Hahaha I left with a cliff hanger! (chuckle) sorry but it was that or the chapter would have been about 5000 words, which I thought was a bit too much, the next few bits go together, so I wanted to keep them together. Sorry guys, but here we are! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments, (sob, sob)

Recap- Jace screamed again and his vision went red, then black.

He came round with another scream. He realised after a few moments of struggling, that the hands pushing him down were not of demons or Minion's, they were indeed those of his fellow Shadow hunters and, in fact, his wife. She was speaking now, actually.

"Oh Angel Jace! Hang in there my love . . . it's going to be just fine . . . Shhh . . . I know it hurts."

Jace hadn't realised until she said that, he'd been making an embarrassing whimpering noises. He stopped and arched his back in pain as someone dabbed some liquid onto his shoulder. It hurt like hell. Not the actual shoulder, that felt ice cold and numb, like when you pick up an icicle or frozen object and hold it too long, no it was the rest of his body that felt like it was on fire. He croaked out one word, 'Clary.'

"Shhh, hun . . . I'm here . . . I'm here."

He weakly shook his head and tried to force out another sentence. "My . . . my . . ."

"'Shhh . . . I know, your shoulder hurts, we're getting you to a Warlock now, hun. To properly clean and heal the wound . . . I'm sorry hun, but there are no steles here, none! The demons specifically targeted those. They're all destroyed, save for a couple. They're getting so horribly sneaky!"

Jace shook his head again and spit out, between coughing up blood, "Fire . . . my body . . . feels like I'm burning . . . poison-" Jace coughed up more stuff, but this time it was black.

Clary gasped and started yelling things at the surrounding people, but Jace lost his hold on the world again and slipped back into the blackness.

-Time Jump Line-

Clary sat by Jace's bedside, clutching his hand, praying to the Angel that her husband would be ok.

He had now been unconscious for three hours. One London Warlock had started to heal Jace, and then Magnus pitched in and poured all his strength into it. Alec stayed in Rome and Clary knew that Magnus would be heading back soon as well.

She very gently reached up and smoothed his hair down, brushing a stray stand out of his eyes. He looked so peaceful now, so untroubled. The permanent scowl that he'd taken to wearing around everyone but her was gone; his face was smooth and care free. Clary could only wish that he'd look like that more often.

She remembered the day that Jace had proposed to her.

It had been one of the good days of the time, before the New York Institute went underground, and there had only been one Minion/demon attack that day. It had been raining all day which meant that the ground had been slippy, which was bad with all the ground fighting. Alec and several other brilliant archers had taken up good positions on the surrounding roofs and were bringing down Minions and demons left, right and centre. Clary thought that they might not have won if they'd not had that plan. Or at least not have lasted until the werewolves piled in. They set about clawing and tearing and ripping apart any demon or Minion within reach.

In the midst of all this fighting was Clary, her back to Izzy as they struggled to fight off two massive wolf-like demons. Clary's one knocked her down and pinned her, as Izzy's was suddenly filled with arrows. The beast roared and staggered back and Izzy took the chance to stab it through the chest with a seraph blade. All the while Clary was struggling to wiggle her way out of her demon's grip. It laughed a deep, throaty chuckle at her and was about to lunge down and sink it's jaws into her when a blade protruded from its throat. The demon made a sickening squelch before vanishing.

Jace was standing there grinning like a maniac at her. He reached forward and pulled her up into his arms, hugging her tightly. He started a strange, circling movement with her, one hand taking hers the other on her waist. It took a few seconds for Clary to realise that they were dancing. Clary pulled them to a stop and Jace pouted at her when she just stared at him.

"Love, your killing the mood."

"So are the demons trying to kill us, Jace."

"Meh," he shrugged at her and pulled her flush against his body, "Can't blame a guy for trying to be romantic, now can you?"

"I bloody well can when he's trying to get us both killed!"

"I'm not trying to get us killed. Don't speak." Clary scowled at him before he continued , "I have something I need to ask you, my love."

"And, pray, what would that be?"

"Clarissa Fairchild, will you marry me?"

Clary spluttered, "You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you-"

"That's not going to be very long if you don't start getting your head into gear and realise we're in the middle of a fight!"

