Tada! Here it is ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! Clary gets some memories back, like completely detailed ones. And, just for the record, I must say that this is my favorite chapter I've yet written for this story. Don't ask me why, I just mysteriously loved writing it.And I know I haven't been putting disclaimers on my previous chapters, so since I'm so forgetful, I'm just going to put one on for the whole story.

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way shape or form Cassandra Clare. These characters are not mine, I do not own the MI series.


Later that night, after my super freaky run in with Jace, a memory came back to me. But unlike all the little tippets I've been picking up on, it was a full fledged detailed moment of my life. It was one of the most unusual things that's ever happened to me, like I was looking at myself – my former self – and nobody seemed to notice me just standing there. But it came in a dream . . .

(Start of Dream / Flashback)

For a moment there was nothing but empty darkness, but slowly laughter started to fill the air, quiet at first but slowly building. It was familiar, a males laugh that echoed like the chiming of angel's bells. A picture started forming in front of me. I was standing in the Institute library, I could see a fire crackling in the grand fireplace and snow was flowing down from the heavens outside. In the far corner of the huge room, stood a Christmas tree. The lights were sparkling brightly and at the top of the tree – instead of a traditional angel – stood a figure dressed in all black, equipped with a stele. Very funny.

Turning around I could see Jace leaning on the edge of a very fancy leather chair. There appeared to be a board game perched on the table in front of him, and when I walked over to take a closer look I could see that it was my favorite; Life. Jace seemed to be having a great time playing the game, he was laughing and smiling; something I've only had the pleasure witnessing once or twice. His golden eyes stared adoringly across to his opponent. Craning my head to see who sat at the opposite side of the table I was met with a strange site. There, laughing joyously towards the – at the time – love of her life, was Clary Fray. Me.

I looked so happy. I slowly raised my hand to my cheek trying to figure out how it would feel to smile like that, that wide, that carefree. I couldn't remember.

"No way! I'm not going to pay you that much for getting knocked up!" the exclamation came from Jace, who – despite the shouting – seemed anything but actually angry.

I – I mean, past me – laughed once again, "Too bad, so sad. That's the rules, pay up mister."

She held her hand out expectedly.

And, while grumbling, Jace did as she said and roughly put the money into her waiting palm, "Alright whatever, just spin."

Clary smiled, "My pleasure."

She reached out towards the spinner, ready to make her move. But just when her hand touched the tip, Jace's hand covered hers with his own.

Clary looked up, surprised by the sudden movement.

"I love you," Jace whispered. My breath hitched, nobody – I mean a boy – has ever said that to me. Well, not that I can remember.

"Yeah, I guess you're okay too," she shrugged indifferently.

"Uh-huh, you guess," Jace smirked.

They preceded their game, occasionally Jace would complain about the ridiculousness of the rules, but mostly he laughed. He laughed like there was no tomorrow, no worries. I tried my hardest to remember this moment, to have some sort of snap of recognition in my memory, but nothing came. It felt like I was watching a really cheesy chick flick. But right then, I decided. I decided that I would try with Jace. I would try to make it work. Who knows? Maybe my memory would come back and we could continue where we left off.

But then the thought hit me; What if I died before then? What if this thing kills me before I get a chance to get my memory back? Before I get a chance to make it right with Jace.

But I let the thought slip, Magnus wouldn't let that happen, he'll find a cure. Right?

While I was thinking about all these things, I didn't even notice that the setting had changed. Where there once was the library at the Institute now stood a kitchen, quaint and small, but still nice. I immediately recognized the people seated at the table that was nestled right in the middle of the kitchen. It was the red haired women that visited me, Jocelyn and her husband Luke. But sitting there with them was another red head; me.

Once again, I thought of how strange it is looking at myself as if it was a mirror. Though their lips were moving, I couldn't here a single sound. It was almost as if someone had pressed the giant mute button in my brain. But even without the sound, I could tell they were laughing, including me. I walked in a complete circle, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings. On the marble counters there lay picture frame after picture frame, each containing there own memories.

Many of them had all three of us smiling at the camera. One was a wedding photo, in which Jocelyn styled an elegant but simple white gown. Another was of the two of us, we were smiling and holding each other in a huge hug. The picture appeared to have been taken in Central Park. In writing so small I almost missed it, was a caption in scripted at the bottom. It read, "Nothing like mother-daughter bonding."

I couldn't help it, I screamed. Luckily, the laughing family showed no sign that they heard me.

She was my mother. I was right all along.

But then is Luke my father? Why had they gotten married so late if he was? I don't get it! I just wanted to shriek at someone for answers but no one would ever tell me anything!

Not wanting to stay here a second longer but not knowing how to get out of this place, I curled up on the floor and closed my eyes. Maybe when I open them all this will go away, I thought.

And it did.

(End of Dream / Flashback)

I bolted up in bed, sweating. It took me no less then three seconds to realize I wasn't alone – mainly because it took him no less then three seconds to make himself known.

"Good to know you're awake," Magnus greeted while pressing a cold, damp towel to my forehead.

"Yeah, well I had the weirdest dream ever," I said. He delicately raised his eyebrows at me, questioning. I then proceeded to tell him everything that happened, all I saw.

At the end I couldn't help but ask, "So are these memories or something I made up?"

"Oh no, they're memories all right," Magnus nodded. I couldn't decide if that was good or bad.

He continued, "You're beginning to remember, Clary. This is great news, but on the other hand . . ."

Magnus hesitated, looking like he didn't really want to finish his thought. But I knew, I knew where he was going with that, so I nodded, "I might not make it long enough to remember completely."

Magnus shook his head, "Don't think like that, Clary. I told this is easy to fix when spotted, now drink your medicine."

I didn't have the courage to say what I was thinking, but not when spotted too late.

He roughly handed me the medal cylinder cup that held the file but life saving medicine. To be honest with you, it tasted like elephant pee.

I quietly took the cup from his grasp, but while I was bringing it up to my lips, my throat tickled. Leaning away from Magnus, I coughed into my elbow like a lady. But sadly, when I brought my elbow away, there were traces of blood left of it. I didn't panic or go into a nervous break down like I had the first few times it happened. I just glanced up at Magnus and shrugged. But he seemed way more concerned, his face staring openly at the blood slowly trailing from my elbow, down my air, and landing on the golden bed spread that I lay on.

Golden, I thought, Jace.


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Also, I don't think I ever said thank you to you fellow readers for being so supportive to me about my loss. It means a lot to know that you guys care. But, on another note, just so you know, I am a girl. There have been some questions because my best friend was a guy. Just putting that out there so there's no more confusion.