You people are wonderful and me not so much. I fail at updating! I have just been very busy lately with school. I would have update Friday but I went to the new moon release party and didn't have time to update.
Jace had finished filing, placing Clary's folder gently in the cabinet. He looked at her address and knowing exactly where she lived, grabbed his keys. He had to get to her…quickly. He grabbed the brass door knob and swung it open then was on his way. He reached the lobby, waved a goodbye to his father then went to his car. When he made it to the car, he got it and pushed his keys into the ignition. Then he stopped. He couldn't go. What was he going to say? He couldn't help her, she was sick not hurt. He sighed and sat back. He had never felt so helpless before. He was always told every problem had a solution, and you can do anything you put your mind to. But they forgot to mention some problems are only for certain people. And Clary's problem was for his father to solve. He groaned in acknowledgement of this. He hated this feeling, but he liked Clary. He had to learn to deal with this if he was going to be near Clary. And he was going to be
near her, he needed to be. He didn't know why he felt so different with her. He wanted to be a better person for her. He wanted her to want him. It was a confusion feeling he had in him but he just felt he had to be near her all the time or he felt as if he would suffocate.
Jace backed out of the driveway of the hospital and sent out for Clary.
~Clary~
Clary had finished her dinner drink she laid down again and flipped on her flat screen tv that was displayed in her room. She flipped through channels when she finally found one of her favorite shows Secret Life of The American Teenager. She hadn't really been watching it lately but she knew she would soon be caught up, that is, if she could keep her eyes open. She tried as hard as she could trying to watch the show in front of her. It was getting to the good part and she didn't want to miss it but she slowly dozed off. It was so hard to stay awake, she thought before she fully slept.
~Jace~
Jace made it to the front of Clary's red brick house. It was nice and probably plenty big enough for her family but it wasn't the estate his father had. Its shudders were a dark green and it had a garden placed promptly on the left side. He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. He followed the stoned walkway to the porch but to the big oak door. He was instantly unsure of if he should do this or not. He started back down the walkway before he turned to the door again and rang the doorbell. He wasn't going to be a coward, not now. He waited for a few moments before an older version of Clary opened the door. She had a darker shade of red than Clary and looked more serious and taller. She was thin and dressed in dark jeans and a gray t-shirt and was covered in paint. She was wiping her hands on a dishtowel when she answered the door. She smiled at him and he froze.
"Hello. Can I help you?" She said in a sweet voice.
"Yeah…um…Is Clary home?"
"Yes she is, are you a friend of hers?" Jace was kind of confused on how to answer this. He knew Clary had a crush on him but he hadn't really talk to her for very long and knew they weren't really friends like this woman meant.
"Well not really but I really need to talk to her."
"Alright I'll go tell her you're here. What's your name?"
"Jace Lightwood." The woman's smile got bigger.
"You're the boy that's working at our shelter." Jace nodded to her. "And Robert's son if I'm not mistaken." Jace noticed a sort of awe in her eyes when she said this. Jace nodded to her once more.
"Why don't you come in?" Clary's mother moved from the doorway and Jace entered the cozy house. He noticed Luke sitting on the couch watching a basketball game on tv and smelled a heavy waft of a pie cooking. Clary's mother shut the door and came up behind him.
"Luke this is Jace Lightwood, Robert's son." Luke looked to his wife and Jace and smiled.
"Yes, you work at our shelter. Now that I see you, I recognize you from church." Luke got up shaking his hand. "Quite a trouble maker you are. How's your family?"
"They're okay. I just got done helping out my father at the hospital today. You wouldn't believe what his office looks like. Flooded with files and papers." Jocelyn chuckled a bit.
"Oh we believe it, he's a busy man." Luke responded. " so what brings you here?"
"Oh…um.. I wanted to see Clary actually."
"I'll go get her for you." Jocelyn said taking herself up the stairs. Luke looked to Jace and gestured for him to sit. An awkward silence set in around them. Unlike his father, Jace wasn't a big talker and didn't really hold conversations well unless he was truly interested in it. Jace shifted uncomfortably on the couch and Luke continued to watch the game.
~Clary~
Clary had awoken from her slumber to find Jocelyn bending over her. "Clary sweetie, are you up to seeing anyone? You have a visitor downstairs." Clary let out a groan and rolled over.
