A/N: I bet everyone is frustrated with me for not updating sooner? But I like to keep you all in suspense! Without further a due... Chapter 6! Oh... and sorry for like spelling 'MOM' like 'MUM' I'm Australian, I can't help it.

And I just have to say a very big THANK YOU to 4evrJace11 because I went to the doctors and I'm sick and to wake up to this when I woke up made my day :D and actually brought a goofy grin to my face!

I OWN NOTHING.

Chapter 6 – Who Burdens Her Past

When his lips crashed down on mine I felt like my body had been set on fire, and in my burning pain, I still couldn't get enough of Jace.

His lips were warm and soft, like on the beach, only this time they weren't prying hers open to pump air into her lungs. His tongue slid across her bottom lips, and she opened them immediately.

Clary was glad that she pressed against the wall by Jace, because if she wasn't she just might have collapsed. Jace wrapped both arms around her waist, tightening enough to lift her off the ground, meanwhile Clary's hands were roaming his chest and twisted in his hair, suddenly they weren't in the kitchen, but Jace was laying her down on the couch, hovering over her and somehow not breaking the kiss.

When Clary pulled back for air she noticed her heart racing, her cheeks flushed, her breathing laboured, her hair probably a mess, but when she looked at Jace she saw he was the same.

She giggled and he looked at her in question, and she coughed to cover it, "I was just looking at you and thinking that I probably look ten times worse," Jace was still hovering over her and his grin dropped.

"Clary you look more beautiful than ever, now come on, breakfast is getting cold." He stood up extending a hand, which she in turn looked at for a minute.

Leaning on her elbows she looked back in to his eyes, "Don't make me carry you," he warned, but she dared.

Before she knew it she was in his arms again, bridal style, she squealed, "Jace, let me down!" she protested.

"I warned you," they made their way into her small kitchen, which really only consisted of some shelves, cupboards, fridge and a few cooking appliances, really it was big enough for her.

Clary had no dining table to speak of, really a two seater table that she had shoved out of the way so she could set up some of her art things, Jace didn't seem to care and she picked up her plate she lead him to the small coffee table in the middle of her lounge room.

They ate in silence, Jace eyeing everything in sight and watching her, Clary blushing and focussing on her food like it held the cure for cancer.

When they finished Jace took their plates to the sink, she followed him curious, "Why are you being so nice?"

"Whatever do you mean, I'm always nice," he grinned.

Clary sigh, trust Jace to be an asshat. She looked at him, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot impatiently, he chuckled.

"Just go get ready and meet me in the hall, you have half an hour," he pushed her to her room and she left with the sound of the door clicking shut.

Once sure she was on her own she stripped down and stepped in to the warm water, letting it soothe her muscles.

She dressed in dark blue skinny jeans with a light blue band tee – a mess of white ghost looking monsters – and over the top she threw on a purple jacket with a light purple floral design, and even though it was two sizes to big she loved it, she let her hair down in a mess of curls, applied a little mascara and lip gloss, and on her feet a pair of black chucks.

Clary closed the door behind her and looked down the narrow hall to find Jace, leaning against the wall, his jeans low slung, a plain white tee and leather jacket, she had to admit, he pulled it off.

Clary wasn't sure what they were yet, I mean they just had a hot make out session on her couch, and she couldn't say all friends did that, but then Jace didn't look like the guy that was in for a long term relationship, or like the girls he went out with were even around long enough to be called his girlfriend.

Clary hoped she would though, and although Clary wouldn't admit it out loud, she kind of like his cocky attitude, because it made Jace, well, Jace.

Clary looked up at him as she approached and as her blush grew his grin widened, she smiled despite it. "Ready?" he asked.

"Obviously if I'm here," she replied a little sarcastically. He just grinned.

"Well then let's go," he put a hand on the small of her back and led her out of their apartment building, she felt tingles were his hand touched her, despite the fact there were two layers of clothes between his hand and her back, goose bumps erupted all over her skin.

When they were out of the building Jace took his hand from her back, she frowned momentarily, disguising it quickly until she felt her small hand being clasped in his, then she smiled, looking down at their interlinked hands.

Jace led her through the busy streets of New York, all the while holding her hand, when lunch rolled around he led her to a little restaurant.

"What is this place?" Clary asked quietly.

"Taki's, it's my favourite place to eat," his voice solemn.

"It's nice." She looked around at all the tables, Jace leading her to one of the booth's that must be his usual spot.

Taki's was cosy, looking like a bar more than a restaurant, there was a thin layer of what seemed to be smoke, but Clary didn't mind so much.

A waitress appeared out of nowhere; "Is there anything I can get you?" her eyes full of lust as she watched Jace.

