O.K. so I didn't get any reviews from last chapter... kinda sad about it! :*( it was my favorite and i guess you guys didn't like it so much, (huff) so here is chapter 9 hope this one is better then...Oh! if you haven't checked out the new stroy I posted "Don't Cry" plz do! let me know what you think!

I do NOT own any of these characters, any and all references to the books belongs to the WONDERFUL and AMAZING Cassandra Clare! However the creative idea for the story is mine and any and all changes or references to it must go through me.

Chapter 9

The woman Jace introduced as Camille eyed Clary suspiciously. She was beautiful with pale skin matching her curly blond hair and light green eyes. She lowered her arm slowly and ashed the cigarette she had been holding between her fingers and smiled. Clary could tell it was forced. Did she really have to compete with EVERY girl on the planet when it came to Jace? The man with the Spanish accent sat across from her with his arms crossed over the table. He eyed Clary the same way Jace did. Gross! It was sexy coming from Jace but not him.

"You hungry carrot top?" Camille asked and put out her cigarette. She lifted herself out of her chair and offered it to Clary while she rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator. Jace helped her into the chair and took a seat next to her making sure he was in between her and Raphael. Camille was heating a plate of food in the microwave tapping her nails on the counter. Clary hated that noise.

"So pretty girl, how's the arm?"

"Fine I guess," Clary answered with a quick look at Jace. He shook his head like he knew something was going to happen.

"Hermosa y fuerte…me gusta," Raphael said to Jace.

"Si, solo mantener las manos quietas Raph," Jace said. He spoke Spanish? And Clary couldn't tell but it seemed like a threat! What the hell did he say?

"Eat up hun, you got a long drive comin up," Camille said planting a plate full of spaghetti in front of her. She pointed at Raphael and said, "I'll let Jace break your fucking arms off if you keep your shit up."

Jace was in mid sip when he choked trying to stifle a laugh. Raphael pouted in his corner and slunk into his chair. Clary eyed the food trying to decide if she should really eat it but if it wasn't safe wouldn't Jace tell her? Of course he would. Clary took the fork and twirled the noodles around it. It smelled so good it made her stomach rumble in anticipation. Clary took the first bite and savored the taste of the sauce on her tongue. It felt like ages since she had a solid meal. Clary laughed to herself as she ate and watched the three of them bicker and pick on one another. Kind of like high school kids. She missed that. She found herself missing a lot of things already. Simon mostly but she missed Izzy too, even if she was the reason for that hoe bag rubbing up on Jace.

"So Raphael is it," Clary said swallowing her bite. "Were you named after the character from TMNT?"

"Que Dice?"

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" she explained.

"Que es eso?" he asked Jace.

Jace snickered, "it's a cartoon about mutated turtles that were taught how to be ninja's by a giant mutant rat in the sewers on New York."

"Ah, Lo siento pero No!" he shook his head.

"Too bad, Raphael was my favorite character," she said stuffing in more spaghetti.

"Don't bate him Cherry. It'll just make him worse," Jace said smirking.

"Jace," Camille said standing firmly with her hands at her sides. "We have a small house ready for you outside Jersey City. You should be safe there.

"Thanks Cami. I owe you one."

"You owe me for last time too," she pointed at him.

He lifted his hands above his head and nodded, "I know, I know." This Camille chick was no one to mess with. She had attitude that far surpassed Izzy, which was a huge accomplishment in Clary's mind. She finished her meal and Camille took the plate away and washed it quickly. After eating she felt better but still something was missing…a shower. GOD she probably smelled worse than a street beggar.

"Where is the bathroom?" Clary asked Camille. She pointed to the direction of the bedroom she had been asleep in with a nod. Clary thought she could stand alone with confidence now but showering was going to be difficult. She stood and headed to the back of the trailer to find her bag. It sat next to the door inside the bedroom and she knelt down digging through it to find something comfortable to wear and soap to wash with. She was still so tired. When she stood she was scared by a presence in the doorway beside her.

Jace stood with his arms crossed staring at her, "Do you need help?"

"I don't think so. Can I get these wet?" she said pointing to her arm.

"Should be fine. Cami stitched it up right away when we got here. Just make sure you dry the stitches well. I'll put new gauze on when you're done."

Clary nodded and pushed herself up with p.j.'s in hand. Jace followed to make sure she got to the bathroom O.K. Clary sat atop the toilet and sighed. She still hadn't gotten any answers and everything in her head was jumbled. He stared at her questioningly. "This shit hurts," she said pointing at her arm. She could barely move the damn thing. How did people without limbs do this? She now had a new appreciation for the handicapped. "Jace…could you," she sighed as she stood and walked over to him. "Help with my jeans?"

