AN: Sorry this one is really short. I couldn't think of anything else to say for this part, and going into the part for the next chapter wouldn't have made much sense.. So.. you're just going to have to wait :) and Review :) Reviews make the world go round :D
I own TMI?!?! Since when?? What universe do you live in? Because I'm definitely not Cassandra Clare...
Jace was sitting at his piano, letting his fingers do what they wished. He immersed himself in the music that was created. As adept as he was at piano, his fingers could traverse the keys without his conscious efforts. He just let himself make the melancholy music that poured out. Closing his eyes, he encompassed himself in his melody and blocked out the outside world.
It was because of this trance that when he heard a soft meow, he immediately stopped playing, seized a dagger from his belt, and pointed it at the source of the noise. Church. Great. He'd almost killed his cat.
"What do you want, Church?" Church stared at him from the floor to the right of the piano. Meow. "Well?" Church's eyes got wide, and he jerked his head towards the door. Without waiting for Jace to leave the piano bench, he walked loftily to the door. Stupid cat.
"Where are we going, Church?" No reply. He'd just have to wait and see. Church could be obnoxious sometimes. Or all the time. They wound around the labyrinth of hallways that was the Institute, and he found himself in the library.
"In here?" Church meowed as a response. Jace reached out his bare foot and patted the cat on the head. He opened the library doors and went inside to find a very unexpected scene.
"Jace! Finally! What took so long?" Isabelle called from the sitting area.
"Cat," Jace responded. He glanced around the arena of cozy chairs and couches. Clary was sitting bolt upright in one of the chairs, looking very frightened. He wanted to go over there and comfort her, but he knew she was terrified of him. The thought was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on him and eating Isabelle's soup at the same time. He shuddered. Magnus and Alec were on a loveseat together, and Isabelle was in a chair next to Clary. Maryse was sitting at Hodge's desk.
"What's going on?" he asked. Reasonable enough question. Everyone stared at him like he was insane. Except for Clary. She wouldn't meet his eyes. He groaned internally.
"Tell him, Magnus," Alec nudged Magnus in his ribs. Magnus cleared his throat dramatically, and Jace rolled his eyes.
"I've examined Clary," he motioned towards Clary, "And I've come up with a conclusion." Magnus paused.
"And?" Jace was getting impatient.
"Patience. I've concluded that Clary's lost part of her memory."
"That was your conclusion? Wow. I never would have guessed."
"And she has to get her memory back quickly. Or she'll never get it back," Isabelle added solemnly, not letting Magnus reply. Jace froze. Never get it back? So she'd never remember Valentine, Jonathan/Sebastian, Max, Hodge, waking up her mother, demon attacks, the huge fight in Idris, seeing Ithuriel, stopping Valentine, meeting Raziel, bringing Jace back to life, thinking she was Jace's sister - though she might be lucky on that one - all the time they'd ever spent together, and she'd never remember it? The rest she could be retaught, but memories were priceless.
"So how does she get it back?" Jace asked, attempting to mask the desperation in his voice.
"She needs to have something jog her memory. Pretty much a déjà vu moment," Magnus said. Jace considered this. A déjà vu moment? Was Magnus joking?
"Very funny, Warlock," Jace said. Magnus tilted his head and stared at Jace for a moment.
"I wasn't kidding. It's quite simple. You just have to make her remember a strong enough memory that would bring the rest with it."
"And how long do we have?" Isabelle interrupted.
"I'm not positive, but I'd guess around a month." A month. So he had a month. He could do that.
"So what do we do now?" Clary asked softly. Jace looked away from Magnus to glance at her. She looked down.
"Now, we get your memory back. So what don't you remember?" Jace said. Rolling her eyes, Clary looked at Jace for the first time since he'd stepped in the room.
"How am I going to tell you what I don't know?" Jace smirked and turned to Magnus for a second opinion.
"How far back does she not remember?"
"As far as I can tell, she's forgotten about 11 months worth, starting at the point where she met you at Pandemonium. I was able to stop the poison from the claws from deteriorating any more of her memory, but I wasn't strong enough to replace it."
"So that's what those sparks did," Clary mumbled under her breath. Jace laughed softly. He caught her glance at him, looking slightly chagrinned.
AN: Umm, well ya. That's it. I know. Short. Review!