Update :) haha sorry I've been really busy with volleyball and such...I'd like to give a great thanks to the people that always review songs and let them know that all the songs are great suggestions and maybe I'll just have to start doing two at a time ;) and also a shout out to my lovely new beta Mads-hatter-15...she had some great ideas and additions...so with that...enjoy :)


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Song: Wanted by Hunter Hayes

Requested by: DreamWeaver16

You know I'd fall apart without you.

I don't know how you do what you do.

'Cause everything that don't make sense about me,

Makes sense when I'm with you.


I was physically shaking. It was only six o'clock in the morning, but I was wide awake, sprawled across the entire expanse of my bed and missing the warmth of her lying beside me; snuggled up against me under the blankets. The spot where she usually slept was cool; the darkness emphasizing the loneliness. Her mother had called her last night, and Clary had just rushed out of the dorm room without an explanation.

The air in the room was silent and still. The black abyss was like its own entity, slowly closing in on me until I was nearly suffocating in the loneliness. I heaved myself up from the bed yet again to check my closet for the Clary's gift. The shimmering object was still fully intact, and I stretched out my stiff muscles, wondering how long Clary would be gone for. Jocelyn had been sobbing through the phone, and the outburst left Clary visibly upset. She'd grabbed her jacket and keys and left before I could even offer to give her a ride.

So here I was, waking up today, of all days, alone. I'd never really considered myself the guy to do something special for a girl, mostly because with my cocky attitude and easily bored behavior, my relationships never lasted that long. But I'd gone all out this year, done everything I could think of to make this day special, and she wasn't here. I woke up my cell and checked my text messages. There wasn't one. I pressed the sleep button again and trotted out to the kitchen, running my hands through my thick, blond tendrils. It was nothing compared to when Clary wove her fingers through my hair.

I filled a glass of water, unsatisfied by the cool feeling of it against my tongue. The only thing I wanted to taste was her. I wanted her lips on mine. I wanted her safely inside my arms. I wanted her to be here. Now. Alec was with Magnus, and the apartment was completely deserted. There were no demon alerts, and there was nothing on television this early. I dumped my unfinished water down the sink and began to clean the entire living area with the OCD-likeness I used in my bedroom. There was not much to do, so when I finally finished, I dragged my sorry self back to my bedroom and crawled beneath the covers, forcing my eyelids to stay open until she walked through the door.

I couldn't get my mind away from the fact that she might not like my gift. She was my everything, my reason for living, and all I wanted to do was please her. All the confusion of my past, all the hurt and the agony, disappeared when I looked into the jewel depths of her emerald eyes. She was my addiction. I wanted her every second of every day for as long as I lived. She resided inside me, and even if I wanted to, I don't believe that I could dispel the redhead from my heart or my mind. I pulled her pillow against me and inhaled the scent of strawberry that lingered on the fabric. She was complete and utter perfection. She was everything that I had ever dreamed of. And she was all I'd ever need. I just hoped that what I was planning for today would let her know that.

Finally, around nine-thirty, I heard a key click in the doorway. There was the slightest creak as the door moved on its hinges and footsteps echoed through the apartment. "Jace?" a soft, familiar voice inquired, sending butterflies hurtling through my stomach. This was it. I heard her approach my room, and I met her halfway, sweeping her up into my arms and peppering her mussed curls with feather-light kisses.

The fabric of her jacket was cold against my bare chest, and her icy fingers traced the hard lines of scars that dotted my skin. Her small body was shivering, and I pulled her down onto the bed with me, wrapping the covers up around both of our bodies. "Baby…" I murmured, brushing the hair from her red-rimmed eyes. She sniffled involuntarily and buried her face in the crook of my shoulder.

"She's taking it really hard, Jace," she whispered. "I thought that…you know, maybe with Luke, the pain of losing my, my…Valentine"—I subtly noted that she no longer called him her father—"wouldn't hurt so much." I made quiet shushing noises as Clary continued to sniffle into my warm skin. After a moment of quiet, Clary looked up with bloodshot eyes. "I don't want to deal with this right now."

I sighed gently and kissed her temple. "You don't have to, Morgen. I have something planned for today." My heart leapt in my chest when she didn't speak right away. "I mean, if you're up for it." I heard her soft giggle as she sat up in bed.

"I'd love to." I took her hand and lead her to my closet, opening the door to reveal a shimmering wall that rippled and glittered, showing the image of a backyard. I ushered for her to step through, and her eyebrows furrowed. "Jace…" she said slowly, her eyes never leaving the design before her, "are we going to Narnia?" I rolled my eyes.

"Just shut up and step in." Her answering smile was radiant as she daintily passed through the threshold, leaving me to follow behind her. I silently praised Magnus for creating a portal that actually worked. My foot landed in soft, spongy grass that had no trace of snow on it. The air was warm against my skin, and I reached for Clary's arm, tracing the rune perfectly against her skin, just in case people could actually see us. She looked at it for a second but didn't question its power as her eyes raked over the scene before her.

