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Previously: You want to know why I'm angry Jace? Maybe its because after years of searching I finally found you," Clary paused, choking back tears. "And I would never have though that Jonathan herondale, who used to protect me would turn out to be such a dick."

Jace froze where he was, unable to process what she just said. He whirled around a moment later, to find her retreating back, down the stairs and out of the house, the door slamming behind her.

Jace kicked into action, taking off down the hall, flying down the stairs and out the door. He caught a flash of red hair, on the path just leaving the front of his house. He ran down the path, running in front of Clary and placing his hands on her shoulders to keep her there.

Clary had tears streaming down her face, and as Jace looked in her eyes, he couldn't help but wander how he had missed her; those emerald green eyes haunted his dreams for years.

"Clarissa-Clare? Is it really…" Jace trailed off, looking her in the eye. Before he realized what was happening she flung her arms around his neck and jumped into his arms. Jace's arms slid around her waist, pulling her close and the pair stayed there, for a long time just hugging, letting all their emotions release into the hug. After what felt like an eternity Jace gently pulled away, clearing his throat in an effort not to cry.

"Clary, I cant believe. I searched for years for you. Years." Jace voice broke at the end of his sentence.

"Me to." Clary said through her tears.

"Clare I just." Neither of them could even begin to comprehend what had happened, what this revelation would do to change their lives. Jace encased Clary in a hug again, his arms hooking through her's and hugging her tightly, while hers went around Jace's waist. Jace rested his head on her head, not allowing himself to fully believe that Clary-his Clare was actually here. He felt her arms tighten around him, momentarily.

"Jace," Clary muttered out and Jace felt her begin to fall. Jace freaked out for a moment, before realizing that this revelation must've have stressed her out; for better or worse he didn't know but he quickly picked her up bridal style and walked back towards his house, surprised when the door flew open with a bang.

"Jace, freaking Lightwood," Jessamine yelled, "You leave me in the middle of sex, to go have a cute little D and M with Fray? Freaky Fray who has all these panic attacks and shit? And then you don't even tell me anything, but take Clary in, what up to your bedroom!"

"Jessamine-"

"No, don't give me any- it didn't feel right, we wouldn't have worked, or any of that kind of crap."

Jace blinked. "No I was going to say Im sorry for leading you on but get the hell out of my house."

"So now your just getting me out so you can get it on with Fray!"

"No, Jessamine, she passed out and I'm putting her in the guest room and looking after her."

"So your going to rape her? That's lovely Jace. Humiliate her pathetic life even more, although I would consider that a low, even from you based on the stories I've heard."

Jace closed his eyes, trying to block out the rage he was harboring. "Jessamine. Get out." He said slowly but surely, to ensure that Jessamine would get the message. Jessamine flashed a wicked smile. "Just wait till this gets out at school Jace. Not so popular anymore will you be."

"That hardly makes sense jess, and you wont have any proof, especially cause there wont be any because that's not happening!" Jace snapped, furious at what she was implying.

Jessamine grinned and slowly crawled her hand up Jace's chest, reaching up to brush her lips against his ear.

"But this is my school, Jace. They listen to me." Jace rolled his eyes at that pathetic attempt to have sex with him.

"Wait, Jessamine let me guess! You will give me two options-"

"Yeah but you-"

"Wait, wait. Lets see. I sleep with you, and you don't spread this crap and untrue rumor, or I don't sleep with you and you do spread this crap and untrue rumor. And then you'll glare at me, or get all seductive and shit, and tell me I have to choose, yes?"

Jessamine stammered. "Pathetic Jess, pathetic. Now I'm going to go, get out, now." Jace glared at her and pushed past her, slamming the door behind him. He made his way carefully up the stairs, accidentally bumping Clary's head on the railing. He winced, and continued up, taking much more care. He made it to the spare room and gently pushed the door open, pulling back the doona and carefully placing Clary down and pulling the doona over her small form.

He sat down beside her bed and brushed the hair out of her face, carefully kissing her forehead before retreating out of the room. He closed the door quietly, and turned to walk away only to run smack bang into Izzy.

