**NOTEEEEE: Okay, so don't worry, Jace will still have the same personality, I just haven't found a good part for him to be the sarcastic ass we all know and love 3 and it's kinda of hard to make him so full of himself because he's not a shadowhunter, therefore he's not a demon-slaying beast either. But all in good time, and remember patience is a virtue little grasshoppers. (I apologize; it's like 1 am so I'm extra weird)**

Jace lie awake, thinking about what had happened at Pandemonium. What had happened, anyway? He couldn't sleep, and when something's on his mind, he likes to run, or do push-ups, or chin ups, basically anything that required a lot of physical strain.

He hopped out of bed, put on a pair of shorts and grabbed his sneakers. He waited to put them on until he was outside, not wanting to risk his mom hear him sneaking out. He looked at his watch. 2 am.

For some reason, he wanted to run through a certain area. By now, he couldn't wait to get there. He laced up his sneakers and took off down the street.

He found a bench with a tree behind it, the branches extending over the bench, and sat down, putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Some time passed, maybe an hour, maybe just five minutes and he felt someone's gaze on him. He sat up and looked around. What now. Have I stumbled upon an army of invisible donkeys with wings? At that thought, he looked up, and laughed at his foolishness. What would be above him?

A pair of green eyes watching him, that's what.

"SHIT." He screamed, jumping off the bench. "What the hell, man?"

The girl sitting on the tree branch look offended. "I," she said putting her hand to her chest, "am not a man. I am a girl. Surely, you know what a girl is?" With cat like grace she turned and hopped off the branch, landing one foot at a time. "By the way you screamed, I almost though you were a girl yourself." She smiled, trying to show she was kidding.

"I did not scream like a girl. I screamed like any normal guy would if he looked up and saw some girl just sitting there watching him like it's her business."

Her cheeks flushed and she crossed her arms. "Well I wasn't the one mumbling about invisible donkeys with wings."

They both sat there in silence, Clary waiting for his reaction, and Jace looking confused and embarrassed, realizing he had said that out loud. After about thirty seconds, the smiles that were tugging at their lips had taken over and they were both gripping their stomachs, laughing so hard they were gasping for air by the time it subsided.

Somehow they'd both ended up on the bench, Clary sitting with one leg on the bench Indian-style, facing him. It took about a minute for them to completely compose themselves after all that laughing. Jace couldn't remember a time he'd laughed that hard. It was weird. He didn't even know this girl and they were sitting here like old friends reunited.

They sat there another minute just listening to the distant sounds of the city: the beat of music thumping into the night, the honking of horns…

"Who are you?" Clary asked him.

"Jace." He said, caught off-guard. "Jace Fray."

"That's not exactly what I meant, but nice to meet you Jace Fray." She extended an arm towards him with a smile and he shook it. It was small and felt soft. "I'm Clary Wayland."

"It's a pleasure, Clary Wayland." He said back. They shared a smile. "What did you mean, that wasn't what you meant, though?"

"Well…" she tried to find the words, "you're not exactly supposed to be able to see us."

"Us?"

"Isabelle and Alec," she said, "The two that were with me at the club."

"Ah, I see. Pun intended." The both laughed. "Why shouldn't I see you again?"

"Glamours." She replied, as if that cleared everything up. "They're supposed to hide us from humans, or at least make things appear to them as something that wouldn't exactly catch their attention."

"Humans," he asked, eyes widening, "You mean you're not—"

"Human," she finished for him, "Not exactly…"

"Is this the part when you tell me you're an alien, here to slice me open, and study my organs?"

"Something like that." She said with a smile, and then proceeded to tell him about the world, the real world. It was a world full of magic, and evil. Demons and monsters and vampires and werewolves, even faeries. Jace sat there, listening to every word of it, not saying anything until she was done.

"So you're a Shadowhunter?" Jace asked, "And you fight demons and vampires and all that?"

"We only fight vampires if they've gone rogue and killed humans. Vampire, werewolves, faeries, anything like that, we don't bother them if they don't bother us. It's the demons we're after."

"That's hot," Jace said without thinking. Clary looked up, startled, and blushed, which she seemed to do a lot. "I mean, cool. That's really cool, you know, sounds exciting…" His voice trailed off as he realized he was talking too much and he couldn't pull off that slip-up.

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that." Clary tried to pretend she hadn't heard the first part.

"So Isabelle and Alec, they're Shadowhunters too?"

"Yup."

Jace nodded in response and looked at her. She was looking down, fumbling with a ring on her necklace.

"Why's that on a chain around your neck and not on your finger?" Jace asked, curious.

She looked up and smiled, "It's too big for any of my fingers." She held out her hand, her fingers stretched out to prove her point.

"Well why'd you get it then?" Jace said with a laugh.

"It was my fathers," She said looking down at it again, away from Jace, "He left it for me when he died…" she trailed off.

"Clary…" Jace said quietly, laying his hand gently on her arm. "I had no idea."

"It's okay," she said, turning to face forward on the bench. "How would you know anyway?" She smiled a sad, weak little smile, only one corner of her mouth going up. It faded fast. "I watched them… They came in and they didn't know I was there."

"Clary, you don't have to…" Jace said, but she didn't hear him.

"I hid. I thought dad would be so proud that they didn't find me. They didn't see me but I saw them. These two big men, they cut his throat and left him to bleed all over, right in front of me…"

They sat there in silence, and when she started to cry, it was so soft that you almost couldn't tell she was crying, Jace pulled her closer and let her lay her head in his lap. She cried for a few minutes, before sitting up quickly. "I'm sorry," quickly wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "I didn't mean to throw all that on you all the sudden. I barely even know you. I just feel like…" She trailed off and just looked up at him. "You're easy to talk to. I've never told anyone that before." A tear she had missed hung on her cheek. I won't let you fall, he thought as he quickly swiped his thumb over it, not sure if he was saying it to the tear, or Clary.

"If it helps," he said, "I don't have a dad either. He died before I was born. And about throwing all that on me," he lifter her face to see her eyes, and she stared back at him. "I don't mind." He pulled her close again, until she was sitting on his lap, and they sat like that for a long time. It felt like forever, but Jace wished it was longer.

NOOOOOTE(again): god, me with all these notes... i just wanted to mention that the part where it says "he put on a pair of shorts..." i accidentally typed "he put on short shorts" and i could NOT stop laughing. just imagine...

Jace Wayland/Morgenstern/Herondale/(in this case)Fray n short shorts. like... pink ones. maybe add some bunny slippers to the picture, just for shits and giggles. i told my friend ( we-will-not-fall-down GO READ HER SHIT, IT'S GOOD SHIT) and we were both legitimately LOLing. ohhh... funny stuff.

but ANYWAY! if i spelled random stuff wrong and you're like is she brain dead? then i apologize. at this point its 2:18 am WOOH! i've been sitting here drinking tea, eating cheezits and writing fanfics for the past few hours. ya know, a day in the life of your average 16 year old girl, right? (sike...) now that i've told you my life stpry... REVIEW! PLEASE! I LOVE GETTING REVIEWS 3