I AM SO FREAKING SORRY THIS IS LATE I SUUUUUCK! I hope you like this chapter at least a little- not my best work- it's hard trying to set up the things you want to but hep exult next chapter *wink wink* will be longer and beautiful. Thank you for being patient all of you are angels :P

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Chapter 10: Better Go Fabulous

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Morning light shone through the halls of the Lightwood Manor in big patches of orange and yellow. Standing outside of a guest bedroom was Izzy and Jace speculating on the predicament a certain girl was caught into.

"Speak with me one more time." Izzy whispered slowly, waiting for Jace to catch on.

"Our pregnant whatever you want to call her is drunk."

Jace shrugged, "I don't understand. So what? I bet she's drunk all the time."

Izzy drew a sharp breath struggling to keep her voice low, "That's exactly my point! YOU CAN HURT THE BABY IF YOU DRINK WHILE PREGNANT YOU IDIOT!"

Fuck, he forget about that didn't he?

"LIKE HELL I'LL RUB HER ASS WHILE SHES DRUNK. SHE WOULDN'T BE DRUNK IF YOU WEREN'T A FUCK UP." Izzy's hair was a big frizz and her face was getting red with anger.

She was hunching over with every word, so by the time she finished her rant she was more than halfway to the floor.

"What can I say, being a fuck up is one of my many talents. Just be happy I didn't rub her ass."

Izzy sighed and stood up straight massaging her temples, "How did she even get hurt anyway?"

Jace licked his chapped lips, he was getting nervous. Not about explaining how he accidentally hurt Clary, he was antsy about having to talk to her when she woke up.

He was still worried about her working at Pandemonium and figured that he would have he chance to talk her, while hungover, out of quitting for the time being.

"Time being" meaning forever.

What's the point of just leaving while you're pregnant when you are in danger even after the baby is born?

That was what Izzy lacked. She only cared for Clary so much, like only as as a father figure. Anything after was strictly friendship.

Not with Jace.

He cared for her like any boyfriend would. Not because he saw himself that way, just beach se he was tying to put himself in Alec's shoes. Right?

Jace was also worried about what she thought about him. He had said some pretty harsh things and left

marks on both ends of Clary's body.

"The Closet, I figured she might be in there so I checked. She works at the damn place why wouldn't she able to get in."

"THE Closet?" Izzy's asked. 'The Closet' was well known around that part of town, it was the the only way to get free booze. But only If you were slick enough to get into the club and into the back without getting caught.

"The one and only," Jace nodded. "She was inside, reaching for something I think, as I opened the door."

Izzy wore a confused look, her eyebrows were furrowed and lips tight. Jace continued, "And I hit her with the door." He paused. "Hard."

It was a face palm moment for everyone. Not only Jace for hitting Clary but for Izzy too. For thinking that Jace could actually find Clary and bring her back stable and unbruised.

"Don't you understand by now that Clary is like a banana, she bruises easily. She just hides it very well like how the bananas are bad at Corner Store until we get home."

Jace raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Izzy's was impossible sometimes. "That was the stupidest comparison I've ever heard, but it kinda made sense so I'll give it to you."

Izzy smiled with her mouth, not her eyes. Her eyes glimmered murder

and destruction, it made Jace shiver. "Well I'm glad you thing my analogy was funny, because at least now Clary's face will be even."

Jace's face fell, "Don't say that." He growled, "I didn't hurt her intendedly like Jonathan had."

Izzy scoffed, "I know that. But does she?"

Jace wouldn't be able to stand it if that's what Clary thought. He might not have understood the emotions he felt towards Clary, but he knew for sure that purposely injuring her, scaring her, wasn't one of them.

"Can you guys quiet or down, I'm trying to sleep." A quiet scratchy voice said from behind the wooden door. Jace and Izzy eyed each other before tackling themselves into the room, trying to get in first before the other.

When Jace successfully entered the room and locked Izzy out, he looked towards the girl. Izzy's screams of frustration were eminent through the walls.

The room was dark and mournful as Jace quietly a scuttered to the middle of the room. Which was right in front of the queen sized bed. Clary sat on the bed, head resting in her hands.