"Woah, Iz. Whats up?"

"What on earth did you do to Clary?"

"She passed out so I put her in the spare room."

"Oh. Is she ok?"

"Shes not hurt or anything if that's what you mean."

"Okay."

"Yep right, Im going to go call Jon."

Izzy snorted. "Have fun with that one bro."

Jace flicked the side of her head and made his way to his room, at the end of the hall. He scowled at the sight of his bed sheets all rumpled, and cringed at what would have happened. He was glad they didn't get a chance; Jessamine was a bitch, and Jace knew she would be the clingy type. Hesitantly, Jace grabbed his iPhone and found Jon's contact, his thumb hesitating over the call button before hitting it, the dial tone echoing around the room. Jace picked up the phone and placed it against his ear, half hoping and half dreading the thought of Jon picking up.

"Hello?" Jon's rough voice cut through his thoughts. Jace cleared his throat.

"Uh, hi. Jon."

"Jace?"

"Yes."

"What do you want."

"Thought I should tell you that your sister passed out."

"What!" Jon exploded. "What the hell did you do this time!?"

"Nothing I swear, I think she may have been even more stressed about-" Jace cut off, unsure the extent of Jon's knowledge of him. Did Clary want him to know? Did Clary want to tell him?

"About what?"

"Uh-" For once in his life, Jace found himself tounge-tied. "Well I was talking to her."

"And, what did you say Jace?" Jon asked annoyed.

"I uh, asked her to go out with me." Jace blurted out, being the first thing he could think of.

"Your kidding right?" Jon voice now tinged with a hard edge.

"Nope."

"Jace this better be some bullcrap practical joke."

"Nope."

"There is no way in hell that your going to date my sister.

"Theres no way in hell that you can stop me."

"Jace I swear when I next see you I'm going to kill you. Im coming to get Clary."

"Are you sure? I mean, shes probably asleep now and it would be bad to disturb her. And she can just stay in our guest room no problems."

Jon hesitated. "I know but, Jace if its true your two are now dating, and no way in hell is she sleeping over at her boyfriends house."

"Shes not staying at her boyfriends house shes staying at her best friends house."

"Damn straight. Now, are you sure about Clary staying at your house?"

"Jon, its not like Ill be going in to her room."

"Hell you'd better stay out of it or I swear," Jon growled.

"Dude, chill. Shes unconscious at the moment anyway. That would be creepy."

Jon hesitated,"Fine. But if I hear see or even think that you've gone into her room I will literally kill you do you understand? NO joke Jace I am fucking serious man. I will smash you when I see you but for now this is it."

"Whatever, I have to go."

"Jace stay out of her room I mean it."

"Yes yes whatever goodbye."

Jace hung up and held his head in his hands, trying to come to terms with everything. He was fake dating Clary. Jon was going to kill him. Clary was his Clare. His childhood, every bad thing that ever happened, Clare had been there for him. He swung his legs onto his bed and lay down, desperate to get to sleep where he could forget for a few fell asleep, only to be waken 4 hours later, woken from screaming. Jace scrambled out of bed, somehow knowing where the screaming was coming from. He ran out of his room and turned into the guest room, where the screaming was changing into strangled gasps and sobs.

"Clary! Clary its ok, it was just a dream!"

Clary looked at Jace, and gasped. "Jace, oh my god, its real. You're really him. Ive really found you." Jace stood beside the bed, as she sat up against the headboard and let tears fall silently. Tentatively, Jace took a step forward and sat on the edge of her bed, lifting an arm to rub soothing circles on her shoulder.

"Clare, of course I'm real. I'm not going anywhere." Clary gently tugged his arm towards her, and once he was sitting snuggled in next to him. Jace placed his arm around her waist, her head falling to his chest. They sat there in silence, both contemplating how to voice their thoughts.

"It was always you."

"Hmm?"

"Dreams. They were always you being killed, tortured, hurt, thrown into the cell. Almost always. And I could never help."

