Playlist:

Explanation- Ghosts by James Vincent McMorrow

Sleeping Beauty- Where I come from by Passion Pit

Fiery- Not Your Fault by AWOLNATION

Say it again- Black Beauty by Lana Del Rey

Visionary- White Teeth Teens by Lorde

Childish- Riptide by Vance Joy

Macho- Sour Cherry by The Kills

Long run- Stay Away by Charli XCX

Jace heard someone pleading from inside one of the many rooms of the hospital. His steps took on purpose as he walked through the halls of the sanitary building. After he'd gathered his thoughts when his relationship with Kaelie had ended, he raced towards the hospital, not caring at the woman shouting at him that visiting hours were 'over.' Yeah, right. If there ever was such a thing to him.

Jace saw some hospital staff moving just as quick, and maybe even quicker, across the tile floor. Them being so urgent scared him, and he was now moving at the pace of a slow jog. But his heart was beating rapidly in his chest, desperate to get to Clary's room.

"Please, don't do this-" He heard her plead. When he'd finally reached her room, his face flushed an angry red. His stomach fell when he saw her room door open, security hoisting her up as a nurse stuck a needle into her ivory skin. Taking in her condition, he saw that her knees were turning a swollen violet, and his angered mind processed the idea if she'd been abused in any way. Under her nails were the scrapings of dried crimson, and her palms showed just how she'd scraped away at them. Oh, Clary…

She looked so… broken. Lost, hope cast aside. So unlike the girl he'd fell in love with. Not that happy, joyous girl that had teased him for being so bleak when there was so much to experience in the world. Now, her thoughts were scrambled. A mess of what had been clear and crystal sanity.

He immediately rushed to her side, but her eyelids had already begun to droop. Not before he saw some form of recognition in them. The nurse who had injected her turned around, eyes wide when she saw Jace standing in the middle of the room. That's right, be afraid. Be very afraid, he thought viciously at her.

"What the hell happened here? Why did you sedate her?" Jace growled, lifting Clary from the arms of the security guards. Her head sagged backwards as he cradled her small body in his arms. It made him think of the times as kids when she'd fall asleep at his house and he'd carry her to his room for her to sleep in. Now was such a different time that the comparisons were endless.

"She went lucid and started to panic, like she did last night. Only now, the process didn't reverse and she became a danger to her and those around her." Dr. Bane explained. Jace nodded, scowling at the people who offered to take Clary from his arms.

"Lucid? You mean she was herself again?" Jace asked. The doctor looked conflicted, his fingers moving around as if he were typing the words on a report.

"Sort of." He squeezed out, grimacing. "She regains her memory, but you have to know that her last moments before the coma were very traumatizing. Not only does she come to at different times, but it's like she's resurfacing from water each time. People deal with this condition in various ways. Putting stress on her now can have some long lasting effects. So, I advise you to think before you speak." Jace swallowed thickly, remembering all there screaming matches is the past couple of days.

"Is there any hope that she'd become that same girl again?" Jace said with defeat. Walking into her room and seeing her struggling to escape the grip the guards had on her wasn't a sight he'd want to ever see again. She was screaming as if they were hurting her, like she didn't know such a thing as human contact. Or at least what a needle was.

"We really can't tell you that, because like I said, every patient is different. She could come back tomorrow, two years from now, or not at all. Even if she were never to recover from her amnesia, she is still a person and she can see the disappointment on your faces. It can't be good to see that. Should she recover, it'll only be from the amnesia. She'll have emotional trauma from the accident, and five years have passed since then. Her friends are beginning to settle down in their lives and I assume you've moved on?" Dr. Bane asked Jace.

"I tried."

"Even that will be hard to handle. She left while you two were in love." A heavy weighted guilt pounded into Jace's head and all he could think of was how he'd let her down by trying to move on. She was his soulmate. You can't get over a soulmate.

"What do I do? How do I act around her?"

