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I slipped into bed, sighing continuously. "That was the most embarrassing night of my life."

"Yes, dear," Jace said, flipping a page in his book. "You've only said that seventeen times. And that's when I started counting fifteen minutes ago. They've been out of here for three hours now. Lucky for you, I don't like cucumbers."

I laughed, turning off my bedside lamp. "I love you." I laid down into my soft pillows, smiling softly.

"I love me too," he replied. "But I love you more."

I sighed, leaning into him. "That was the most embarrassing night of my life."

He snorted, wrapping his arms around me. "Eighteen."

"I don't think I'm ever having sex again," I said.

Jace laughed. "You wouldn't do that. I'm much too tempting." He brushed his fingers through my wet hair that was beginning to curl after an hour out of the shower. I hummed softly and he continued to do it, soothing curls out. He then began massaging my scalp.

"Jace," I sighed contently. "I need sleep. I have an interview tomorrow."

"I'm trying to put you to sleep," he murmured. "Just close your eyes and relax."

I felt my eyes slip close, and curled closer to Jace, feeling his warmth radiate into my body only in one of his thin t-shirts and underwear. Yes, of course underwear.

His hands continued to work miracles as I fell deeper into slumber.

"Clary?" he asked quietly.

"Hmm?" I grumbled.

"I love you."

"Shut up."

He laughed and the tinkling noise (yes, Jace has a tinkling laugh, it's adorable) put me sleep.

My eyes opened to my dead brother waving his arms frantically, telling the driver to stop. I was seven and short, and he was twelve and so much taller than me. (A/N: Yes, I know Jonathan is not actually five years older than Clary.) With one last attempt, he shoved me and the driver hit him full on impact while I was only rolled over by on my ankle. It snapped in half.

But I didn't care. My brother was in the middle of our small neighborhood streets.

I crawled over, screaming at the amount of blood on him. He opened an eye.

I dragged him over, my small body working so hard to pull him out of harm's way. I was choking on tears.

"Clary?" Jace ran down the street, his eight year old's arms pumping to get over to me.

I pushed sweaty, dirty, bloody hair out of Jonathan's green eyes.

"Oh my God," he whispered. "What happened?"

He kneeled down, and I hugged Jonathan closer to me. "Go get Mommy, please!" I wailed.

Jace sprinted inside, his voice screaming frantically. My mother ran out, but I didn't care, my brother wasn't breathing like a normal person should. His breaths weren't steady, but choppy and not coming fast enough.

My mother screamed, running over. "He saved me, Mommy," I wailed. "He's gone, isn't he? No Jonathan can't die. He's my big brother! He promised he'd be there! No Jonathan, please." A sob ripped out of my throat and even Jace had tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry Clary," he whispered. "I had to save you. You have so much to live for. You're smart and kind and beautiful and important and my little sister. I love you. Promise me one thing." I nodded quickly. "You and Jace will always be best friends." I nodded quickly, not trusting my voice. "And besides, death isn't that bad. I've never felt so…light," he said softly, and then he smiled, and closed his eyes, and died.

"No!" I screamed. "No you can't! Jonathan! Johnny! No you can't!" I shook his shoulders, sobs ripping out of my body. I slapped his face, checked his heartbeat as blood dripped out of his mouth.

Mommy tried to pull me away, sobs racking through her body, but Jace did something to make her stop.

I laid in my bed for a week, my mother trying to feed me, but only getting crackers and if she was lucky, toast and soup.

Finally, Jace got sick of sitting by my bed, and me refusing to respond to him. He threw his chair and it spun.

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern," he said sternly, towering over me. He'd never used this tone before. "Get your ass up out of that bed, and go live your life. Because that's what Jonathan saved your damn stubborn ass for. So you could live. And right now, you're sure as hell not admiring or respecting his choices. So get your ass out of that door and go eat. And hello Ms. Morgenstern. How are you on this fine Tuesday?"

I looked up and saw my mother standing there; gawking at the eight year old's language. I couldn't help but giggle. A smile slowly slid across her face and she ran over to Jace and hugged him as I got out of bed.

"Clary, Clary, baby, wake up," Jace's soft voice cooed and I shot up, yelling Jonathan.

Jace's eyes flickered with a thousand emotions at once, and then it finally ended on concern. "Are you having those dreams again?"

I nodded, and then smiled. "It's all right though. I'll be fine."

He nodded, not pressing the matter. Instead, he pulled on a shirt and told me he was going to make breakfast.