Jace swallowed thickly. "Clare, mine were the same; except you were thrown in. And-"

"And what?" Jace choked back tears, not allowing himself to cry but failing. Tears fell and he tried to block out the nightmares that haunted him since he had found out.

"I hurt-"

"Jace?"

"No uh, I, don't worry. I'll tell you another time." Clary looked up confused, but decided to let it go.

"Jace, what uh. What happened that night?"

Jace went silent the night coming back to him, rushing through his head. "My officer. Was shot and told me to run. I ran. IN the wrong direction." Clary nodded, absentmindedly drawing lines along his chest, which remained bare from when he had fallen asleep.

"I searched for years for you, but no one ever registered 'Jonathan Herondale'. Never, I never knew if you survived or not."

"Yes, Clarissa Fairchild never registered anywhere either. Protection agency?"

Clary nodded numbly. "Jace did you-" Clary took a deep breath, "ever find out why we were taken?"

Jace hesitated, his mind turning at a million miles per hour. "Oh, uh, um, I-no. No I didn't. Did you ever?"

"No, mum might've but she never said anything."

Together they lapsed into a comfortable silence. "Jace, do you ever-get panic attacks?"

"Yes, I used to, but I um found my own way of blocking them out," Jace said grimacing.

"What?" Clary whispered, almost afraid of the answer.

"Clare, you know."

"Jace-"

"I slept around." Jace said roughly.

"So you just used girls?"

"Clare, I never. I never just used them; they knew what they would get. They knew."

"Jace it doesn't change-"

"Clare. Please, I know. But it was my only escape. When we got out," Jace gulped,"I discovered that my parents. Died in a car crash. Like 10 months prior to our escape."

"Oh Jace, Im so-" Clary caught herself, knowing Jace hated people saying that they're sorry. "Jace, so that means you're…" Clary trailed off.

"Adopted, yes. I cant talk to any of them, because they don't truly understand. My social worker, apparently told them I had a troubled past, that I had been kidnapped or something, but that I would have to tell them in my own time."

"They don't know?"

"They know the basics, and enough to know not to ask me."

"Oh." Clary said nothing else, just remained silent knowing that was all Jace needed in that moment. Jace took a deep breath, deciding to try and lighten the mood.

"Hey Clare?"

"Hmm?"

"I might've um,"

"Might've what?"

"Well I may have told Jon that you uh," Jace cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well that we're dating."

"What?" Clary said, disbelieving.

"You heard me."

"Jace why the hell would you do that!?"

"I thought it would be funny although I never anticipated the death threats, that's for sure."

Clary couldn't help but laugh, and once she started she couldn't stop. "He is literally going to kill you Jace."

"Your not going to stop him?" Jace asked, half joking half serious.

Clary pretended to think. "Maybe?"

"Maybe? Well that's not good enough, I guess ill have to convince you."

"And how are you going to-" Clary shrieked as Jace threw her so she was laying flat on the bed, jumping on top of her and leaning over so his breath tickled her ear. "DO you really want to know?" he whispered. Clary tried pushing him off, but before he would budge he began attacking her; with tickles. Clary shrieked and squirmed around underneath him trying to escape but to no prevail.

"Jace-let me go!" she gasped out. Jace stilled, leaning up, so he was just straddling her.

"What do you say Clary?"

"Fine, I'll stop him from killing you."

"Good girl," Jace said smugly, allowing Clary to push him off of her. He rolled to the side onto his back, and the pair lay there staring up at the ceiling.

"So Jace, is there a reason that Jon now thinks we're dating, or did you just feel the urge to annoy the hell out of Jon?"

"No I uh. Of course I rang him when you passed out, and he asked what I said to make you pass out."

"So naturally you-"

"Said I asked you out. Yeah."

"Right."

"Well I wasn't sure if you were going to tell Jon, or if you were going to wait, and I knew that either way it was your decision, so I just blurted out the first thing I thought of."

"Okay then."

They lay in silence, listening to each others breaths in the silent room.

"Jace?"

"Yes?"

"Thankyou."

Time skip

Jace woke up, surprised to find himself still in the guest room, Clary tucked into his side. He yawned and carefully sat up, looking out the window to guess it was around 5:45. He lay back down, closing his eyes for just a minute.