"As if she a person to, not your long lost love." The doctor ordered. "And for the love of God, let her decide if she still wants to be with you. She's an entirely different person on the inside. A person with her own set of feelings and thoughts. Treat her as such. You wouldn't kiss a stranger, would you?"

"No." Jace answered with a frown, thinking of the other girls that he'd tried to find happiness with. He promised himself that he was going to devote himself to getting her back, whether she was herself again or not. They were meant to be together, not matter what the universe did to pull them apart.

"Good, then you'll be fine." He smiled. "Now put her down before you end up dropping her." He said, gesturing towards the sleeping girl in Jace's arms.

"Can I stay with her?" Jace asked him. The doctor shrugged, checking his watch and began to walk out of the room.

"Be my guest!" He said, flinging his arms in the air. Jace decided that sleeping next to Clary wasn't the best way for her to wake up, after all, the doctor had said to treat her like a stranger. Waking up with his arms wrapped around her would probably give her a panic attack, so Jace opted to sleep on the leather sofa.

He set her on the bed, not being able to help himself as he kissed her forehead and whispered goodnight. What came next was a much needed sleep, although the sofa wasn't as comfortable as their bed back home. Yes, their bed. Because, amnesia or not, everything Jace owned he would gladly share with her.

She couldn't help but feel exhausted, not knowing why. Even when she'd woken up from a five year coma did she not feel such sleep deprivation. She was also a little hotter than usual. It was as if she were cocooned in a warmth that only fabric could provide. The blankets were wrapped tightly around her, and she was surprised she hadn't kicked them off as she often moved around in her sleep. It might have something to do with how unusually tired she felt.

There was a sharp, immediate ache in her arm. Throbbing she could consider it. And her palms felt raw as feeling the blanket that was covering them. A once muddled ache in her joints was now becoming clear, specifically in her legs. She felt as if she'd been… tossed around in a car, but now was not the time for joking, so she cast aside the thought with an ironic approval.

Her eyelids fluttered open, taking in the room around her. The TV was turned off, reflecting her disarrayed hair and wrinkled clothes. Looking down, it seemed as if she'd been swaddled in her blanket while she slept. The magazines that had been neatly placed on her bedside table had been knocked over, the bright covers giving a glare to her eyes when the sunlight hit them.

She almost mistook his golden curls for a glare, until she realized that it was him that was moving and not her head. Air flooded into her lungs as she prepared to scream at the intrusion, he was very, very lucky that she was tired both emotionally and physically, or else she would have thrown him out by his shirt collar. He would've been awakening anyway with his uncomfortable looking condition. There was no blanket to warm him of the chilly hospital ventilation, and he lacked a pillow to cushion him from the rough edges of the sofa.

There was this feeling of pity in her chest as she watched him frown in his sleep. Where she had a comfortable hospital bed, he had nothing more than stuffing-filled leather to rest on. She amazed herself when she peeled off the warm hospital blanket and languidly set her feet on the floor. Gripping the bed's railing, she placed the heated fabric over him, watching as he adjusted to it with an unconscious smile of gratitude. Realizing that her plethora of pillows were of use, she gently lifted his head and placed one under him. Hopefully, with the more comfortable sleeping arrangement, he'd stay asleep longer and she could gather her thoughts. Or at least figure out what had happened the night before. Why she was so ruffed up.

Clary returned to her bed, no conclusions of the night becoming clear, watching hours tick by on the clock until she was so bored she figured talking to him wouldn't be so bad. Instead of directly waking him, she grabbed the remote to the TV and pressed a few buttons until it was loud enough to disturb him, but not loud enough to make him think she'd done it on purpose.

She watched as his eyes twitched open, surprise filling them when he saw the blanket thrown over him. Clary averted her gaze from him, staring at the advertisement on the thick screen. It didn't take much sense to realize he was staring at her, waiting for her to start yelling, but she would save that for later, once her energy was fully restored.

