AN: Well, this one is really, really long. I probably should've made it 2 chapters, but I didn't realize it would be this long until I finished... So I hope you enjoy :)

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Characters belong to Cassandra Clare.


Jace and Clary were training. Well, it was more like Jace was knocking Clary down repeatedly. Like when he first started training her. Though after a few months, she'd been harder to knock down, and she'd even knocked him to the mat a few times. But they were back to square one.

Training was the first thing that Jace had thought of to bring back Clary's memory with her ingrained memories, so they had started right after they left the others. Maryse had made them stay for awhile so the group could tell Clary about important things. Like Valentine and what Shadowhunters are. But right when they were done, Jace had dragged Clary to the training room, not bothering to change first.

He had figured training would be a key memory. They did it twice, sometimes three times a day, so it should be welded pretty well in her mind. Or so he thought.

"Ow!" Clary hit the mat headfirst as Jace knocked her to the ground. She lifted her head and shook it, looking like she was shaking out the pain. He rolled himself off of her sideways, so she was still laying on her back, but he was on his side, facing her. He gave her a bit of space because he knew she was a bit uncomfortable being near him.

"You alright?" Jace asked, concerned. Clary let her head thump back to the mat.

"No, not really." She looked completely defeated, and it'd only been a couple of hours.

"Give me your hand," Jace commanded. She looked confused, but complied. He pulled his stele out of his pocket and drew an iratze on her hand. She jolted at first from the heat, he assumed, but when he was done she sighed and then smiled.

"Thanks. That's a ton better. What'd you do?" Jace smiled and said, "Look at it." She stared at her hand for a moment, obviously seeing the already faded white lines.

"It says something...Healing, right?" Jace's smile grew more pronounced.

"Exactly."

"How did I know that?" Clary's eyes widened, still staring at her hand.

"It's a rune. The angels' language. And you have a talent with runes," he answered.

"Ummm... What?" Clary looked lost. Jace sighed.

"The runes have meanings, they help with battle skills or heal us. They each do something different, and we draw them with steles. Runes come from the angels, so since we have angel blood in us, we can wear them and read them. We both have extra angel blood in us. In addition to Raziel's blood, we have Ithuriel's blood, too." Jace paused. "You remember what Maryse told you Valentine did to us?" Clary nodded, and Jace continued, "Well, the extra angel blood gave me physical abilities that are handy in a fight. I can jump inhumanly high, jump off a bunch of stories and not be hurt when I land, and I'm really fast. Stuff like that. You, on the other hand, can create new runes. I don't really know how you do it, but you just draw them, and know what they mean."

He took a breath, and assessed Clary's expression. She looked wary and a little confused, but she evidently believed him. He recalled when they'd first started telling her about angels and demons, and she hadn't believed him - at all. Then Isabelle had suggested that she talk to Simon. So, Clary had gone outside to where Simon was waiting, and they'd talked for about 20 minutes. Jace didn't know what Simon had said, but whatever it was, it made Clary believe them.

"Okay."

"I'm surprised," Jace said, smirking.

"About...?" Clary looked at him questioningly.

"No sarcastic comments? Or comments questioning my sanity?" Clary rolled her eyes. Even though she was trying to look nonchalant, Jace could read her face well enough that he knew she was a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Jace said.

"Nothing." The look of being uncomfortable increased.

"Liar," he snarled playfully. She bit her lip. He dropped the playfulness from his expression, "Clary. You can tell me anything." Her expression turned incredulous.

"You can't be serious. I've known you for what, two days?"

"No. We've known each other for almost a year; you just don't remember, but I do."

"That's really weird, you know." She looked slightly frustrated.

"What is?"

"That you somehow know me, and you know more about my life than I do! When I don't even know you! And it's really, really weird when someone tells you that you love someone who you don't even know. It's confusing... To know how to feel..." she trailed off. She flushed; Jace assumed she hadn't meant to say that much. He reached out to comfort her, but she leaned away from his touch. He let his arm drop, and while it did, he sighed.

"Look, I'm sorry, but--" Clary started but Jace cut her off.

"What are you apologizing for? You lost your memory! My tragic unrequited love for you is not your fault! So don't worry about it!" He dropped on his back dramatically, and covered his eyes with his arm, trying very hard not to laugh. He heard Clary scoot closer to him.

"Jace..." He took his arm off of his eyes so he could see her expression as he talked.

"Look, Clary, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and I know you are around me, but it's probably your best shot to getting your memory back," he explained, keeping his expression neutral. She, on the other hand, looked confused.

"Why?" Was she really going to make him spell it out? Judging by the way she was innocently biting her lip, he guessed that she actually didn't know the answer to her question. He didn't want her to be even more uncomfortable than she already was, but he decided honesty was a good thing. Maybe simple honesty. Not pouring your heart out honesty. No, that probably wasn't a good idea.

