In the morning Clary woke up stress free and relaxed. It was going to be a good day today. She cuddled deeper into her hard, warm, silky pillow. She froze, something about that wasn't right. She felt around and heard a low laugh "Stop, that tickles." She rapidly blinked her eyes trying to piece together what was going on. There was a man in her bed. She squeeked and tried to roll away, but her legs were intertwined with his making her legs feel strained at the awkward angle. Slowly she remembered what happened last night: the karaoke bar, the shooting, the kiss. She somehow ended up cuddling with him on his side of the bed. She stared at his handsome face and said the most logical thing that came to mind in the morning "Do you like blueberry pancakes?"Obviously that wasn't what he thought she would say as his eyebrows knitted together.

"Never had them before." Clary nodded and carefully untangled her legs and stumbled out of the room, fixing her clothes that have twisted in her sleep.

Jace watched her go. He enjoyed watching her sleep as the sun rose. His body was full alert after the kiss that was better than any memory he ever remembered sharing with her. She kicked off her blanket in the middle of the night and looked cold, so he shared his blanket he was under. She just kept moving closer and latched onto him like a safety net. He wasn't sure what was going to happen in the morning, most likely waiting for her furociousness to come out and start throwing things at him. Not ask if he wanted pancakes. He followed after her.

"You're not allergic to anything are you? Like cinnamon or dairy?"Did she just asked him if he had any food allergies? "oh right, shadowhunter, never mind don't answer that." She said rambling. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and placed a kiss at her temple.

"Thanks anyways for caring."He said. Clary wiggled her nose. He didn't exactly smell like roses.

"Okay, I see we need to make some ground rules." Clary said batting his hands away. "No more kissing, you don't get to do that. Second, don't make fun of me when I'm being nice."

He crossed his arms. "I wasn't making fun of you, I am truly greatful that you saved my life. Plus you deserved a kiss for being amazing. My kisses are the top of the line kisses, I can reassure you if you doubt me."

She stuck out her his path to her. "Why don't you go take a shower, I highly doubt Simon's clothes will fit you perfectly, but anything is better than being covered in dried blood." He was going to argue that last line when she pushed at him towards the bathroom.

"Do you not want to kiss me because you're finally dating the vampire?" He said over his shoulder at her

"No." she turned the bathroom light on for him

"Is it because you're dating a girl who smells like vanilla?"

Her face reddened. Lila kissed her cheek before she left the party. "No!" she pushed him in and slammed the door between them. "I'll set the clothes on my bed for you."she yelled through the door. Finding a big grey t-shirt and comfy sweat pants.

The pancakes needed to be heard the door open behind her but tried to keep her focus on the food. When his back was to her, she looked over to her room to find his naked ass in broad daylight. He didn't even shut the door! Placing the cooked pancakes onto a plate she set them on the table as he walked out in his borrowed clothes. The shirt was twice as wide as it was long. Clary kept imagining the quick view she had of him without the ridiculous clothes. Her face felt hot. Her dreamy state was turned off by his comment "What fat guy died and gave you his shirt?" he stretched it out to show her, two more jaces could fit under that shirt. She shrugged. "It was the biggest thing I could find. It was that or a sweatshirt and it's going to be hot out today- says my phone."

"You have a talking phone?" Clary sweat dropped.

"Something like that. It's like a mini computer. Sometimes it can read outloud if I press the speaker button. Here have a pancake." Clary started to put butter on it and cut it up for him. She was about to put syrup on it but he touched her wrist to stop her.

"Clary I know what a pancake is, I just never had one, and I have a feeling I'm not going to like the syrup if it's sweet." Clary backed away slowly putting butter on her own pancake, not really feeling hungry anymore. She didn't want to look at him. She was feeling moody. I should take my pills. Jace stared at her as he took a bite. Then stabbed four more pieces into his mouth, he didn't realize he was starving. Clary didn't even touch her food. What was she doing? Her back was facing him as she took her pills.

She came back with two glasses of orange juice. His food was gone. She blinked at him. "Did you even taste it as it went down?"

"yeah, it was the best blueberry pancakes I ever ate."

Clary rolled her eyes. "It was the only pancakes you've ever ate." He grinned at her. "If you seriously liked it, have mine, I don't want it. But if you don't, just toss it, I'm going to go take a quick shower."

! #$

Jace quickly ate her pancake and started putting things away and washing dishes. He eyed the medicine sitting by the sink. It had Clary's name on it. He stepped away as he heard the shower stop. Is she sick? She doesn't look sick. He was never really one to beat around the bush but the moment Clary came out of the bathroom she was like a whole new person. She looked like a zombie. Not that he actually saw one before but just looking at her blank look, there was definetly a contrast to her feisty self she was ealier. "Let's go collect your stuff Jace."

"We have to go glamoured. It would be kind of hard to get around a mundane murder scene without it." He threw a dagger into his opponent throat that night. He tried not to kill the mundane, but when he shot Jace, all bets were off.

"Oh when I meant let's go collect your stuff, I meant YOU can go collect your stuff.I was just going to give you a ride." Her eyes were a darker green than before. She picked up her stele that was in the bathroom and handed it to him. He gripped onto her hand that held the stele. She didn't even flinch. He looked at her, like really looked at her. Her pulse was steady, her eyes was slightly dialated but nothing abnormal. Jace only held her for a few seconds but when he couldn't find anything wrong during his quick scan he let her wrist go. He placed the rune on his forearm and then found the dagger he gave her years ago with a star on the hilt. The Morgenstern family crest. "I'm hijacking your weapons temporary, I figured you wouldn't mind too much since you must still be in shock or something."

"Or something…" she mumbled as they headed to the door.

! #$

Jace looked too big for Clary's mini car. He tried to sink into the seat so his head wouldn't touch the ceiling. We should have just called a taxi he thought. "Where was Alec last night?" Clary said trying to make conversation.

"I don't know, probably broading somewhere.I broke his phone and he stormed off last night."

"Smooth, why did you break his phone?"

"He has a texting problem and it was getting on my nerves. He's on it all the time and it just makes him more depressed the more he stares at the damn thing."

"Good deeds never go unpunished. Look where it got me today."

"I'm sorry that I'm such an inconvience but seriously, I know you'll be calling me, begging for my help. You just have to say it." The car pulled into a parking lot and Clary put up the break jerking the car to a stop.

"I don't know what to think, I need some time." Jace tucked a pieces of her red hair behind her ear.

"Isabelle misses you, tell me you'll atleast stop by to see her. It is afterall your birthday today right? Me showing up would have to be the best present you have ever gotten."

"okay."She said nonchalant. Okay? He 's a weird answer

"Are you sick Clary? Brother Zacariah can heal you." He looked out towards the parking lot, there were a ton of cars here. He looked towards the back of Starbucks and saw something glittering in the patch of grass to the side of the weapon hopefully.

"No." Great now we are down to one syllable words.

"No that you're not sick? Or no you don't want to go into the city of bones?"Jace said survailling the people walking in and out of starbucks, looking for any supernatural beings, or a human waiting for him to walk right into their trap.

Clary gripped the sterring wheel tighter "What is it going to take for you to get out of my car?" she said

Jace reached for her cell phone and punched his number in. "I want to lift the barrier between us. Stop by the institute sometime." With that, Jace jumped out, his fingers brushing against the knife hidden at his waistband of his borrowed pants.