Reluctantly, her eyes tore from the TV and to his, that were already staring at her.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." She said on a strange instinct, sucking in a breath of air at how the words had slipped out. Jace cocked his head to the side, wondering if she was being sarcastic or genuine. Honestly, she didn't know herself, not expecting those words to be said and instead ones of anger.

"What did you call me?" Jace said with a groggy, slumber-intoxicated tone.

"Uh, nothing. Forget about it." She shrugged, rolling her fingers across her palms only to wince at the pain of them. She brought them to her face, shock overtaking her at the ripped skin and crimson-stained fingernails. Had she… had she done that to herself?

"Clary." Jace said, gathering her attention, whatever little she was willing to give him. When she turned her head towards him and said nothing, he got the hint to continue. "I'm sorry for what I said to you." He apologized, his head bowed in shame. Clary didn't respond, only flexed her toes… testing if she'd regained her energy. Doing so without effort, she sat up, a frown now very visible on her face.

"Sorry?" She gasped, insulted that a simple word was his key to the gates of reconciliation. Blood was pumping in her ears, making Clary feel as if steam were pouring out of them. "That it? No explanation as to why you attacked Sebastian? Or why you felt as if I somehow belonged to you?" Clary swung her legs over the bed, and Jace did the same on the sofa. He wiped his hands across his face, sighing heavily.

"What do you want me to say? That I shouldn't have felt possessive over a woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with?" He asked with a shrill tone.

"How can you even say that?! I thought you moved on!" She snapped at him.

"Move on? How? Tearing my heart out and burying it in our backyard?" Jace shouted back. Clary stood up from the bed, storming off to the bathroom, not caring that he was following her with equal frustration. She paid him no mind as she washed her face in the sink and tied her hair in a bun that made her look like the popular teenagers portrayed in the movies that the hospital provided.

"Dammit, I'm really trying here Clary, please let me explain!" Jace groaned. She flicked her gaze over to him, rolling her eyes but offering him her attention. "I-I ended it with Kaelie-"

"The waitress?!" Clary pushed past him and into her room, ready to press the button that brought in the nurses, or hopefully security. Whether he knew what she was going to do or simply tired that she wouldn't stand still, Jace jumped in front of her, blocking the button in the process. Extremely frustrated with his presence, she grabbed a tray that was on her bedside table and flung it at him, watching it shatter on the tile. Maybe she should have considered about her lessened strength.

She reached for the cup, it having the same effect as the tray.

"How dare you get mad at me for trying to find a simple friend when you've been sleeping around with not only a waitress, but with a woman who knew me as a teenager!" Clary seethed, preparing to lunge at him.

Jace grabbed her arm, pulling her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her like a tight blanket. She tried to wiggle her arms out of his hold but he was far too strong to escape from.

"Let go of me you asshat!" She snapped, turning her cheek to try and face him.

"Not until you calm down!" Jace ordered. Clary groaned loudly, waiting for her breathing to calm down to an acceptable rate. When he let her go, she immediately gathered space between them.

"Why are you here?" Clary said in a voice so calm she believed she could put an infant to sleep. "Why can't you just leave me alone?!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air.

"Don't you see? I can't, and I wouldn't want to." Jace answered.

"So, what happens now? Do you just follow me around like some lost puppy until you find some other chick to fall in love with?" Clary growled. Jace rolled his eyes at her, a long exhalation leaving his lungs and into the small room.

"No, I'm going to be with you until the day I cease to exist. In other words, I'm doing this because I love-"

"Say it again." Clary whispered to him, running her hands up his slick bare chest.

"I love you," Jace said softly, running his hand up her exposed back. Even if they had just finished what her friends might call 'making love,' she felt as if she could spend the rest of her life showing him just how much he meant to her. What he could do to her by saying those three words. What she would give him, which was anything.

The bright colors of the vision caused her to wince, wondering why it came to her. Heat rose to her cheeks when she could recall how much adoration was in both of their eyes. She blinked a few times, scattering the image until the pulsating in her ears had stopped.

