Heyooooo! So. I got some messages about chapter 3 and it seemed like some of you were getting antsy about Clary's "accident". Lol. Well i hope this helps at least a bit, or give some more hope maybe! There's 2 parts, one from Jace's point of view and one from Clary's! Enjoy(: R&R please!

PS: I forgot to mention in the summary that this story takes place after City of Lost Souls!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from TMI, the amazing Cassie Clare does! I just make stories with her characters to entertain others(:

Jace's Point-of-View

Minutes after entering the building, Jace had already killed twice as many demons as his parabatai. They kept coming, and he kept killing. That's how this is supposed to work, Jace thinks, with a smirk on his perfectly chiseled face. Jace Lightwood was well-known throughout the younger generation of shadowhunters. He was practically a legend; the best shadowhunter of his time. He himself even liked to believe that he was invincible.

Turning to see how Clary was faring, Jace's smile falters. She is not where she was to his right, only a moment ago. Quickly spinning and scanning the room, he sees no sign of Clary's mane of red curls. Clary was an outstanding shadowhunter-with what little training she has had. She was good, but not invincible. He sprints to the nearest room in an attempt to find her,and only finds it empty. Now his heart is hammering in his throat, desperate to find Clary. Jace checks room after room, only disappointed to find it empty every time. God, how could i be so stupid? I should have watched her better! What if she's hurt? Running down the main corridor, Jace slows down and thinks for a second. Panicking is not going to get him anywhere, so he draws a rune for clarity. The effect is instantaneous: Jace can now think clearly without fear and worry clouding his mind. Taking a deep breath, Jace closes his eyes and listens intently. The fight that he left Izzy and Alec to take care of, the occasional scurry of a rat, the drip dripping of the recent showers that leaked into he building. Listening and slowly walking through the halls seemed almost pointless- he couldn't find anything that would help him find Clary. About to give up and call for Alec and Izzy to help him, Jace freezes in his tracks. Listening again to be sure, he hears the definite hiss of a Scorpios Demon. Jace had only fought a handful of Scorpios demons, and they had all been tough adversaries. Clary is much different though-she has only trained for a couple of months, while as Jace has been in training for years.

Jace runs in the direction that the noises are coming from, heart pounding once again. As he crosses the threshold of a large cavernous room, he sees the wrinkled Scorpios demon, its monkey-like hands raised in anger. The stinger of the creature was also pulled back, tensing to strike. Clary. As if in slow motion, the stinger comes down towards Clary's chest at the same moment that a dagger slides deep into the demons back. Without realizing it, Jace had thrown the dagger, thus killing the demon. It disappears in a flash, leaving the dagger to clatter to the floor, but Jace fears that he is too late. He fears that Clary has already been stung.

"Clary!" Jace screams and falls to his knees beside her small, crumpled body. She is laying there, a fragile china doll that has been carelessly tossed to the side. Scooping her into his strong arms, he finds that she is barely breathing and promptly checks her for any signs of injury. The hole in the front of her gear was answer enough."Alec! Isabelle!" Jace screams at the top of his lungs, needing help. All of the worst scenarios play through his head. The poison paralyzing her. Clary leaving him because he wasn't there to protect her. Clary dying ...No. No, I can't think that way. She's going to be fine. She's strong. She looks as if she is simply sleeping-all traces of pain and fear absent from her face.

"Clary," he whispers in a heavy, pleading voice, "please. Please wake up." Jace lets out a sob and leans down to cradle her closer to him. "I love you, Clary." Jace whispers to her as her fragile little heart slows and beats one last time.

Clary's Point-of-View

"Clary!"

Someone is calling her name, but the sound is slow and distorted, as if she is underwater. Or in a tunnel, and the sound is echoing off of the walls. A Terrible pain consumes her body, a burning sensation that only gets worse with every passing moment. Like Angel Fire is licking up her body. Clary is screaming from the fire coursing through her veins, so, surely someone can hear her. "It'll be okay," Clary tries to rationalize through the pain. The person with the distorted voice will save her. Through the haze, Clary hears someone calling out to others…Alec. And Isabelle. The names are so familiar, yet she can't quite put her finger on it. "Maybe they can help too."

"Clary, please. Please wake up," the voice pleads with desperation. He sounds absolutely terrified (and the smooth voice was definitely male). This time the voice is closer, but it still seems miles away. Clary tries to go towards the voice, but her legs are so heavy and sluggish. Something about the voices are familiar and comfortable; secure. They can't leave her like this, in so much agony.

Like in a dream, Clary is running, running away from something she can't see. It is consuming her, but she tries to struggle against it. Whatever it is will consume her until there is nothing left. "I just have to reach the man's voice," Clary whimpers. The voice is safe. She can trust whoever the voice belongs to. But, she still can't reach it, no matter how hard she tries. Something important is missing, and Clary can't help but feel that if she found out what it was, then she could reach the man's voice. It can't save her. Only she can save herself. "But I'm so tired," Clary sighs in defeat. Struggling has only exhausted her. "I'll just rest my eyes for a minute," she reasons. The darkness envelops her, wraps her in its velvety warmth.

As Clary's eyes close and her thoughts slow to a halt, one last thought flutters in her mind.

A picture of a gorgeous golden-haired boy flashes in her mind. He is perfect, as if molded by the gods. His eyes are golden pools of light, a beacon in the darkness. He smiles and whispers to her, trying to wake her up.

"Clary, wake up sweet heart. You need to open your eyes. You need to fight. Don't give in; it's not your time yet. Come back Clary..."

JACE.