"I'm right for the moment... Clary?" his eyes never left her, she could feel him watching her as she looked up at the waitress with a sickly sweet smile.

"I'm right, thank you for asking," the girl seemed to take in Clary's appearance and snort, she got, Clary knew she wasn't the prettiest, but she knew she was definitely not ugly, maybe it's because Jace is way to good looking for you, a voice spoke in the back of her head, it was right.

Clary watched the girl sashay away, swaying her hips, trying to capture Jace's attention. What the girl didn't see was that it had no effect.

"Well she was... awesome," Clary spat sarcastically.

"Calm down," Jace chuckled under his breath and Clary turned her glare to him.

"Don't make fun of me," she hit his arm across the table, not hard, but still a fairly good slap.

"Well why are you angry?" he questioned, rubbing where she had hit.

"Because..." Clary didn't seem to know what to say, so she blushed and looked down.

"Because...? Because you were jealous?" she lifted her eyes to his, which had no trace of humour.

She noticed in the light his skin looked more golden, his eyes a deep golden ochre, his hair seemed to be the golden halo on his head. "Maybe..." she trailed off.

"Clary," a smile ghosted on his lips, "will you?"

"Will I what?" when Jace opened his mouth to continue the waitress appeared again.

"What can I get you to eat?" She said, watching Jace, again.

"I'll have a stack of pancakes," he didn't look up at her, but grabbed Clary's hand across the table, a reassuring gesture.

It didn't go unnoticed by this girl and Clary looked down and smiled before ordering, "I'll have the same, thank you."

Clary grinned as the waitress left with a glare. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes; she could see why she was annoyed that someone like Jace wasn't paying attention.

"Anyway, will I what?" Clary asked again.

"Will you go out with me? I mean like, my girlfriend?" She got chills when he said girlfriend.

"Jace I barely know you, we haven't even been on a date yet!" Clary reasoned.

"What do you think this is?" Jace smirked.

"What!" Clary exclaimed, "you didn't even ask!"

"Well then, Clary Fray, will you go on a date with me, Jace Herondale?" Clary watched him for a moment, thinking it over.

"Okay, but first we must go on a date," she nodded her head slowly, smiling at the idea. Being called Jace's girlfriend definitely sent chills through her.

His smile was genuine as he scooted his chair closer to hers before pressing his lips to hers, before the kiss could deepen their plates clattered down in front of them.

Looking up she found a rather distraught waitress, who then abruptly turned and left.

"Why thank you Mr. Herondale," she smiled where the girl had been standing.

"Thank you for what?" he asked confused.

"For just making that girls day," she laughed, a little evilly too.

"That girl...? I didn't know you have a crazy bitch, sarcastic side," Jace laughed.

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me," Clary ate her pancakes; she could feel Jace watching her as he ate as well.

When they left the restaurant Jace gripped her hand in his again, this time with more protectiveness. She held his hand in the same manner.

He led her to the park, where they walked for what seemed like hours. She checked her phone for the time, three o'clock. Crap, she better get ready for work again tonight.

"Come on, I have to get home, I have work tonight," she pulled him in the direction of their apartment.

She was ready in her work uniform when she walked out in to her lounge room to find Jace, twisting something over in his hands, she screamed before quickly silencing herself.

"Jace!" she hissed.

"You should really learn to lock your door," he said, voice emotionless.

"What is it?" she caught a glimpse of what was in his hands, a business card.

"I'm not sure," his voice was the same.

She plucked it out of his hands, and as she read it her own began to tremble, her bottom lip trembling to.

"What is it Clary?" his voice now coloured in worry.

"Sebastian Verlac," she knew Jace could tell there was more to it.

"What did he do?" Jace tried to coax more out of her.

"Nothing... he just hurt me is all," Jace seemed to know that there was more to it but decided to let it drop now, she obliviously didn't want to talk about it.

"He is letting me know he is in town," Clary calmed herself and stood, she was probably going to be late for work now, but a tear still fell from her eyes.

Jace hugged her, letting her be comforted by his presence.

"Well, enough tears, he doesn't deserve it and I'm not going to let him get to me, and I'm late to work, walk me?" Jace nodded and put her hand in his, she like the warmth of his hand, the calloused feeling, it made him seem real, to know he wasn't perfect.

Walking in to work Clary felt a shiver down her spine, not the type that Jace caused but the type that meant trouble.

When they entered the bar Clary stopped dead in her tracks, body going cold and pulling her hand from Jace's, because there in her bar stood the one and only, Sebastian Verlac.

DUN DUN DUUUUUN... ooooo, what is with Sebastian! I wonder I wonder I wonder... haha jokes... I already know...

So I was going to put it in this chapter but I decided to leave it suspense full... :D

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