"Angel, woman! I've just confessed my unending love for you and you won't even look at me!"

Clary realised that she hadn't even glanced at him since she'd dismissed his proposal as Jace mucking about. Now she looked at him and looked into the light of his eyes. He looked completely serious. "Jace . . . I- I don't know what to say . . ."

"Say yes. Say you love me just as much, that you want to spend the rest of your life with me."

Clary stopped and thought about it. She did love him, she did want to spend the rest of her life with him, but was she ready to be married? She was only 17 at the time. But she did love him so. He meant the world to her. So why not? Yeah, she was young, but Valentine was trying to kill them all, he could succeed any day. Wouldn't she want to die, if she had to, with Jace? Wouldn't she want to die married to him, to have that special moment with Jace, even if it was their last one. To have one last adventure together? She loved him. He loved her. "Yes."

"Really?"

"No, I like to tease men because I can, of course I mean it!"

Jace pulled her close again and kissed her deeply, running his tongue along hers. "Angel, I love you Clary." He grinned at her.

A tear slid down Clary's face at the memory and she dipped her head down, pressed her cheek into Jace's hand. "Oh, Jace. Jace . . . Come back to me, my Angel, I need you."

Jace remained unresponsive.

-Time Jump Line-

Jace sat up awkwardly in bed and looked around the empty room.

He was lying on a plain bed in a concrete room which had a window to the right of the bed and a door on the left. Another door was opposite the bed. Jace peered at the window and saw that it wasn't actually a window, it was just a hole in the wall with an image pasted behind it. What the . . .

Then Jace thought, he must be in the Institute, it was underground so it couldn't have real windows.

"Clary?" He swung his legs over the side of the bed and winced. His shoulder hurt like hell. He looked at it and saw it covered in bandages. He pealed one back and saw scars running across it mixed in with Iratzes. Angel . . . Must have really hurt my shoulder for it to still be in such bad shape.

Jace stood up shakily and moved to the table at the other side of the room, just below the fake window. On it lay his sword, harness and knives. But no shirt of any kind for him to wear. He only had some flannel pyjama bottoms on with no top or socks or shoes on. Shit. He quickly strapped on his sword and belted on his knives.

He slunk out of the hospital-like room and began to slowly make his way down the corridor. He was fairly certain this was the Institute, but he wanted to be sure. He heard voices up ahead and quickly crouched in a shadowy corner. The two men never noticed him and kept up their conversation.

"- bet Valentine's going to be pissed at that."

"You're telling me! I don't want to think about how angry he'd be at who ever mucked up! You know-" The guards turned a corner and went out of earshot. Damn.

Jace went back to creeping along the corridor, careful to make sure there was no one in the rooms he passed that could see him. Where the fuck am I? A shudder went through him as he considered the possibility that he was in the bowls of Valentine's hideout. I have to be careful. His hideout could well be underground like the Institute. I need to find a way out. I got to work out if Thomas is alright. Angel. I don't even know if Clary's ok!

This thought spurred him on as he prowled forward. He came to a door at the end of the corridor. He pressed his ear against it straining to hear what was going on behind.

"-I don't know! I just don't! One minute he was fine, the next . . . I'm sorry, but I was preoccupied." The voice cut off and Jace realised with a jolt that it was Thomas. Jace had never heard Thomas raise his voice before. He'd always been so calm. I hope- Jace's thoughts cut off at the sound of the next voice.

"Stop treating him like a prisoner you're interrogating!" Clary said. "He's done nothing wrong! He tried to be there for Jace, but it's not like Jace, but it's not like Jace makes that an easy job for anyone!"

"You manage fairly well."

"Ha! I gave up running round after him-" Clary cut off as Jace pushed open the door. "Jace! What you-" She was cut off again by Jace grabbing hold of her and pulling her into a long kiss.

"She doesn't run after me anymore because apparently it makes me more interested in her or something." He said when he came up for air. Clary gaped at him and smacked him over the back of the head.

"You- You ungrateful, selfish- hey, don't you-" Clary squealed and pushed on his chest, trying to get out of the new kiss Jace had pulled her into.

"I love you, firebug."

"I hate you!" Everyone laughed at them.

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