I sighed, knowing that today was my interview, and walked over to the closet, tripping over nothing. I dug through my closet, immediately going to the clothes that were fancy, knowing Izzy had discarded all used clothes. She was going for making me wear white this time, I noticed, probably for my album, My Angel.

I finally picked an off white creamy dress with red vertical stripes that were every six inches and thin. I pulled out some red flats and laid them on the floor while laying the dress onto the bed.

Jace called me for breakfast.

I sat down, my plate well piled with bacon and eggs. He laughed and I muttered some excuse about being pregnant.

"Who's interviewing you this time?" he asked, picking at a cuticle and frowning when it wouldn't do what he wanted it to.

"Edward Robins," I replied around a mouthful of food.

He frowned. "The one that gets all up in your business and then tries to make it up with jokes?"

"The one and only," I replied.

"Oh, you better not wear a tight dress," he replied. "The information will be out sooner than we want it to be."

I shrugged. "He better not make a comment about my sex life this time."

He snorted around a cup of orange juice. "Oh, I think we're passed that."

I smacked his arm lightly, finishing up. "C'mon, Iz is going to kill me if I'm late."

"Why do I have to come?" he whined.

"Because Mr. Robins is going to bug me the entire time if you don't come. He invited you too. You have to be interrogated."

Jace sighed. "Fine. Only because I love you."

I smiled cheekily, poking his tummy as he followed me down the hall.

I threw on my dress quickly, and slipped on the flats before heading quickly into the bathroom.

I yanked the brush through my curls and groaning when they turned all frizzy.

"You've got to be careful," Jace murmured, stepping into the bathroom with me, taking the brush carefully from my hands and soothing it gently through my hair. I gawked in fascination when I saw the curls become soft.

"I'm twenty years old and don't know how to tame my hair and you do?" I asked incredulously. Jace nodded proudly, making the rest of my curls pretty and soft before rubbing some curl control into the curls. He then picked up a bobby pin and pinned my bangs back before kissing my cheek.

"There," he said proudly. "You look beautiful, and so do your curls."

I blushed, picking up my toothbrush and doing a quick rinse instead of the thorough, fifteen minute one that Isabelle always makes me do.

"All right," he said. "You ready?"

Edward Robins clapped his hands backstage, smiling that stupid cheesy smile. "Jace! So glad you could make it, buddy!" He clapped Jace on the shoulder. "And you Clarissa Fray, the most beautiful of them all. Ooh, and a number three?"

I had to restrain myself from dropping my jaw. Edward smiled. "I saw you in the doctor's office, dear. I'm sad you didn't say hello."

Jace pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in deeply and holding his breath. I didn't know if he was blaming me, or not, but he was blaming someone.

"Showtime!" a counter called, and Robins smiled, walking out onto the stage, the crowd in an uproar.

"Hello, hello, and hello to you too! Today, we have two special guests, Clary Fray and Jace Lightwood! And the third."

He threw a wink and I groaned before putting on a smile and walking onto the stage. The crowd went up into an even louder uproar and Jace flung his arm around me, pulling me into his side.

"So," Robins said, "These two lovebirds have a little surprise for us…you want to tell 'em?"

My chest tightened and I looked at Jace, trying to mask my emotions, but let the panic out through my eyes.

"No," Jace said, "You can."

"So," Edward said, his focus directly on the crowd. The little T.V monitors zoomed in on all of our faces one at a time before going back to Mr. Interrogator. "You know the third? Well it's in Miss Fray's stomach."

It was complete silence, and I forced myself not to run off the stage and throw up. Then, the crowd all squealed, girls turning to one another and waving their hands in front of their faces, like they were crying. The tension was still one hundred percent in my body and Jace started rubbing soothing circles into the middle of my back, but his body was rigid as well.

The rest of the interview went on smoothly, but I wanted to smack Robins so hard whenever he brought up Jace's and mine sex life.

"So," Robins said, "We all know Jace was pretty busy during your break up, but what about you Miss Fray? Is Jace the reason for your pregnancy or is some other lucky guy?"

"Jace," I replied, my fist clenching and unclenching behind the chair. "I did not have sex over our break."

The screen flashed and an image came up of Simon and me. "Yeah, sure." He threw a wink to the audience and they all laughed. "Who's this lucky guy?"

"Simon Lewis," I said, almost through gritted teeth but managed to keep the smile on my face. "He's my best friend, and is already known that he's dating Isabelle Lightwood."

He shut up after that, and finally, like school children, he dismissed us.

As soon as we walked backstage and another celebrity came on, I whispered in Jace's ear, "We are never doing this guy again."

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