Jace woke up again, to a gentle knock on the door.

"Clary? Are you awake? Its time for school," Izzy called softly from outside the door. Jace sat up in a panic, thumping Clary's shoulder to wake her up. She slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to smile at Jace before noticing the panicked look on his face.

'Izzy!' he mouthed pointing towards the door. Clary jumped up in alarm, quickly crossing to the door. She took a deep breath and peeked her head out to find Izzy standing there.

"Hey Iz."

"Morning Clary! Its 7:00, we have to leave at 8:00, showers directly across from you, next to Jace's room. Speaking of Jace, I have to go wake the little shit up, he should know when he has to get up. She began to cross the hall towards Jace's room.

"Wait!" Clary called.

"Yes?" Izzy whirled around.

"Um, can I wake him up?"

"Why?"

"Because I uh-"

"Oh god, you want to see him shirtless don't you. God, that boy has taken more of my friends virginities than I can count; seriously Clary, you don't want to go there."

Clary bit her lip. "No, I want to wake him to say thank you for taking me inside."

"How do you know it was him?" Izzy said, raising an eyebrow.

"He's the last person I remember talking to. Come on Iz, it'll be fun. Nothing says thank you like a big prank!"

"Uh fine," Izzy huffed.

"Yay! Iz, can you go get- a bucket of icy water?"

Izzy grinned. "Sure, I like the way you think." Clary nodded warily, making sure Izzy had disappeared before gesturing Jace to come.

"A bucket of icy water!" Jace hissed.

"Im sorry, I cant think under pressure!"

"Obviously," Jace scoffed.

"Oh yeah like you can talk Mr. Me-and-Clary-are-now-dating."

Jace glared at Clary, before zapping her sides, causing her to crash into the wall squirming, and Jace retreated into his room with his laughter echoing in Clary's ears. Izzy returned with a green bucket filled with ice, water filling the gaps in.

"Lets do this," Clary whispered wanting to get him back for tickling. They slowly opened his door and walked in, and Clary noticed he seemed to be fighting a smirk back. She carefully jumped onto his bed, her feet either side of his body poised to strike. Izzy carefully handed Clary the bucket and just as she went to tip it, Jace jumped up, pushing her down on the bed and drenched Clary in the water. Clary swatted at Jace who was again straddling Clary, who was also gasping and trying to wiggle away from the water.

"Jace, what the hell!"

"Clary, please, you too should learn to be quiet when you plan a prank. It was all too easy."

"Whatever," Clary grumbled pushing Jace away and standing up, making her way back to a laughing Izzy by the door. She stalked through the door, Izzy and Jaces laughter following her down the hall. Just as she turned to her room, she was yanked by Izzy into her Izzys room.

"You need clothes babe. What do you want to wear?"

"Jeans and a tee shirt?" Clary asked hopefully.

Izzy laughed, "Yes because I'm going to allow you that. No you need," Izzy trailed off as she poked through her wardrobe, finally emerging with a black short sundress.

"Izzy, no way."

"Yes Clary, come on. Its really warm today, you'll look like a babe in it and its really comfortable."

Clary bit her lip. It was really pretty, and it was a warm day. "Fine. I'll try it, but if I do choose it I'm wearing my converse."

"Yes I know. That's what I paired it with anyway."

Clary nodded and walked into the bathroom, having a quick shower without washing her hair and slipped the dress on. It fell to mid thigh and had thin spaghetti straps. The actual dress was a mix between cotton and patterned cutouts, which showed her pale skin beneath, but it looked nice and certainly not slutty or anything. Clary put her hair in a messy bun and exited the bathroom, returning to Izzys room where she hesitantly stood in the doorway.

"Clary! You look gorgeous! That's amazing on you. You know what? Keep it, I never wore it anyway."

"Iz, no way its-"

"Like $10, which I got from a surfshop sale. Seriously keep it, it was too short on me anyway. Now makeup?"

"Just mascara, chuck it here."