"Send them up here." She sighed out into her pillow.
"Are you sure? I can tell him to come back." Clary's eyes snapped open.
"Who is it?" She asked shakily.
"Jace Lightwood." She knew her mother was smiling. Clary swung her legs over the bed and went to the bathroom.
Tell him I'll be down in a minute." Clary told Jocelyn and she went downstairs. Clary put on her wig and a shirt to hide her VAD then put on skinny jeans. She started down the stairs quicker than she should of and had to stop at the dizziness she felt. After she held her head for a few seconds she walked down the stairs to Jace. He immediately stood when he saw her and looked her over.
"Hey Jace."
"Hey Clary. Can I talk to you somewhere private?"
"Yes you can." Clary took Jace upstairs to her room after a quick glance at her mother to see if it was okay. It was and when they reached Clary's room, she sat down on her bed and Jace in her desk chair.
"What did you want to talk about? Wait why're you here? You get lost? How did you get my address?"
Jace put a hand over her mouth to muffle any other questions and Clary pushed it away.
"One question at a time, okay? I'll answer all your questions if you let me talk." Clary nodded for him to continue. "I was filing papers in my dad's office and I came across your file." Clary looked at him with wild angry eyes.
"So you came here because you found out I had leukemia?" She scoffed. " The pity train stops nowhere does it?"
"Just listen to me. That's not why I came here."
"Then why did you? Because you needed to give me comfort. Tell me everything will be okay? Go out with me, fall for me?!"
"I want to get to know you. Be near you." Clary rolled her eyes and got up.
"Jace, how low will you go? You think I'll buy that crap and fall into your arms. You have another thing coming if you think that. Look I don't need your sympathy or your pity. I get that enough from teachers. What I do need though is someone who will treatment right. And won't lie to get me into bed." Jace's anger flared.
"Get you in bed?! That's what you think this is about?!"
"You're Jace Lightwood. You can get any girl you want. Why would you want me? You didn't care about me before. You and your stupid friends made fun of me." She crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Clary I just I don't know. I feel like I have to be near you."
"Why?"
"Because I like you okay? A lot. If I didn't I wouldn't be trying this hard."
"Yeah right. Does that work on all your whores?"
"Don't know never used it on them. I really really really like you. I need to be close to you. It's the only way I can feel like I'm protecting you." Jace poured out what he'd wanted to say for a long time.
"I don't believe you."
"Then don't, but please all I'm asking for is a chance."
"What make you think you deserve one?" Clary looked into his eyes.
"Because I just do. Don't we all?"
"No." Clary turned away from him and bit her lip.
"No what?"
"Not all of us deserve a chance." Jace stayed silent as he looked at the little red haired beauty that had haunted him beyond his eyelids. Clary closed her eyes. "One chance Jace. One. If you mess up I swear on all that is holy I will never speak to you again." Jace nodded in agreement.
"So friends?"
"Not yet. Acquaintances." Clary held her hand out for him to shake but jace shook his head.
"Friends we shake. Acquaintances, I leave." Clary sighed and caved.
"Friends then?" Jace grinned and shook her hand. "But friends talk to each other and are around each other at school." Jace hadn't thought about that. He hadn't thought about his reputation at all. He had only thought it was him in Clary in the world as they talked in her small bedroom.
"Friends." Jace finally said with a smile.
Jace and Clary talked a little while they lay on her bed. He had been hit a couple times for being an 'asshat' which he had no idea what meant. But it was cute when she fell asleep right next to him. He had tucked her in after moving carefully off the bed. He was still not in the trusting friend category but he didn't mind this. She stirred and rolled over in the place he just was. The lsuh red curls that lay on her head were now lonely laying her pillow. Jace looked at them in shock for a minute then picked them up and looked at a bald Clary. He lifted it to his nostrils and smelled Clary. He smiled and laid it on the desk beside the bed before leaving.
This was the start of a beautiful friendship. Maybe not so much friendship, it could be more with time, Jae thought on his drive home and went to bed.
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Jace:Finally!
Clary:What?
Jace:We are friends.
Alec:so what does that accomplish?
Jace:I get to be next to her.
Magnus:But u still aren't getting any.
Clary:Any what?
Jace: Shut it Magnus!