"Because we spend most of our time together. And most of your strong memories probably include me. Most of mine include you." He shrugged, and she turned a delicate pink.

"Oh." That seemed to be all she was inclined to say. He stood up, and she followed suit.

"I think we're done training for today. Go take a shower and change and then we can get dinner. Though eating Izzy's cooking might be a strong memory, I think you'd rather be alive." Clary smiled.

"Okay. I'll go home then, I guess." Jace cocked his head at her.

"But you live here." Clary looked extremely surprised.

"I do? Then why'd I wake up at my mom's house?"

"You live here to learn to be a Shadowhunter, but sometimes Jocelyn calls and wants you to spend the night with her. Last night just happened to be one of those nights."

"Why doesn't she live here then?"

"She and Luke want their privacy." He grinned when Clary shuddered.

"I really don't want to think about that. So, where's my room?" Jace laughed.

"Follow me," he said, and started leading the way through the familiar halls of the Institute.


Clary followed Jace as he walked down the confusing labyrinth of the Institute. Today was a weird day, Clary mused. And it had started off so normally. She'd just gone to meet Simon when the boy, Jace, had acted weirdly in the park, and then she found out that she'd lost her memory. Well, only some of it. Only the part that would have helped. The part that told her she had angel blood, that she was in love with the boy she was following through the halls, that magic was real and performed by sparkly men, that Simon was a vampire, and that these people weren't totally insane. She would much rather believe that they were insane. Jace stopped abruptly and turned, and she nearly ran into him. He chuckled softly.

"This is it. Your room." Jace gestured grandly with his arm, motioning towards a door.

"Umm, thanks. I'll see you in a bit, I guess." It was incredibly awkward talking to someone who seemed to know everything about you, including the parts that you forgot. And that loves you. When you don't know this person. At all. Incredibly awkward. But he seemed to be trying to make her feel less uncomfortable. Or maybe he's always like that. She had no idea.

She tried to open the knob, but it didn't work. She turned to Jace, who was still standing there, watching her.

"Is it locked?" she asked him. He tried the door. It wouldn't open for him either.

"Yeah."

"Well, I don't have a key. Or do I?" She started to pat her pockets in search of a key. Jace grabbed her wrists to stop her.

"No, you don't have a key. You used a locking rune. One that only opens for an opening rune as powerful as yours," he explained.

"As powerful as mine?" she questioned.

"Uh huh. Besides making new runes, your normal runes that every one else knows are extremely powerful." Weird.

"There's one problem."

"What's that?"

"I don't know how to make an opening rune," she said. Obviously.

"Well, I could show you, but I want to see if you can come up with it." He handed her a tool - a stele? Was that what he'd called it? - and continued, "Concentrate really hard on what you want to happen. Think only about opening the door. And draw whatever squiggles or lines come to mind. If you mess up, we can always get a new door." He shrugged as though this was no problem. Clary's eyes widened. Seeing her expression, Jace snickered. "Kidding!" Clary rolled her eyes.

She turned to face the door and did as Jace had asked. Open, open, open, open, she chanted over and over in her head. She stood there for a few moments, feeling like a complete idiot. I want the door to open; the door needs to open. Open, door. An organized mess of squiggles and straight lines appeared in her head. She quickly but carefully inscribed them on the door with the tool. She opened her eyes when she had copied the rune in her mind onto the door. She glanced over at Jace. He looked slightly surprised and a little confused.

"Did I do it right?" she asked.

"It looks similar to an opening rune, but a little different. See if it works," he said uncertainly. She tried the knob and it opened immediately.

"Cool, it worked. I'll see you in half an hour?" Clary nodded in agreement, and walked into the room that was hers as Jace walked silently back down the hall.

Clary took in every detail of her small room. The walls were unpainted, but they were by no means bare. They were coated in her drawings and some photographs. Most of the drawings were of Jace and her, and they were amazing. The rest were of the people she'd met today, Simon, her mom, and Luke.

There was one of Isabelle, Simon, Alec, Magnus, Jace, and Clary that was her favorite. Clary and Isabelle were in colorful dresses with makeup done beautifully, Jace, who was in all black, had his arm around Clary and she was leaning in to him. Simon stood very close to Isabelle, in a button down black shirt and jeans. Magnus and Alec were holding hands, and Magnus was wearing neon glitter, and every color of the rainbow, while Alec was in a brown sweater and jeans. They were all smiling.

The photographs were all candid shots of her with Jace. She wondered who had taken them. There were pictures of them playing in the snow, a few at what appeared to be a restaurant, and ones where they were just hanging out.