The sky was pure blue, that kind of hazy abyss that if you looked at it hard enough seemed to form a dome above your head. Thick, gnarled tree trunks spiraled up out of the green earth, creating a canopy above our heads, leaves whispering gently in the breeze. Nestled amongst the natural, brown branches sat a tree house. A rope ladder dangled from the deck, and the crooked structure stood proudly above the pair. "Jace…is this our—"

"Tree house? Yes." She blinked up at the walls of the building. I knew what she was doing. She was mentally tallying the years since the tree house had been blown out of the tree in a storm, and I just smiled at her, counting on her fingers, because I knew that any moment, a small redhead would pop out of the entry way, doing the exact same thing.

Right on cue, Clary's five-year-old self emerged from the tree house. She wore a bright green jumper and had her curly hair contained in two, precise pigtails. Her cheeks were pink and her bare feet were blackened with dirt, but the smile on her face showed that she didn't have a care in the world. "Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, SixFiveFourThreeTwoOne," she counted, ticking the seconds off on her fingers. "Here I come, Jace!" she yelled, her chubby little legs crawling down the ladder as fast as they would take her.

I turned and looked pointedly at a gaping Clary. "So that's how you always won…cheater." Clary blinked dazedly and slowly turned toward me. The giggling little girl ran around the small, wooded area, arms outstretched as she searched for the boy.

"Jace…I'm gunna getcha!" she squealed, peering around a tree trunk as a blond boy crept up behind her, following closely behind. "Where are you?" she questioned allowed, ducking behind a bush. I smirked, casting a sidelong glance at Clary. I remembered this part and judging by her watery eyes, she did, too.

When the redhead's face appeared from behind the bush, Jace jumped out and yelled, "Boo!" The little girl's eyes widened as she stumbled backward and tripped into a mud puddle. Her lip quivered as she looked at her stained dress. Young Jace's face immediately fell as he scrambled to help her out of the muck.

"My mommy's gonna be angry at me, Jace," she whimpered, wiping her hands across the wet mud to try to remove it, but only succeeding in making it worse. Jace blinked at the tearful girl before wiping a gob of mud from her pigtails and smearing it all across his shirt. He cocked his head to the side before deciding that it wasn't enough and diving headfirst into the mud puddle.

"There. Now we match." His white smile stood out prominently against his mud-covered face as he shook out his blond hair. Clary sniffled and giggled a little at their young selves.

"Jace…how did you do this?" she asked, leaning into my side as my arm automatically wove around her waist. I pressed my chin into her hair as the kids before us continued to throw handfuls of mud at each other.

"I had a little help," I said, chuckling. Clary smiled up at me and carefully wandered over toward the two children. I followed slowly, watching her drag her finger in the mud and stare wistfully into the distance.

"Do you think they know that they are going to fall in love?" she asked softly, as she traced tiny hearts in the dirt. I crouched down beside her and grinned.

"I think they are already in love." I leaned in and felt her lips softly meet mine. I was right, this was way better than the glass of water. I felt Clary pull away and opened my eyes to see her smiling sweetly at me. I stared at her quizzically before feeling cool, semisolid material sliding down my back. I glanced backward, wondering if one of the kids had missed and accidentally tossed mud at me. I turned around to see Clary grinning, a handful of mud poised above my head. A drop fell from the cracks between her fingers and slid down my nose. "Morgen," I playfully growled in warning, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Her smile merely grew as she slowly parted her hands, a plopping noise sounding as the wet earth spread onto my head. "And why not," she giggled, standing up and darting away from me. She was a quick little thing, but I was faster. I caught her around the waist and held her against me as I fell into the mud puddle. She laughed loudly as the brown soaked into her clothes and dried in her hair. "You're a meanie," she said between fits of laughter.

"And you're a cheater," I replied, smiling. The small giggles of the kids broke through to us, and we looked in their direction. The little boy had a flower in his hand, his arms raised in defeat.

"Morgen," he said in the cute, high voice every little boy has. "Let's be best friends forever." He offered the flower to the girl who took it and tucked it into her mud-encrusted locks. Present-day Clary smiled at the exchange, and I leaned over and plucked the nearest flower, placing it into her hair.

"You still wanna be best friends?" I asked, gazing into her green eyes. They shimmered in the sunlight, and she nodded slowly.

"Forever and ever," she replied at the same time the pigtail girl did. She looked over and laughed breathlessly. I pulled her close and caught her mouth with mine as she turned back toward me. I gently pried her hand from my hair to drop a small heart-shaped locket into her fingers. It was silver with Aeternus Amor written in looping cursive, copied from the way I'd write it in my own hand. Tears formed in her eyes as I turned her to clasp it around her neck. She fingered the pendant and shook her head against the wellspring of water in her eyes. "What does it mean?" Her fingers still held onto the heart as I clasped my hands around her's.

"Eternal love." I placed a soft kiss against her parted lips. "Happy Valentine's Day."


And I wanna call you mine,

Wanna hold your hand forever,

And never let you forget it.

Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted.


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