That devilish smirk crept onto his face and she could see the wheels spinning in his head. His hands fell from his chest landing on her hips pulling her into him. He smelled so good. She had missed his scent, sweet spices. He lifted the long shirt up just enough to show the waist of her pants and his fingers grazed the bare flesh of her abdomen. Her body shivered involuntarily as she heard the button unsnap.

"You know," he said, pulling down the zipper slowly. "Usually I get something in return when helping someone out."

Clary smirked up at him, "You will."

"Really?" he whispered bringing his face closer to hers. "So what do I get?" his hands slid under the fabric of her jeans and began pushing it down, His lips closing in on hers as he did it.

"My gratitude," she whispered before their lip met and smiled. His fingers dug into her skin and he shook his head.

"Tease."

Clary pecked his lips quickly and giggled. Jace finished his task with her jeans and left her alone to shower. She couldn't have the water as hot as she wanted it because even luke warm it stung her arm so bad it almost brought her to tears. It felt good none the less. It felt like she was washing away everything that had happened. She was still no closer to any answers than she was almost three days ago. She finished her shower and instantly felt better but still tired. She assumed they would stay here tonight so she put on a silk pair of pajama shorts and matching cami which was difficult since she could barely lift her arm but she fought through the pain.

Clary brushed her hair and teeth and examined the dark circles under her eyes. The last time she had seen those was when her mother died. Camille had done a good job with the stitches, on both sides. When the wound healed she thought the scar would be barely visible. Jace lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling with his hands planted behind his head. Shirtless…of course, only dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants. He sat up quickly when she came into the room and made her way to the bed. She pointed to her shoulder and Jace got up to retrieve the dressings from a plastic bag sitting on the floor,

Clary sat at the edge of the bed picking at her nails. Jace plopped himself behind her and gently pushed her hair aside. The skin around the wound was tender no matter how softly he touched her. He was examining Camille's work Clary guessed. She heard the crumpling of paper and the sound of tape being pulled from its roll. She peaked over her shoulder at Jace who was absorbed in his job at the moment and she smiled to herself. How much had he sacrificed for her and why?

"Jace."

"Hold that," he ordered placing the gauze pad against her skin. Clary reached back and held it in place so he could tape it.

"Jace,"

"Hmm,"

"Where's my dad?"

"Safe where no one can find him, not even me and I hid him." He laughed to himself.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Turn around," he ordered. Clary did as she was told and spun sitting cross legged in front of him. She eyed Jace hard as he put salve on the wound and tapped the padding in place over it. "I'll tell you when there isn't anyone else around."

"I thought you said we could trust them?"

"We can," he sighed. "But they aren't the only ones around. We're still surrounded by people. I'll tell you, just be patient."

"O.K. what about Isabelle?"

"What about her?" Jace's eyes narrowed on her like she was some sort of traitor.

"Why didn't she want you to help me? Why did she sound so desperate for you to stay…with her?" Then it hit her. She was so dumb! "Oh my GOD!" she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes widened and Jace's face twisted nervously. "She's in love with you…" Clary's heart sped rapidly and her palms began to sweat. This wasn't happening…Jace and Izzy? Not possible…was it?

"Who isn't," Jace said in a cocky tone.

"Be serious Jace, what the hell is going on?" She was mad now. He was dancing around this like it was a game.

"Nothing Clary, just drop it!" he growled at her getting up from the bed to throw away the gauze wrappings.

"Jace…" she yelled and turned to face him. "Just tell me!"

He stopped at the door and sighed placing his hand flat against it. He turned his head but didn't look at her, "I can't," and he was gone.

She had fallen asleep at some point while waiting for Jace to come back but he didn't. Why wouldn't he tell her about Iz? Could it be that bad? Well…if she was in love with him…YEAH it could be, but they were like brother and sister…weren't they? They weren't related by blood though so…GOD she wanted to know! Jace had told Izzy that he loved her the other night though and Izzy cried and begged and pleaded with him…Jace loves her…He loves me, she repeated it over and over in her head.

~oOo~

When Clary woke it was still dark. Jace lay next to her with his arm draped over her protectively. He looked so peaceful when he slept. It made her wonder what he dreamt about. She turned into him letting herself be surrounded by his warmth. He still hadn't put a shirt on and she couldn't resist the urge to run her fingers along the tight muscle of his abdomen. He had the best abs she had ever seen! His skin was soft and he smelled so good. She reached up and brushed the stray hair from his face and ran her finger along his cheek bone and then along his lips. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face and it made her heart speed up.

