ALL CHARACTORS BELONG TO CASSANDRA CLARE NOT MEEEEE (THOUGH I WISH THEY DID)

Hurrah! Chapter three XP I actually wrote this up aaaaages ago but there was the small matter of my yr 8 exams *tremble* and typing it up and things that slow me down ^^ Just to warn you there may be a bit of a longer wait between the next few chapter uploads. The next one is written and typed but I need to re-draft the one after it so 3 Hope you people don't miiiiiind but I'm just concerned it's gonna start off well then I'll get sick of it and screw up the end which would be annoying and I imagine i'd have many enimies after that! So I'm gonna take my time, but I promise (aka. hope) it'll be worth it. Oh and CLARY AND JACE ARE IN THE SAME ROOM!!!! *faints* I went a bit mental with the C/J in the next few chapters when Jace's resolve will crumble! MWAHAHAHAHA

Anyhoo ENJOY! ^_^

Chapter Three - Confessions over Ramen - JPOV

After Isabelle had finished wringing out Clary's hair and her coat hung, drying (the rain outside had now climaxed to steel bullets of water). They sat in the kitchen, Clary with one of Jace's large sweaters hanging off her petite frame. She was chatting animatedly to Isabelle (probably trying to distract her from the strange concoction on the stove, lovingly addressed to by Isabelle as soup) her green eyes sparking like fire flies. 'Damn it, why must she look so cu-ute!' Jace wondered in despair, toying with his stele and trying to ignore as much of the girl's conversation as possible. Just then Alec stumbled through the door carrying steaming, sumptuous smelling boxes. Clary stopped mid-sentence and looked at her hands. Isabelle faced her brother, indignant, gesturing to the softly glooping 'meal' behind her. "Alec! I was just about to – "
"Oh no you weren't." Jace swooped down and grabbed the nearest two boxes of takeout, pushing one across the table to Clary who smiled at him. Isabelle shrugged and took the remainder of the boxes. "I think I used too much liver anyway."

CPOV

"Um, Clary?" It was to everyone's surprise to find Alec addressing Clary across the, now steamy and full, table.
"Yes Alec?" Clary raised her head from her ramen feeling slightly worried. Jace also looked up and was regarding them both, his gold eyes serious.
"I met Magnus at Taki's aaand –"Alec looked awkward. "He said something happened earlier and was wondering if you were alright."
"What!" Jace flung his chair back from the table and was immediately facing Clary, his eyes angry. "Did that pervert do anything to you Clary? I wouldn't put anything past that warlock!" Clary tried to fight him off with her small fists but Jace grabbed her wrists trying to see into her eyes. Now it was Alec's turn to be angry.
"Don't call my boy-"he stopped, blushing a deep red "-him a pervert." He finished lamely. Jace's eyes swivelled to him, wide and his mouth opened in a small 'o'.
"Um –"Clary spoke trying to think of a way to distract Jace. Apparently none was needed as Jace's attention was immediately back on her. She could see he was about to start shouting again when Isabelle shushed him. "Tell us what happened Clary." She implored in a quiet voice. So Clary resumed scrutinising her hands and told.

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The rune was a complicated one. Clary muttered its name under her breath as she added the many loops and spirals. Even with half closed eyes she was aware of Magnus' sparkly gaze which seemed about to burn a hole in her skull. Then she was done. She just felt it in the release of breath and relaxing motion of her pen against the paper slowly stopping. She looked up at Magnus to return his previous grin, but her face froze halfway. The warlock was staring at the rune with a horror she never thought she'd see cross his relaxed, laid back façade. Clary followed his gaze to stare at the rune she'd just drawn. The thick lines made by her pen were glistening although the ink should surely have dried by now. Looking closer, the black seemed to go beyond the paper, bubbling and swirling. Clary was sure she could see something writhing inside – With a piercing yowl Chairman Meow sprang onto Clary's pad, scattering loose pages everywhere. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, though no windows were open, and Clary, Magnus, Chairman and the sketchpad in all directions. In the commotion she could've sworn she heard a familiar voice laughing. Clary hit the wall and struggled not to cry out in surprise and pain. Her heavy pad had landed on top of her, the rune pressing into her chest and she was aware of a flash burn spreading across her abdomen. But it went as quickly as it came. She clawed at the wall to get to her feet. Dazedly she looked around. Heaps of silk and chiffon covered the floor and walls and Magnus' armchair lay in tatters on the floor some feet away. 'Apart from the armchair, this is pretty much the state it was in when I got here' she thought dizzily. She stumbled to the door, clutching her pad and listening to Magnus cooing to his cat.

As Clary reached the door leading to the grey Brooklyn streets, she saw herself reflected in its gleaming wood. She didn't seem to be hurt but Clary knew there was only one place she could go now.

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"So I came here." Clary murmured, trying not to look at anyone's face, especially not Jace's.
"You're sure you're not hurt?" Isabelle asked anxiously. Clary nodded fervently. "I thought you looked pale, you should get some sleep." Isabelle insisted.
"Yeah I suppose, I'm probably just tired that's all." She tried to smile at the worried expressions around her but didn't meet anyone's eye. "Night." Clary got down from the high bar stool she'd been sitting on and headed quietly down the hall.
She was almost at the room Isabelle had assigned her earlier, when a hand softly gripped her shoulder. She spun round to see Jace whose face was crinkled in worry, the moonlight cascading down his golden skin and hair. "You're really sure you're fine?" he asked tilting her chin up so he could see her face. He was so beautiful Clary bit her lip to stop it from trembling. "Yes, never been better." She assured him, a false sense of cheer in her voice. He remained unconvinced but she stepped back, gently removing his hands from her face. She smiled at him before turning away to go into her room, but even then she could feel his anxious gaze warming her back. It was a gaze she'd always longed for. "But not like this." She whispered, sliding to the floor. The door closed behind her and she began to cry.

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