AN: Sorry this took awhile... I started reading the Percy Jackson series (If you haven't read them, then read them -- they are sooo good!) and by reading I mean, all I've been doing is going to school, eating, reading, and maybe sleeping. Yeah.. I get kinda obsessed.
Anyways.... Here's the 9th chapter! Remember to review :D
Unless I have somehow morphed into Cassandra Clare, I'm not her. And I don't have awesome morphtastic powers. So, in case you didn't get that, I'm not Cassandra Clare.
Clary woke up on her own, when sunlight began streaming through her window. She groaned and sat up, glancing at her clock. It was 9 am. Wow. They'd let her sleep. Clary wondered if Jace had anything to do with that. Thinking about last night, she groaned again. She had been so...needy. She had needed him next to her before she felt safe. It was weird. And very, very embarrassing.
Clary got out of bed, took a shower, dressed, and headed down the hall. She heard music emanating from a room. Poking her head in through the open doorway, Clary recognized the room from her dream. At the piano bench sat Jace, his head thrown back, eyes closed, as his fingers traveled the keys so quickly they were blurs to Clary. The song was beautiful; it was melancholy but sweet, a slow tempo but fast notes; it was perfect.
She walked as quietly as she could towards him so she didn't disturb him. Despite her efforts, he looked around as soon as she took a step. The music didn't stop even though he looked away, though she supposed he hadn't been looking to start with. When he saw her, his lips broke into a huge smile and his eyes lit up. He was actually glad to see her. Even after she completely freaked out last night.
"Clary! What're you doing here?" he called from the piano bench, his fingers not ceasing their journeys.
"I woke up and I heard someone playing, so I came to see," she murmured.
"C'mere." Jace motioned with his head that she should join him on the bench. Clary walked quietly to his side and sat down hesitantly next to him while still trying to allow his arms room to maneuver. Jace grinned.
"You don't have to be so careful. I don't bite. Much." He smirked at her. Something about his expression made her blush. His smirk grew more pronounced. Clary noted that the music still hadn't stopped.
"How do you do that?" she asked in amazement.
"Do what?"
"Keep your concentration enough to play and talk at the same time." He shrugged.
"I'm perfect. What can I say?" She rolled her eyes and stood up. She walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Jace called conversationally from the piano.
"I'm starving. I'm going to get something to eat. See you later," she called to him, wondering if he would follow her. He didn't get up from the piano but laughed at something. Clary left the music room and then realized that she had no idea how to get anywhere in this labyrinth. Clary went back in the room to find Jace laughing quietly at the piano, still playing. Wow.
"Jace," she called to him from the doorway. He finally stopped the beautiful song and turned around.
"Back already? That was quick." He smirked at her.
"Will you show me where the kitchen is?" He appeared to consider her request.
"Nope." He turned back to the piano and resumed his perfect song. She stared, open mouthed at his back.
"No? Why not?"
"You have to ask nicely." Clary could hear the smile in his voice. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Please?"
"Please, what?" Clary sighed again.
"Please show me where the kitchen is." Clary figured she'd probably eat quicker if she played along to his game.
"Okay." He rose fluidly from the piano bench. His movements were so graceful it was almost scary. He was like a lion about to pounce its prey. Except for the cheery smile on his face as he reached for her hand. Yeah. Lions didn't usually do that.
Clary left her hand limp at her side and let Jace take it. The warmth flowing from his long fingers made her hand feel tingly as they held hands for the first time. Well, for her it was the first time. It wasn't new to him, she suspected. They probably held hands every day.
Jace guided them effortlessly to the kitchen, and it ended up being only a few turns. Jace swept the room with his eyes, and sighed when he noticed no one was there.
"Thank God," he muttered under his breath.
"What?" Clary asked him and raised her eyebrows.
"Isabelle isn't cooking. It's safe to enter," he whispered.
"Is her cooking really that bad?" Jace gaped at her.
"I should let her cook you dinner for just saying that." It sounded like a threat.
"Why not?" Clary shrugged. "Let her." Jace chuckled breathlessly - his mouth was still open.
"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." Clary shrugged.
"Exactly. I don't remember, so maybe this'll help."
"Maybe it will, but what you don't remember is that you usually run from Izzy's cooking. Because it can be lethal." Clary rolled her eyes.
"Whatever," Clary said. Jace let the subject drop. Smart of him.
"So... What do you want to eat?"
I don't know if I'm that happy with this chapter... But let me know what you think with a review!! Oh, and if you have ideas for different things Jace could do with Clary to help her get her memory back, let me know! I have some ideas, but... well, ya. Review!