When she focused on her surrounding again, she swore she was back in another vision, because Jace was holding her tightly to him, cradling her head in his arms. Clary could hear his heart beating against her ear, bringing a strange anxiety into her chest.

"Clary, are you alright?" He asked, pulling her back from his body… that was impressively sturdy.

"What happened?" She whispered, scared that any words would take her back to the bright colors. Amazingly, she couldn't even recall what the vision was about. They were like dreams to her: taking her away and then spitting her back into reality, dazed and confused.

"You slipped, or more accurately trust-falled to the floor." He gave a strangled laugh, still holding her as if she would crumble in his arms.

"Oh," she nodded, realizing that her hands were gripping his biceps. She didn't move them immediately, loving the security he brought to the unconscious part of her mind. Each breath he gave warming her like a human blanket. When her cheeks began to heat again, she cleared her throat. "Uh, you can let go now." She whispered, and he stood up. His position reminded her of when Sebastian had dipped her, only now it was out of concern and not carelessness.

When they had separated, he scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning a scarlet that went along with his golden tan. "I'm going to take a shower." She announced.

"Okay." Jace nodded, biting his lips.

"Oh and Jace?" She called.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for catching me." She saw him smile.

"Any time." He said with more meaning than was necessary. Clary shook her head with a smile, then tore her gaze away from him, finally walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

"Fingerpainting?" Clary repeated to Jace. He nodded, bringing her a glass jar full of yellow paint. "So I just… dip my fingers in and paint with them?" She asked him. A white shirt that declared her a runner and athletic shorts was her attire. Jace had told her that she might not want to wear white for what they were going to do, but as stubborn as she was, she didn't care. Now she understood why white wasn't a color painters wore.

"Yeah, something simple to start off with."

"Simple? I did stuff like this?" Clary couldn't imagine doing something so dirty, time consuming, when previously she'd been in her freshman year of college.

"All the time, you were an artist." Jace sighed, scratching the back of his head. Clary brought her slim fingers to the jar, sucking in a breath of air at how cold it was to her sensitive skin. She brought her fingers to the canvas, running them across until there was an amber squiggle disrupting the bleached appearance.

"What do I paint? I can't think of anything, seeing as I was basically born three days ago." She asked him.

"Here," he said, coming up behind her and taking hold of her forearm. "Close your eyes," Jace instructed. "I want you to imagine something, anything. Whatever you saw on TV or a photo in a magazine. Anything." She closed her eyelids tighter, thinking long and hard before something finally came to her. Opening them, Jace let go of her and allowed her to paint her to her imaginations desire.

Jace watched as she positioned the canvas to face him, preventing him from seeing what she was creating. His eyes softened on her, and she wiggled her brows at him, amused at how he sucked in a breath of air. When she caught him staring at her again, she scowled at him.

"Jace, quit staring at me or I'll mess up the painting." She threatened. Jace turned away from her, occupying himself with the paintings that other patients had drawn in the room.

When she was sure that he wasn't looking, her hands began to move on the canvas, drawing the rough edges of a large rectangle at the bottom. After she'd drawn that, she drew another, although smaller one above it. She repeated this, then reached for a paint brush, dipping it in black paint and filling the space around it the yellow-filled rectangles.

Taking a step back, she looked at the drawing with curiosity, not know why she painted a road when she'd been out exploring the day before.

"Are you done?" Jace asked her, anxious to walk over and see what she'd created.

"Yeah, I guess. I just don't really think it shows any significance. Or creativity. It's boring." She groaned, putting her hands to her face, feeling them so cold on her skin.

"A road…?" He asked, only widening his eyes when his mind wandered further than her own. Jace turned to face her and snorted loudly, covering his mouth with his hands.

"What?" Clary questioned, squinting at him.

"You have paint on your cheeks." Jace answered, pointing at his own cheek to mirror the location. Her fingers travelled back to her face, then looking down at her hands, she realized that they were cold because of the yellow paint.

