AN: So the 8th chapter! Wow... I hope you like it!
I don't own the characters, that's the talented Ms. Clare :)
Jace and Clary were at their regular booth at Taki's. Not that Clary was aware of this. But Jace had picked it anyways, hoping that it would bring back some memories. They had spent many dinners at Taki's to avoid Isabelle's poison. Jace was fearless when it came to demons, but when Izzy started cooking, he was out of the house like lightning. And he usually took Clary with him.
"So... You know how you know just about everything about me and I know nothing about you?" Clary started. Jace nodded, unsure where she was going.
"Um, so tell me about you... What were you like before I met you?" She grimaced. "Or while I knew you.. know you? Whatever." Jace grinned at her oddly worded question.
"Until I was ten, when I thought my father died, though he turned out to not really be my father and not dead, I lived with my father." Seeing Clary's utterly lost expression, he stopped. "Sorry. That made no sense. I lived with Valentine. I thought he was Michael Wayland--" Clary cut him off, "But I thought you said you were Lightwood...?"
"I'm getting to that. It's part of the story." Jace told her all about his dysfunctional childhood, grimacing when her expression turned sympathetic and slightly pitying. It annoyed him when people felt sorry for him. Anyways, he was over that now; especially since he had Clary. He told her about living with the Lightwoods, but thinking he was Jace Wayland. Jace explained in more detail than Maryse had given about how they met, and all of the events until the war in Idris. That was where he stopped, by this point they had both finished eating, he would've continued anyways, but she looked overwhelmed and a bit shocked.
"Wow," Clary commented. "Did that really happen?"
"Yep. It all happened. And you were there. At least for the end part." He shrugged. Her incredulous expression turned frustrated.
"I wish I could remember!" she said, not loudly enough to be considered a shout, but still a little too loudly for regular conversation. A few downworlders looked over.
"Shh... Don't worry about remembering; it'll all come back. It has to." His expression turned fierce. She had to remember. Clary's attention was momentarily given to the window. He followed her line of sight and noticed that it had become quite dark. And then he saw what she was staring at.
There were 3 Drevak demons in the alley next to the restaurant. He cursed. Jace always carried multiple seraph blades and daggers on his person at all times, in case something like this happened. Turning to Clary, he instructed her, "Clary. I want you to stay here. I'm going to go take care of the demons out there, but stay here. Do not go outside until I come back. Okay?" Jace prayed that her usual tendency to defy orders wouldn't bring her outside. Clary nodded numbly. She had been going out on hunts with them, but that was when she knew how to fight and knew about demons. There was no way she could help him. But he'd be fine. Drevaks were really stupid and easy to kill.
Jace raced outside, pulling out 2 seraph blades and naming them. He crept quietly to the demons; they failed to notice him until he was on top of them. He killed one before the others even turned around. The ichor sprayed off of the demon that he had stuck a seraph blade in. He yanked his blade back as the demon disappeared.
The other two faced him, their ugly bodies tensed menacingly. But he wasn't scared, not in the slightest. He merely felt the usual rush of excitement that came with killing demons. He lunged at the one on the right, and the left one stupidly stayed where it was, not bothering to attack him while he was momentarily distracted. The kill was quick, and he killed the last one just as easily. He felt a bit disappointed; that wasn't hard at all. Though it had managed to make him smell foul and be drenched in ichor. He desperately needed a shower.
He walked back into Taki's to find a very shocked-looking Clary. Her vibrant green eyes stared him down as he walked back to her.
"Hi," he said. He had no idea what to say to her. The irony did not escape him. Eloquent Jace had nothing to say.
Clary seemed to be speechless. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, without any sound actually coming out. The wait was killing Jace. Finally she spoke.
"Those were demons?" Jace confirmed that those were in fact demons.
"And you killed them?" Jace nodded.
"So where are they?"
"When you kill a demon, its body returns to its home dimension."
"Weird." Clary still looked slightly shaken. She'd seen demons for the first time - that she remembered - so he supposed she was allowed to be shaken.
"Let's go back to the Institute. I could use a shower." She slid out of the booth and followed him home.
Clary was laying on her bed reading one of the books from the library. She hoped she was allowed to take them. But it wasn't doing her much good anyways. It was taking her awhile to read even a page because her thoughts kept flicking back to the fight she had witnessed earlier. Watching Jace kill three demons single-handedly in about 2 minutes was...familiar. She wasn't sure how because that was the first time she'd ever seen a demon. From Jace's story, Clary knew that she'd seen demons before, but it wasn't like she remembered.
Clary yawned and glanced at the clock. 11:09 pm. She should probably go to sleep. Having no idea what kind of schedule Shadowhunters ran on made it kinda difficult to plan her sleep schedule. But now was as good a time as any. She turned off the light, placed her book on the table, and was asleep very quickly.
Her dream started off pleasantly.
Clary was sitting on a piano bench and was surrounded by amazingly perfect music. But she wasn't the one creating the music. No, that was Jace. He was sitting beside her on the bench, his hands gliding effortlessly over the keys. His long, slim fingers looked like they were made for reaching notes.
Somehow, in the dream, she knew that Jace had composed this song just for her, and it was perfect. She listened to him play for awhile, before she heard a growling behind her. Jace appeared not to notice, even when she tried to get his attention. The growls continued, and something lunged at Jace.
"Jace!" she shouted. But Jace remained oblivious, until the demon was on top of him. The demon's teeth ravaged at his skin. He cried out in agony, but he did nothing to fight back. The other demon launched itself at her, and she found herself unable to move.
Clary woke up screaming at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Jace awoke to a blood-curdling scream coming down the hall, in the direction of Clary's room. He immediately hopped out of bed, pulled on a shirt, grabbed a seraph blade, and ran to her room. He opened the door, glad that it wasn't locked.
He held the blade high, waiting for the sign of danger that he was sure had caused her yell.
"Clary? Are you alright?" Glancing around the room thoroughly once more, he was sure there was no danger. When she didn't answer, though, he looked at her, and saw tears streaming down her face. He walked over to the bed, and she flopped over, so her face was in the pillow. Jace sat down next to her.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly.
"Nothing," she answered, her voice thick with tears.
"Clary. I woke up to hear you screaming bloody murder, and I come in here and you're crying. Don't tell me nothing's wrong."
"It's nothing. I just had a nightmare."
"It's okay," he said softly, rubbing her back softly as she quieted her sobs. When she was done, she turned to look at him.
"Jace? Do you play the piano?" He looked at her, very surprised. And what kind of question was that?
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"It was part of my dream." Jace snorted. "So I was really that bad that you woke up screaming?" She shook her head.
"That was the good part."
"Oh." He glanced quickly at the clock. "Go back to sleep, Clary. It's early." She got a panicked look on her face.
"Don't go." So she wanted him around, even though she didn't remember him?
"I'll stay until you fall asleep." He resumed rubbing her back, and he felt her relax. She fell asleep quickly. Jace waited about 10 minutes after he was sure she was asleep, and then got up.
"Sleep well, Clary." And with that, he closed the door softly and padded silently to his room, leaving a very peaceful looking Clary.
AN: Awwww! That was sweet :) Review!!!!
