A/N: HELLO! I was really inspired for this chapter… which is also kind of angsty but stay with me even if you hate it! If you want me to add something to the story then put it into your review so I can see if it's something that I might want to write.

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Playlist:

I believe in you – Tyler Hilton (acoustic version)

Jace's song:

Last time – Secondhand Serenade

Fuel to the Fire

Chapter 6

"Oh and it's never fair
The way that we meet and you disappear
No, it don't feel like sleep
When I'm this alive it's true
I believe in you"

Tyler Hilton – I believe in you

Clary looked herself in the mirror. She was all dressed in black, the classic shadow-hunter colour. She wore a black mini dress, high heeled boots that she kept her Steele and Seraph blade in. It was so familiar, like déjà vu, standing there looking fierce and vindictive. This had happened once before.

*Flashback*

Clary roughly pushed her Steele into her boot and finished up her mascara. She wouldn't say that she looked sad anymore, like they say, there are many stages of grief, she had moved on from grieving and moved on to anger. She was furious; it really wasn't fair what had happened, because of her, there was not a second of every day that she didn't wish that it had been the other way around. That she had died so that Jon and Valentine could live.

However, her eyes revealed close to no emotion as she almost lethargically began curling random streaks of hair that hadn't managed to look glamorous by them selves. After she looked lethally beautiful, she turned off the curling iron and left the New York penthouse, the only sound coming from her heels clicking against the marble floor…

*End of flashback*

Clary shook her head at the memory. This time was different, she told herself. It wasn't the same. But there was that nagging voice in her head whispering isn't it, though?

…

Clary entered Pandemonium. She spotted Isabelle, Jace and Alec sitting at the bar. Isabelle was wearing a tiny strapless silver dress and metallic blue pumps. She looked wonderful; of course it was impossible for someone like Isabelle to look anything but perfect.

Clary gracefully began walking towards the three shadow-hunters. Even though the dance-floor was incredibly crowded no one bumped into her. She walked swiftly, using her enhanced abilities to dodge every drunken teenager that threatened to stumble straight into her. Tonight, she had no time for that. She was on a mission. A not one that was likely to end well.

…

Jace frowned down at his Sprite Zero. They were waiting for Clary to arrive. While Isabelle was basically bouncing in her seat with excitement, Jace was dubious to why Clary had chosen to pick up demon hunting now. More then anything, he was worried. It killed him to think it to himself even; the biggest jerk in the world Jace Lightwood was worried for someone other than himself. And if it had been anyone other than Clary he would have denied it. Instead, he had surprised himself by asking Isabelle about her, not that he got much in return. Isabelle was about as perceptive as a blind man picking out his favourite painting.

"There she is!" Isabelle squealed pointing into the crowd.

Jace's eyes scanned the crowd before spotting the redhead. Surprisingly the first thing he noticed was not the petite dress and sexy heels, but her eyes. They were… different. Before even though there was hurt in them, there was always emotion, a spark. Her spark. Now, there was only a void where that spark used to be. They were completely blank, not showing any emotion.

"Damn it," Jace swore under his breath. He'd been there, those eyes, he used to own them. They never used leave his face. When it was easier to just lock away your heart then wear it on your sleeve for the entire world to view. But she deserved better. He looked over at Isabelle and whispered in her ear. "Does she look different to you?"

Isabelle snickered happily. "I know, right? She looks ah-mazing!"

Jace rolled his eyes at his sister's naïve personality. When he looked back up Clary was standing there, looking like the very definition of apathy. "Hey, guys." She said in a detached voice.

Jace slid off the bar stool and placed his Sprite Zero onto the counter. He looked into Clary's emerald eyes, searching for just a hint of the real her. Nothing. He turned to Alec, briefly. "Me and Clary are going to check out the club for activity, okay?"

Alec nodded. "Sure, but remember to signal us."

"Umm," Jace murmured. "Fine." Then he began walking through the crown, not looking back, but knowing that Clary was following. He walked into the backroom, swinging the door open. Clary caught it and stepped in, staring him straight in the eye.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked bluntly, closing then door behind her. Just how he preferred it.