The rest of her room was neat. It was beyond neat. There were no clothes or anything at all on the floor. She wondered when she'd become so tidy. Clary had always been -- not quite a slob -- but her room was always organized chaos. She could find everything easily, but it appeared to be a mess.

Glancing at her room once more, she spotted the bathroom and realized that she desperately needed a shower. She found a towel in the bathroom, and took a long, hot shower.

After she was dry and clothed, she looked at her room once more, and noticed something that had escaped her vision in her first study. Her sketchbook was lying on her dresser.

Clary walked over to it immediately. Her sketches tended to be like a diary because she thought in pictures. So, if she looked at it, it would be her perspective, not all of the things these strangers kept telling her.

She sat on her bed, facing away from the door, and flipped slowly through her sketchbook.

A picture of Jace. He was bent over a book, reading, his golden hair falling from behind his ear.

Another picture of Jace. He was in workout clothes and was sparring with Alec. The picture was mainly black and white with splashes of color in his eyes, his hair, Alec's eyes. Jace looked amazingly graceful even in the snapshot.

A picture of Jace, surrounded by plants, looking like he was in some sort of greenhouse. He stared pensively at Clary, and she fell into the depths of his tawny fathomless eyes. Curtains of his wavy hair framed his face majestically, and his full lips were twisted into a half smile.

In all of her pictures, she drew him as an angel - divine. Just without the wings. Wow. She really did love him, or was at least insanely attracted to him.

She felt the bed move behind her, and before she could even think, her arm was behind her and her fist had connected with something hard. She turned abruptly to find Jace sitting behind her, holding his bleeding nose. Her eyes widened. How the hell had she done that? That was fifty times faster than she'd ever moved in her life.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Clary asked frantically. Jace smiled beneath the blood.

"I'm fine. And don't worry about it; it was a good hit." She looked at him incredulously. He shifted slightly, and then winced. "But, um, ow. I think you broke my nose." She gasped, and promptly started to apologize again. He held up his hand to stop her. Jace pulled out his stele from his belt and drew a healing rune on the inside of his wrist. The blood stopped immediately, and his nose righted itself.

"See? I'm fine. Though I got your bed a little bloody," he said, glancing at the comforter.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't mean to; it just happened." Clary realized how stupid that sounded. Jace smiled.

"Shadowhunter instincts. Maybe you haven't lost everything.."

"But then why did I suck at training? Or am I always like that?"

"You were like that at first, but then you got better. Not better than me though, no one is." He tilted his head up arrogantly, smirking. Clary barely paid attention to him, though. She considered what that meant.

"So, maybe I was thinking too hard. Maybe my body remembers how to be a Shadowhunter, but my mind's obsessing and it has no idea what to do. If I just--" She was cut off by Jace lunging at her. Without thinking she ducked out of his way, when he landed on her bed, she tackled him. He turned them over easily, so he had her pinned. She struggled to free herself from under him, but he trapped her.

"Maybe not," she said.

"No, this is usually what happens. Or at least it was until I taught you how to get out from a pin. But you usually don't use that method," he said, smirking. At first, she had no idea what he was talking about, but the smirk helped her realize his meaning. She bit her lip in embarrassment. His expression shifted from mocking to a carefully controlled neutral expression. Rolling off of her, Jace sat up, and pulled her to a sitting position as well.

"Oh. What are you doing here, by the way? I thought I was going to meet you before we left." She had just realized his presence was unexpected.

"As you were supposed to meet me half an hour ago, I figured I should check on you. Well, that was after I spent the last twenty minutes walking the halls, figuring you got lost, or didn't know where to meet me," he answered, his eyebrows raised slightly. She blushed slightly, embarrassed that he'd wasted that time while she'd been staring at her sketchbook.

"Sorry. I was just looking at this." She gestured to the book which had fallen onto her pillow. He reached around her and picked it up. Looking at the picture of himself, he smiled.

"Wow. I look sexy. Well, I am sexy; you just have clearer sight than most," he commented, grinning. She rolled her eyes. So he was confident. Maybe arrogant. Clary didn't know him well enough yet to tell.

"Whatever. Let's go to wherever we're going." He laughed and somehow managed to, in one fluid movement, get from his cross-legged seated position on her bed to standing next to her bed. Clary, on the other hand, took a moment, stretched, and carefully climbed off her bed.

"Come on. I want to show you Taki's."


AN: That was sooo fun to write!! I'm sorry if the Clary and Jace sounded different when it was the other's POV. Did that make any sense at all? Oh well. What I meant was that sorry if Clary sounded different when it was her POV compared to when it was Jace's POV. When I'm writing their POV, I'm trying to think like them, and I lose focus more on the other characters..

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