"This might be a mansion but the walls are as thin as paper. And sadly both of your voices are almost as big

as the house itself."

Clary shut her eyes and stood up off the bed slowly. It took all of

Jace to keep from helping her up.

He just moved from foot to foot in place."If you think we're loud you you should see our cousins. You don't know 'loud' until you've met them."

Clary's eyes flickered open in recognition. "You mean Aline? I wore one of her dresses a few days ago." Jace nodded. "She'll probably be coming over soon, back with Robert and Maryse I would guess."

Clary walked slowly over to Jace, watching her stance and studying her feet so that they went in front of the other. She stopped at the beginning of Jace's feet, so that her toes touched his.

His feet were huge compared to hers. Like if he tried, he could squash her in one step. She kept her eyes trained on the floor as Jace spoke.

"Do you remember what happened this morning?" He asked, she could feel his breath on her head, little strands of red hair were blown back as he talked. With the slightest touch Jace used his finger to lift her head from her chin to face him.

"Only so much," She whispered. "Up to when I was locked in the room."

A puzzled look spread across Jace's face, "You weren't locked in."Clary was taken aback. His voice was so sure, so determined, that she even doubted herself.

The pressure of Clary's skin relieved Jace's finger as she looked up at him on her own. His arm dropped to his sides. "Huh?"

"When I went in to rescue you for being stupid and getting drunk, which you're totally going to be beaten by from Izzy by the way, I just opened the door."

The singing of cicadas filled the silence of confusion while te two stood staring at eachother. "You just opened it? Nothing was in the way or anything?"

Jace nodded nervously, his silky hair bobbing with his head, "Yup, except there was something blocking it."

Clary's eyes bugged, "What was it?" She was stuck in there for nearly a few hours, anyone would be pretty curious. Jace scratched the back of his head and mumbled something under his breath that Clary couldn't hear.

"Come again?"

Jace exhaled heavily, "You."

Clary's mouth gaped slightly, "Me?"

Jace looked about as uncomfortably as he felt. He want looking at Clary anymore, he was studying the nice decorative pillows that were thrown carelessly on the bed.

"You mean I was in the way of the door?" Clary asked, wondering why the door wouldn't have opened if it wasn't locked. Only to see that she was in the way of it.

Jace wore a sorrow apologetic look, "I accidentally hit you." Imagining how that sounded in his head Jace immediately added, "With the door."

Clary's was expressionless as she lifted her hand to caress her cheek in the exact spot where she was hit. "Is that why you're so nervous?"

Jace held his breath, "You're not mad?"

Clary laughed, ignoring the heavy pain in her skull and her cheek. "I'm not mad. Why would I be mad."

Jace's body language immediately untensed, he let out a weary sigh. "Because I hurt you. I though that maybe you would've been scared of me like your br..." He trailed of noticing a glint in Clary's green iris.

She became ridged and stepped back out of Jace's reach. He wasn't making skin contact with her now but knowing Jace, he probably would try. "I am NOT afraid of my brother. Don't we say that I am. I'm not afraid of anything." She spat.

This was exactly what Jace was thing to prevent, conflict.

"I didn't mean it in that way." He reached a hand out. Clary slapped in away.

Clary was right, he tried.

"I know what you meant. You think I'm weak and pathetic just like you said yesterday!"

"Thats the whole reason why I'm in here, to apologize about yesterday! To say that I was wrong!"

Clary headed for the and stoked right next to it, she glared at Jace from across the room. "I don't know what kind of apology just repeats the thing you were supposed to be apologizing for.

"You don't understand the connection my brother and I have! You don't have family!" Clary instantly covered her mouth, tears accumulated in her eyes.

"I didn't mean that, I'm sorry," she pleaded walking towards a still Jace. She reached for him but this time he was the one to object.

He put his hand up, "You're right. I don't understand." His voice had no emotion and the dark shadows of the room reflected, not anger, but sadness of of his usually cheery features. "I was just hoping that you would help me understand. I was wrong about you. Do whatever you want, I don't are anymore."

Clary watched with watery eyes as Jace dodged past her clawing hands and through the door, slamming it behind him.

This wasn't what Clary had wanted.

