Well, I guess the plot wuz a little predictable...What the hell, I'm finishing anyways.

CPOV

He was more beautiful than I remembered, all gold and white and black, his body inked with maps of wars and imperfections. Well, to me they just completed and perfected him.

He was standing in the doorway, his golden eyes flat and dead, looking very much like mine had the past six months.

"Jace," Izzy said, interrupting me of my musings. "Aren't you going to eat?"

He didn't even look at me, his eyes on her. "I was," he said, and just for moment, it looked like his eyes had flickered in my direction. "But I'm not hungry anymore. Besides," he added, his face blank with that scary calm expression of his. "My seat's already taken." he jerked his head at me, not once looking at me.

I felt like somebody had stuck a dagger in my heart with a rusted blade, and twisted it like a doorknob, before jerking it back out.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Izzy, who looked like she'd swallowed a demon, her face twisted with disgust as she looked at Jace.

"Fine," she said shortly. "But you have to be down for dessert. I made us some cake-"

I was about to open my mouth to tell her that I was full from all my flounder and shrimp, when I felt bile rise in my throat.

I jumped up and flew to the bathroom, hand over my mouth.

"Clary?" Izzy called anxiously. "What is it?"

I could hear the others call my name, all except for Jace. But at the moment, I didn't care.

I fell to my knees in front of the toilet, and bent over, throwing up everything I'd just eaten.

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I was still bent over, when I felt a warm hand on my back, gently rubbing it. I recognized those hands; that touch. I didn't awknowledge him, knowing he'd just pull away.

"Clary," he whispered, sending chills through my body. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head, leaning over to gag.

I heard his worried intake of breath, and warm arms wrap around me, picking me up in bridal style.

I leaned into his warm, broad chest, praying to Raziel I wouldn't vomit on the gorgeous blond.

He brought me to his room; I immediataly recognized it from it's monk like neatness.

He gently placed me on his bed, and went into the bathroom, coming back out with a wet washcloth and a bucket.

He held me in his lap, rocking me gently as I was sick, crooning soothing words in my ears and wiping my face with the warm cloth.

I crumpled into him when I'd gotten rid of everything in my stomach, sagging against his chest.

He pushed me off and onto the bed, and went back to the bathroom, emptying out the contents of the bucket.

I sat up, staring at him quizzically. "Jace," I said, feeling a pain erupt in my gut at the taste of his name on my tongue for the first time in months. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" I heard something heavy drop, and Jace stomped in, anger and frusteration on his face. The first two emotions he's shown in months.

I cowered away from him, my arms instinctively wrapping around my stomach.

Jace noticed my flinch, my arms, my terrified expression, and his face filled with shock and hurt.

"Clary," he whispered, reaching out to me. "I'd never hurt you. You know that-"

I couldn't help it; I flinched away.

Anger filled his face like a mask. "What are YOU FUCKIN' AFRAID OF?"

I looked at him for the first time, my eyes boring into his. "You," I whispered. "You've already hurt me."

He stepped back clumsily, almost tripping over his own feet.

I felt guilt wash over me and wished I could take those hurtful words back, but knew he wouldn't listen.

"Jace," I whispered. "I'm so sor-"

"Don't." His cold flat voice cut me off. "Don't say what you don't mean."

I bit my lip, silently begging myself not to cry.

"But, Jace, I do mean it." The words were a helpless plea.

He shook his head.

Jace stood up, and touching my cheek lightly, with the back of his knuckles, stroking my cheek lightly.

I shivered at his touch, and stared at him in shock when he pulled away.

"That," he whispered, his cool breath hitting my face. "Is my way of saying I don't forgive you."

JPOV

I couldn't believe I'd just said that.

I couldn't believe I'd said that to Clary. My Clary.

The broken look on her face was a slap in the face.

She stood up, her hand up, stopping me from opening my mouth.

"Jace," she said in a soft, broken voice. "What's wrong you-"

"Wait a second," I cut in, newfound anger rushing over me. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You leave, leaving a note, telling me to get over you, when you know I can't, and then, being the slutty whore you are, you go all prositute and go sleep with some random guy and get pregnant?"

I didn't have time to regret my choice of words. My chest was heaving, I was glaring angrily at her stomach, thinking of the monster that was living in there.

"You hear me, you stupid son of a bitch?" I roared, getting down on my knees so that I was right in front of her round stomach.

"You and your father can go rot in hell! I hope you die, so I don't have to look at your ugly-"

A slap across my face silenced me.

Clary looked down at me, her lips trembling, her green eyes full of tears.

"How could you-how could you say that?" she whispered in a shaky voice, wrapping her arms protectively around her stomach, as if shielding it from Uncle Jace and his bad mouth.

"I told you," I sneered, feeling smug that I'd managed to make her cry. Served her right, for breaking my heart more than once, and then stomping on the pieces.

"It's my way of saying I don't forgive you. Or love you."

Clary sucked in a sharp breath, a crystal tear sliding down her cheek.

"You know," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I loved you. I still do. I've always wanted to tell you, but you were always pushing me away, never letting me be close to you..."

I stared at her, pretty sure the shock was sketched across my face.

"And then I got pregnant." She traced her finger along her belly lovingly, her tear-filled eyes soft. "So I left, knowing that our baby wouldn't be normal-"

Our?

"If I'd known what you've been thinking of me, this whole time," she said in that same, quiet voice. "I wouldn't have come back."

Seeing my face, she smiled a soft, sad smile. "Yes, Jace," she whispered. "This is your baby."

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't take back what I'd just said. I couldn't look at her without wanting to kill myself.

I could feel her next to me, standing on her tiptoes and breathing in my ear,

"This is my way of telling you that I do forgive you."

I fell to my knees the moment the door closed softly behind her, my mind blank.

Shit shit shit shit...I can't believe I wrote this. I made myself cry. Review and I'll update today or tomorrow. Plz? They mite comfort me.

*Blows Nose*