Aren't you lucky another update :D

I wont b able to updat for at least another 2 weeks thou as i am going on holiday to Greece YAY!

Anyway I dont own MI or the characters

Enjoy the chapter and please review

Sarah xxx

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

-James Mathew Barrie

Clary stared into the bathroom, her eyes transfixed on the mess that lay before her. There was water all over the floor and the door lay defeated- still hanging slightly on its hinges. The bath had not been let out yet and it still held a slight reddish tinge to it. Unconsciously Clary touched the back of her head where she had found the blood last night- there was nothing there now, not even a scratch. Confused Clary looked back to the bath tub; she had definitely been bleeding. She then noticed her stele was lying in the corner- completely abandoned, that would explain it someone must have healed her. Clary still though could not quite remember the ins and outs of what had happened early that morning, but she knew that it was bad.

She was so oblivious to her surroundings that she had not notice that Jace had woken up and it wasn't until he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder that she even registered that he was behind her.

"Are you okay?" Jace asked, concern weighed heavy on his voice.

"What happened last night?" She spun round so that she could see his face. "And do not say it was nothing because I saw the look on your face." Clary shivered internally remembering how utterly destroyed Jace had looked when she woke up on the tiled bathroom floor.

"I don't know, I fell asleep and woke up a couple of hours later to find you still in the bathroom. It didn't seem right so I tried to get in but you had put a locking rune on the door so I broke it down." He gestured to the door which was lying crumpled by the doorway. "When I found you, you were unconscious. Under the water and you…um…you weren't breathing." His voice broke as he said the last part and his arms tightened slightly around her, as if to reassure himself that she was still there.

"I am so sorry Jace." Clary whispered looking up into Jace's eyes, tears running down her face freely.

"Hey why would you be sorry, it's not your fault, well apart from the rune on the door, that was not the smartest thing you have ever done." He startled a laugh out of her but she still felt the need to apologize, to try and get out what she was thinking.

"I died, Jace. I left you behind, I am sorry." She cried into his chest as he tried to soothe her.

"Your okay now that's all that matters." Jace whispered into her hair. "And anyway look on the bright side, you will no longer be allowed to take a shower or a bath without my presence." He added along with his signature cocky smile.

"Wow, getting a little ahead of our selves there are we Mr. Lightwood." Clary laughed, she knew that he meant it, but that was another fight for another day.

"There's something I want to show you. Get changed." Jace said whilst handing her a pair of jeans. Clary looked at him nervously.

"Jace, incase it has escaped your notice, but it's dark outside." She indicated out of the window, it was dark with the soft glow from the street lights.

"Exactly." He said flashing her, his trademark grin that still melted her heart.

…

5 minutes later Clary was walking down the corridors of the institute holding Jace's hand. He was leading them up the stairs, towards the roof, where his bike was. Realisation dawned on her; he wanted to go out on the demon bike- it only worked at night. Jace helped her swing her leg up and get settled behind his broad, muscled back.

"Hold on tight." He shouted over his shoulder as the bike roared to life.

"Don't I always." Clary muttered and she could feel Jace chuckle, obviously he had heard her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and clutched on to his belt as he threw the demon bike over the side of the building, to have it rise sharply again and with that they took off into the night sky.

…

They had been cruising over the Manhattan night landscape when Clary felt Jace let go of the throttle slightly and the bike slowed down, just as she was going to ask him what he was doing, he reached round behind him and wrapped an arm around her waist, swinging her round so that she was facing him and sitting on the handlebars with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Jace, what are you doing?" Clary asked breathlessly, feeling the wind nip at the back of her neck.

"I much prefer you at this angle." Was all he said as he brought his lips up to meet hers. Okay it probably wasn't the best idea because well, they were on a motorbike- flying over New York City, but Clary just could not help but kiss Jace back as if she were drowning and he were the life jacket.

Jace pulled away first, looking up at her with a wild look in his eyes, the kind that drove her crazy.

"Clarissa." He whispered moving his mouth so that it was right beside her ear. "I have lost you once already. I do not ever want to feel like that again. I want to wake up every morning and know that you will be lying next to me safe and sound. I never imagined that I could ever feel this way about anyone, but I do. I love you, I want to start a family with you, I want to protect you from those who mean you harm. I want to be your husband and have you at my side for eternity. Clarissa Fairchild will you marry me?"

Clary stopped breathing, had Jace just asked her to marry him? She could not think straight. So instead of trying to produce words that she knew she could not comprehend at that moment in time Clary just settled for turning her head and catching his lips in hers, putting everything into that kiss, she knew he understood her answer.

"Yes." Clary whispered breathlessly in his ear. Looking down at their current surroundings she noted that they were flying over Central Park. "Jace, I think you need to park this bike, right now." Jace grinned up at her, taking the bike down slowly.

Doing it on a motorbike always was on his list.

…

"You know I could heal that for you." Jace laughed while Clary limped up the stairs to the institute, she had twisted her knee slightly on his stupid bike, she was not the only one "injured" though- Jace had a bruise going along his shoulder blade. Stupid bike she thought rather aggressively.

No, wait it was not the bikes fault. It was Jace and his stupid list. Clary was just about to pass comment about that specific subject, when out of no where two very loud and very angry voices filled up the church hall beneath the institute.

Simon and Izzy came barreling out of the lift shouting at each other, Simon was walking and pulling on his shoe at the same time and his outfit looked as though it had been thrown on in a hurry. Izzy on the other hand was only dressed in a bed sheet. Oh!

"Whoa Izzy, not nearly enough clothes." Jace said shielding his eyes from his practically naked adopted sister.

"Bite me Jace." Izzy retorted back over her shoulder, still chasing after Simon.

"Actually I think I will leave that up to your boyfriend." Clary sent him daggers after that last comment but Izzy had not seemed to hear him because she was now standing in the middle of the side-walk.

"Simon what do you want me to say, I'm sorry okay!"

"NO, Izzy I have had enough. I've got an ANACONDA between my legs but even that doesn't seem to satisfy you!"

"Simon you know that's not it. I'm just tired and there has been so much going on lately. Simon, SIMON!" Izzy was screaming down the street at him but he just kept on walking.

Clary pieced it together slowly in her head oh, oh, oh! Izzy had fallen asleep on Simon during…..

Clary was stunned into silence; she didn't know what to say. Luckily for her Jace did.

"He has nothing on my anaconda, with Simon it's like throwing a hot dot down a long corridor."

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