Izzy passed her the small tube of mascara and Clary sat down in front of the mirror in Izzy's room, applying it to her eyes carefully. She recapped it and chucked it back to Izzy's, only just managing to avoid the flying socks. Clary unraveled them, discovering them to be black globe socks and put them on, lacing up her converse on top. Clary stood up and twirled.

"What do you think?"

"I think.." Izzy thought a moment, "Aha!" She pushed around in her cupboard, emerging with a denim jacket. "Put this on!"

Clary shrugged the jacket on, finding it to be baggy, but in a fashionable way. She grinned at Izzy through the mirror, happy with the way she looked. The pair made their way down to the kitchen, where they sat at the bench and had breakfast; muesli for Izzy, coffee and a crossoaint for Clary. They both finished and waited around for Jace to emerge.

"What takes him so long!" Clary exclaimed.

"Oh, he had to perfectly style his hair; it has to look as though its messy in the good way, but as though he wasn't trying. He spends ages perfecting it; we've been late to school because of it before." Clary laughed.

"Wheres Alec?"

"Went to drop Max off."

Finally, Jace came flying down the stairs, stuffed and apple in his mouth and rushed out the door. The girls followed, locking the door behind them and the 3 drove to school together.

"So, ladies, anything exciting at school today?"

"Nope."

"Well that's awesome, thank you so much for this quality conversation." Jace said sarcastically.

"No problem." Izzy said, taking a drink of her apple juice.

"So Clary, excited?"

"For what?"

"Telling and convincing this beautiful people of this school that we're dating." Izzy sprayed all of her juice all over the dashboard, causing Jace to swerve yelling "Watch it!"

"You're what!" she screeched.

"Dating. You know, 2 people romantically involved go out to eat, and they kiss and hold hands in public, just to make everyone around them wish to gauge their eyes out with spoons. You know."

"When!"

"Last night actually."

"Oh my gosh, Jon is going to kill you Jace!"

"Yes, everyone says that." Jace said dryly.

"Im sure it wont be that…bad.." Clary trailed off upon Jace pulling into the school, to find Jon leaning up against his car, arms crossed eyebrow raised and glaring at Jace.

Jace swallowed. "Oh, I can take him. Ea-easy."

Clary shook her head, getting out of the car and flouncing off with Izzy. Jace took his time getting out of the car, finding no way to stall any longer he got out and locked the door, walking towards the school. He pushed open the doors and stepping inside, heading directly for his locker. He got his books out for first period and left to his classroom early, sliding into his seat. Jon followed minutes later as the bell went, shooting Jace glares every minute. Jace let his attention wonder however, back to the previous evening.

After Clary had said thank you, they'd talked and talked about random, mindless things to pass time, both finding it easier with the other there. They had fallen asleep next to each other early in the morning, and Jace had never had a more peaceful sleep. Jace was brought back out of his dreams by one the other guys leaning across to him.

"Yo, Lightwood! I hear you got it on last night man." The guy whispered, unfortunately not quiet enough to exclude Jon from listening.

"What with Jessamine? Where did you hear that bull crap?"

"Nah not Jess. From Jess I heard you got it on with Frays sister. How did you manage that? We've been trying to get her for years." The guy said with a wink. Jace stood up, completely enraged that someone was thinking that about Clary, and that Jessamine spread such crap. Jace was so pissed off that he barely noticed Jon standing beside him, glaring at him, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"You are so dead Lightwood."

A/N WE'VE CRACKED 100! The support you guys show is incredible! Seriously over 100 reviews and follows! Thank you all so much, it means the world to me! SO, I would like to apologize for this chapter. It just didn't turn out the way I wanted it too, and I dont really like it but I needed to post something. Please review your thoughts about the chapter, did you guys like it or..? And also Im sorry, I'm a day late for updating, but I was pretty busy so I think I did pretty well. The next mark is 150 reviews, and ill update within 2 days! And just so you know, Clace isnt actually dating, just faking it! I think it will help lead into them really dating but comment what you think, and there is a possibility of me changing it if I think of another idea. Please continue to review/fav/follow! xx

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