She had missed being this close, missed feeling his arms encompass her. 'I HAVE to, I love her Izzy,' that's what he said. Why didn't he say it to her though? She wanted to hear him say it to her…not to overhear him saying to someone else! Did he think she was still upset about that blond bitch? Well she kind of was…she didn't want some other bimbo making Jace feel good, she wanted to make Jace feel good…and she would! She lifted her mouth to his and let her lips skim the length of his mouth and then followed the same path with her tongue. Her fingers danced at the edge of the waist of his pants and she could feel him twitch. He was ticklish and she found that adorable.

His eyes fluttered open and Clary softly pressed her lips to his. She wanted him, wanted to feel him, to be as close as humanly possible to him. Jace's hand came up and cupped her cheek, his fingers wrapping around the back of her neck as he pulled her in kissing her more passionately than he ever had. Clary's fingers dug into the skin of his back, pulling her body flush with his. He felt so good next to her, fit so perfectly. She raised her leg and hitched it on his hip. She felt his hand leave her face and run up her leg finding the crook of her hip and pelvic bone. His fingers dug into her skin. She could already feel the bruises but she liked it.

Jace rolled himself on top of her and pulled back to look at her, searching for any sign of fear or approval maybe to keep going. Clary twisted her fingers in his hair and smiled as she smashed her lips to his hard. He was holding back, maybe waiting for her cues as to what she wanted to happen. She knew what she wanted. She had wanted it from the day they met. She wanted him, all of him. She removed her hands from his hair and placed them back at his waist, urging him to move against her. A request he was more than willing to fulfill.

He moved carefully as not to hurt her arm in some way, touched her gently letting his lips run the length of her jaw and lightly pecked the soft skin behind her ear. Who knew a gesture so small could set a fire ablaze inside her? His hand went up her shirt caressing her breast, his touch tender and careful on her. Clary's breath grew heavy and staggered. She was ready, she needed him. Her body screamed for him. Her kisses came faster and hungrier to taste more of him. There wasn't enough of his skin touching hers.

Jace kept his tempo. Was he teasing her? She hated it and loved it at the same time. His hand found the waist of her shorts and slipped underneath the silk fabric finding the exact spot she wanted him to. She gasped at his touch not expecting how it would feel, but she liked it and he stopped too soon. Jace pulled back taking Clary with him and lifting her arms over her head. She winced at the pain in her arm but he was quick and her shirt was gone.

Clary lay back down but Jace stayed on his knees peeling her shorts and panties off of her. He moved up her legs licking, nipping and kissing every inch of the way until his mouth found its destination. Clary moaned softly at first, her breathing came faster and moans louder as a euphoric feeling took over her. She never thought she would have so much appreciation for a tongue in her life but Jace's tongue was AMAZING! His name escaped her more than a few times, breathy and begging for more.

Shivers went up her spine as an incredible warm feeling swept over her. Goose bumps covered her entire body and every nerve was on hyper drive. Each peck of his lips on her stomach or nibble of the soft flesh of her breast felt a million times better than it originally had. Jace's lips met her again and she could feel the cocky smirk on his face. Obviously pleased with the response she had given.

His eyes met hers and she could see the apology in them. He repositioned himself, his elbows on either side of her head as he brushed the hair out of her face. His hands shook and she realized his breathing was staggered, was he…nervous? She felt a slow gradual burn that worsened the deeper he went. Clary swallowed hard trying to keep her breathing steady, trying to keep tears from betraying her. She was pretty sure she heard herself whimper…She had just been shot and didn't cry, why was this so different?

Jace let out a drawn out breath, like he had been holding it when she had taken all of him. He stayed, unmoving and kissed away the tears that had fallen unbeknownst to her. She hadn't even realized she had dug her fingernails into his lower back until he reached for her hands and laced his fingers with hers, bringing them over her head. Even though it hurt, her body still yearned for him to move. Finally, he did slow and careful. He didn't ask if she was O.K. and she didn't want him to. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

With each motion it hurt less and actually started to feel…good but the annoying burn was still there. She let go of his hands and pulled him closer and brought her legs higher, wrapping them around him tightly. The deeper he was the better it felt. Jace groaned into her neck and his breathing picked up, fanning over her. That warm fiery sensation came back and rolled over her in waves, attacking her over and over and over again.