"It's not worth it." He said simply and confidently. Like he knew exactly what he was talking about. Which he did. But she didn't know that.

Clary flinched before taking a deep breath. "What are you talking about?"

"It's not worth it," he repeated. "Closing yourself off from the world. You might not realize what you're doing. But you're not helping yourself or anyone else."

Clary's eyes teared up. "How would you know?" She spat. "You know nothing about me! Nothing!" She took a rapid breath. "You may know my real last name and the name of my… my brother, but you know nothing of me!"

Jace took a step towards her. "I know more than you think. You lost your brother, right?" The hurt and heartbreak that crossed her face made the answer obvious and it also made Jace think that there was still hope for her. "He's dead. Gone. Never coming back." He spoke ruthlessly, taking yet another step forward, staring her down.

Clary's breaths were coming in uneven gasps and she pulled a hand up to her heart. "Stop it," she almost begged, a single tear rolling down her flushed cheek.

"Why?" Jace asked, boldly. Towering over her cowering form. "Why should I stop? So that it will stop feeling like your heart is exploding in your chest? So that you can go out there-" he pointed towards the door "-for what? Vengeance?"

Clary shook her head, rapidly, staring down at the floor. She backed until she was up against the wall.

Jace followed suit. "Is that what he would want? Is that what Jonathan would have wanted?"

Her eyes shot up to be met with pure gold. She drew in a deep breath. "Shut up!" She screamed.

Jace smirked to himself and stepped back, giving her some air. Clary drew out a big sigh, letting herself lean back against the wall. She closed her eyes, trying to soothe her racing heart.

They just stood like there for a few minutes. Her trying to calm down. And him just watching her.

"Music helps." He said.

Clary looked up, still breathing heavily, raising her eyebrows. "What?" She asked roughly.

Jace cleared his throat. "Music helps. You know, to deal with the pain. To express what you're feeling. The words that are to painful to be spoken." He explained.

Clary just stared.

"I heard you singing at school," he said, coolly. "You have a great voice and take it from someone who knows… there's a lot of emotion you're holding back. So just… sing it out."

There was a moment of tension.

"So…" Jace trailed. "Are you going to kill anything?"

Clary shook her head, her eyes straying back to the ground. "I guess not."

And with that done. Jace left. He had played his part. He had helped her get that spark back. Even though it was too clouded with grief to really shine through.

…

Jace sat down by his piano. He traced the keys from end to finish, just barely touching them.

When he had left Clary and headed back to Izz and Alec he had expected her to follow. But he didn't see her for the rest of the night. Isabelle was disappointed but she to whip up a Ravener so she got over it. Alec seemed concerned, seeing as he had taken a liking to the fiery redhead. And Jace just hoped he had helped. He knew he had snapped her out of the coldness that threatened to take over but if came again it might be too late to bring her back.

He sighed and gently applied pressure to the keys as he began playing.

"I'm stuck with writing songs just to forget what they really were about. And these words are bringing me so deeply insane.
That I don't think I can take my way out." He sang out. "I couldn't breathe through it. Like I need to and the words don't mean a thing

So I'll sing this song to you
For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of days spent without you
And there is nothing left to prove

I'm counting all the things I could have done
To make you see
That I wanted us to be what I go to sleep and dream of
I want you to know that I'd die for you
I'd die for you

I couldn't breathe through it
Like I need to and the words don't mean a thing

So I'll sing this song to you
For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of the days spent without you
And there's nothing left to prove

And if you are alone
Make sure you're not lonely
Cuz if you are, I blame myself
For never being home
I know I'm not the only one
Who will treat you like they should
What you deserve

I'm stuck with writing songs
Just to forget

So I'll sing this song to you
For the last time
And my heart is torn in two
Thinking of the days spent without you
And there's nothing left to prove."

His fingers lingered on the final note. I don't know what it is you do, Clary. He thought solemnly to himself. I don't know why I can't stay away, why I care, why I want to help you so much.

A/N: Hey! I didn't wait for the 50 reviews… I know! But still… I was feeling really inspired by music… and… feelings. So I decided to write. PLEASE REVIEW TO MAKE ME UPDATE FASTER!