lose you…" She stayed quiet, looking deep into my eyes and I gazed into hers. She didn't say anything and I saw her glance down at my lips then back up at my eyes. Being this close brought back memories like the first time I kissed her in the greenhouse.

"Jace," she breathed out. I could feel her tense body melt into my firm hold on her shoulders. I couldn't tell what she was thinking like I normally could.

"I can't lose you," I repeated. I knew it sounded pathetic and I scolded myself inwardly but it was true.

Author Note time!

Okay! Awesome thought that made me laugh. For all of you who know LMAO's song Sexy and I know it. I was listening to it today, I swear, I pictured Jace walking up and down a street to that song. I was laughing so hard. I mean seriously! Listen to the song it's totally him! Anyways, back to the story. (P.S. do we know who's playing him in the movie? Cause I would love you forever if someone told me!)

How'd you like it? I usually don't post much unless provoked by comments. So I'd say new chapter 2-3 weeks? Unless your comments make me think otherwise (wink wink nudge nudge) Bah. I dunno. Feel like crap so my stories might not be as good. Please comment.

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