She pulled his lips to hers moaning loudly, letting his name roll off her tongue. There was no better feeling than this. Instead of two separate people they were one, falling together into a vortex of bliss. Clary and Jace both moaned loudly and gasped for air. She pushed his hair from his face and kissed him lightly one last time. She didn't want this night to end. In this moment was just her and Jace and that was enough for her…forever. Nothing else mattered. There were no people trying to hurt her for whatever reason. No Isabelle's begging him to stay and no unanswered questions. It was her moment and it was perfect.

Clary fell asleep wrapped in the protection of his arms. Her dreams were filled with Jace and for once she slept peacefully. He made her feel complete, like nothing had gone wrong in her world or ever could again as long as he was there. She wouldn't allow herself to think passed this night because happiness always succumbs to fear.

~oOo~

Jace was woken early that next morning by Camille pounding on the door. "Jace, get your ass up." Ugh… could she be anymore vile? Camille was amazing but she was such a bitch! Jace looked down at the red headed beauty curled up beside him and smiled. She was perfect. He could lay there and watch her sleep all day but Camille wouldn't have that. He tried to move without waking her and he was successful with the exception of the pout that made its presence on her mouth when he was gone. She reached out for him and sighed unhappily. It made him chuckle to see it.

Jace made his way to the bathroom to shower and examined his battle scars from his night with Clary. Four claw marks on either side of his spine on his lower back. Yeah, he knew those would leave a mark but didn't care. He let the water run until it hit his preferred temperature and let it massage away as much tension as possible, which wasn't much. He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as he dried his hair with another. He sprayed on his cologne 'Joop', Cherry seemed to like it so maybe a few extra squirts.

He dressed in his usual, dark wash jeans with a white t-shirt and black steel toe boots. He strapped a gun to his ankle and tucked one in the waist of his pants behind his back. Cami and Raph sat at the table in their usual spots eating breakfast. Jace joined them at the table stealing a piece of bacon as he twisted a chair so he straddled it. Camille eyed him viciously which on any given day wasn't out of the ordinary but it wasn't normally directed at him.

"What the fuck Camille? I didn't kick your god damn cat or anything did I?" honestly it wouldn't even take that to piss this woman off.

"Nope," she popped the "P"

"Sin culo tonto, el problema es que se dan inicio a otra persona del gato," Raphael chuckled.

"I didn't kick Clary's cat. I licked it…HUGE difference!" Jace said biting off another piece of bacon. Camille huffed and glared at him murderously. "Besides, what do you ca…Fuck Camille, don't pull this shit now!"

"She deserves better than you Jace and you know it. She's a good girl. Don't ruin her like you've ruined every other girl you've come in contact with. Look at Isabelle!"

Jace's eyes narrowed on her, how dare she bring up Isabelle, like she had a fucking clue as to what really happened. "What the hell do you know about Izzy and me? Iz knew what the deal was from the start. Don't act like I'm some fucking monster because of how things ended up. I care about Isabelle more than any one of you fucks could even comprehend…"

"But it wasn't enough. Don't do that to her," Camille pointed toward the back bedroom where Clary still slept. "Clary isn't anything like us Jace. She is good and pure and she won't keep you interested. I know you."

"Not as well as you think you do. Mind your own god damn business Camille." She was wrong. Clary had kept him interested longer than anyone had before she even spoke to him. The way she could see beauty in even the most obscure things captivated him. She could see a clear picture out of the most confusing paintings in the gallery. He liked to think that's what he was, a fucked up picture that no one could see clearly but her. He had watched her eyes light up time and time again over the same painting, like she had seen it for the first time every time she walked by it. That was one of the things he loved most about her.

Camille just shook her head and left it alone, Thank god! Jace was sick of arguing with people. He knew she was right about one thing, he didn't deserve Clary but he would prove that wrong very soon. He made up a plate of eggs, bacon and toast and sauntered back to the bedroom to wake up sleeping beauty. He smiled to himself when he opened the door and saw that she had pulled the pillow he slept on to her and nuzzled her nose into it. She had such an innocence about her that roped him in every time. Jace set the plate down on the dresser and tip toed over trying to be as quiet as his clunky boots allowed. He sat down on the bed and took in the sight of her, so fragile yet so strong. He would get her through this, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

Alrighty then...ooo Clary did it! I stuggled with this one, i re-read and re-wrote so much of it. Intimate scenes are harder than i thought but i hope did alright. Review and let me know. The only way for me to know to make things better is if you tell me!

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