This wasn't what Jace had wanted.

She just wanted to be seen as independent.

He just wanted to be seen as caring.

They both wanted to help eachother.

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Fading smoke from last night filled Clary's senses as she walked into Pandemonium still in her pajamas. It took some skill to sneak past Izzy after Jace's encounter in the guest room.

Since it wasn't exactly party time at around 10 in the morning, the lights were fully on and black tiled floor was empty of people.

Clary was planning on taking a leave of absence from her job to please Jace.

Which surprised her.

Normally she wouldn't do anything for anybody unless she was forced to. And she usually didn't care about what people thought of her.

But it was different with the Lightwoods.

Especially Jace.

She actually wanted to hang out with him and have him think highly of her.

Not be fighting over stupid accusations she knew he didn't mean. But why did it hurt so much to hear them come from his mouth?

"Clary is that yo- holy mother of god you look horrible, but at least your nails are on point."

Clary was broken out of her gaze to a sitting Magnus. He was at the bar, legs crossed, looking like he was waiting for something.

"What brings you to Pandemonium earlier than your shift?" He asked interested.

Clary smiled, "I don't know, why are you here before the parties start?"

Manus smiled toothily, "Clary," he chuckled, "I AM the party." They laughed together at Magnus' lame excuse for an explanation.

"But really Magnus," Clary started, "Where you yesterday I had a margarita ready for you an everything and why are you here so early?"

Magnus retrieved something from his leather jackets pocket and hung it from his wrist. It was a simple golden chain that looked oddly familiar to Clary.

"First of all I was busy and that is none of your concern. Secondly Jewelry calls for me everywhere, on the streets, in the trash..." Magnus noticed Clary's look of disgust and waved her off. "It's called dumpster diving girl, get with it."

He continued, "Well let's just say I answer when they call because they also shout MONEY!" His voice echoed through the empty club.

Clary jumped.

"But I do know for a fact this is yours," Is this your bracelet Clary thought? He carefully placed it in the palm, she thanked his suspiciously as she closed her fingers around it.

"I think it actually might be, thank you Magnus"

Magnus shrugged, circling the short girl on his tip toes. "No worries hun, now will you answer my question? Why are you here?"

Clary closed her eyes tying to imagine Magnus standing still and sparkly. He was making her dizzy, well, more dizzy and nauseas than she already was.

"To quit for a while." She choked. Magnus' shuffling feet came to a stop. She opened her eyes to face his slit yellow cat ones.

Magnus smirked, "How fun, but why would you do such a thing Clary?"

He waited for an answer that never came. Magnus could tell that the short girl hid something, her feelings, in her demeanor. He didn't force it out of her, just gave her a suggestion about an entirely different topic.

Magnus startled Clary when he grabbed her by the cheeks and held her ear against his mouth.

He could feel the cakey, cheap makeup that was hiding her true complexion. He wondered what it really looked like, he should've known that Clary want a porcelain doll.

Magnus whispered breathily his suggestion in her ear and letter grip he had on her fiery hair go. She tripped back a bit. Magnus waved good bye sashayed away leaving the impeccable thought in her head.

Before Magnus walked through the doors he called out, "Do what whatever you want Clary. All I'm saying is if you're going or go, you better go fabulous."

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Crashes of glass awoke Mortmain, the manager of Pandemonium, up from the kitchen. He was dozing of resting his elbows on the counter and staring the bottles of intoxicant right in the face.

Staying on the wagon was harder that it looked when he signed up for it.

Mortmain followed the shatters to outside of the kitchen doors. His eyes adjusted and fixed onto a short girl with red hair.

She was throwing the bottles of liquor on the ground from the used to be full shelf behind the bar.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Mortmain screamed to his worker.

Clary just looked up and smiled, trying to imitate the way Magnus had done.

She swiped the whole row of shot glasses from off the counter onto the floor and watched Mortmain flinch as the smashed.

She was doing this for Jace, she was doing this for Jace, she had to remind herself. She had to remind herself just to get out the two little words that ruined the most important thing in her life, paying the bills.

She removed those thoughts from her mind and smiled wryly.

"I Quit."

~Azzie