"Oh so you think this is funny?" She teased. Jace let out a betraying laugh, adding to her accusation. Since he'd thoroughly embarrassed her, she wanted to even the humiliation.

"Kinda." He admitted. What he hadn't been expecting was for her to jump a step in his directions, smearing his cheeks yellow just like hers. He gasped at the movement, closing his arms around her as if she were falling and not lunging. Her back dipped into him, his forearms pressing into her, and she began laughing at his paint-smeared face. Though, it wasn't that noticeable with his already-golden skin.

Still holding her, he freed one of his hands and touched them to his cheek, groaning at her when they came back stained.

"Really?" He sighed.

"Sorry." She apologized.

"I cannot believe you smeared paint of my face." Jace shook his head, though laughing as he said the words. They were walking back to her room, both with a wet towel pressed to their faces. He opened the door for her, her nodding a thank you as he did so.

Clary dropped the towel when her eyes landed on the dark-haired man that was standing in the center of the room.

"Sebastian!" She smiled. Sebastian walked over to her, hugging her before his gaze flitted over to the now angry-looking Jace. Both their chests puffed out, as if they were sizing each other up like animals.

"Jace." Clary warned.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away?" Jace asked Sebastian in a surprisingly calm tone. Sebastian only grinned at him, shaking his head in a playful manner.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, it was more or less focused on her. But you can't say the same, now can you?" Sebastian asked him in the same nerve-wrackingly calm tone. Clary inched her way backwards, hand on the red button just in case she needed to order in security.

"What are you getting at?" Jace huffed.

"The truth."

So much for hoping for the best, they couldn't be in the same room for more than a minute without trying to kill each other! It was as if they had no sense of decency, or morality, swinging at one another without the realization that they were in a hospital.

"Jace, Sebastian! Stop it!" She shouted, but they didn't falter. They were both so equally matched that they spent the same amount of time struggling to get off of the floor after a hard punch; no kicks at least.

Nurses flooded in, calling for security once their eyes landed on the tumbling boys. Boys as in they weren't acting mature enough to earn the title men.

They were pulled apart, Sebastian snapped a curse word at Jace. And once again, she was apologizing to Sebastian for Jace's behavior.

"For just once, can you stop trying to prove that your macho?!" Clary hissed at Jace as she sat him down on the bathroom floor, wetting a towel to wipe at his blood. He wore a sturdy frown, not answering her and only hissing when she pressed the dampened cloth to his swollen cheek bone.

"You have to stop doing this, Jace. I can't be around you if all you do is beat the shit out of people!" She continued. He looked at her, his eyes full of an apology that was stuck in his throat.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. She huffed out a sigh, pressing the towel on the locations of what was to be many bruises. There were a few cuts on his chin, and he had a busted lip, but for now he looked like he'd been through a blender.

"You say that too often, and one day I'm not going to be able to forgive you." She whispered. Jace's eyes widened at her threat. In an instant, he had lifted her from her seat next to him and onto his lap, burying his head in her neck.

"I'm sorry I'm such an asshat. Please don't send me away." Jace pleaded.

"I don't want to." She admitted, deciding whether she should shrug him off or hold him tighter. His hands were around her stomach, wrinkling the shirt as he pulled and tugged at her. Clary wondered if he could feel her skin prickle as it was doing under the white shirt.

"Great, because I'm in this for the long run." Jace

"Long run?" She repeated. He laughed at her confusion, tucking a curl that had loosened from her bun behind her ear.

"Just something that means I'm not going to leave you."

"Oh…" She responded. "Good."

AU: So Clace is definitely happening! Though, I don't know what i'll do with Sebastian... As usual, she's getting flashbacks, but hopefully she'll start to remember some of them! And Magnus is her new doctor!

With Jace devoting his time to her now, how he acts will determine if she sees him as more than an asshole with a soft side. The next chapter will probably be little more sweet. They were in love, so it's only typical that they have their moments. Or even repeat some as they did when Clary was fingerpainting.

Keep up with the reviews guys!