A/N: Hey guys! So Jace is a very mean drunk, and that is not an excuse for what he did, but it needed to happen. Trust me. I don't know if you guys remember, but when Jace got drunk for the first time he lost his virginity, killed a goat, and lit a cactus on fire.

I'm not sure how you guys will like how this is resolved, but oh well.

Clary woke up the next morning, the bed next to her was empty. She propped herself up, feeling a pit grow in her stomach. She assumed Jace, in his drunken stupor would've fallen back into bed with her after she fell asleep, but he wasn't there. She pursed her lips slightly, wondering where he was. She knew that he seemed angry, but she didn't think that would keep him from returning home. She thought they were getting closer. She was getting attached to him, and she didn't want him to be mad at her. He was being a savage last night. He has never really treated her like a piece of meat before, but she wasn't holding onto that anger.

She crawled out of bed, pulling on her clothes before slipping out of the tent. She didn't even know where to start looking for him. She went to Isabelle's tent, but quickly covered her eyes when she realized that Meliorn was in the bed with her.

"Clary, it's a little early for you to be up." Isabelle purred, as she stretched her limbs.

"Jace didn't come home last night." She whispered, feeling her cheeks flame up when Meliorn got to his feet, bear for all the world to see.

"I don't feel like I'm needed in this conversation." He pulled on his pants, walking past her.

"I'll see you later." She bit her lip, sitting up seductively.

"Yes, you will." He grinned deviously, slipping out the door.

"What happened?" Isabelle slipped out of the covers, grabbing her clothing.

"I hit Jace, and I told him not to come back until I was asleep, and he never came back." She murmured, glancing down at her hands.

"He probably just crashed at Alec's or with his dad." She assured her, rubbing her arm. "Go back to bed. You had a long night. I'll find Jace for you and then get you." She explained, steering her out of her tent.

"Alright." She murmured, feeling a pit in her form in her stomach. Now she was worried about where he went, which frustrated her to no end. She didn't know why she cared so much, especially since he almost assaulted her not 7 hours ago. She knew he would never have gone through with it but in the back of her mind, she was worried she had misjudged his character. What if he just assumed he just had free reign of her body since she had already complied for this long?

She groaned, crawling under her covers. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she kept replaying last night over and over in her mind. The anger had mostly subsided, but fear crept into her system. What if he was just acting? What if he was pretending to be a good man, when really he wasn't one at all? Then she started to get angry again because she hated being manipulated.

"Clary, I found him." Isabelle poked her head in a while later, gesturing for her to follow him.

"Where was he?" She asked, feeling her stomach drop.

"He's passed out in Imogen's tent. She said he came in rambling like a crazy person. Eventually he fell asleep, so she just covered him with a blanket, letting him crash on her floor." She snorted, shaking her head.

They stepped into Imogen's tent, seeing that she was brushing Jace's hair from his face. "Poor fella, he had a rough night." She sighed, standing to her full height. "I have no idea what happened before he came here though." She turned her eyes to Clary, silently asking her what happened.

"He was being a tool, treating me like I was his property instead of his wife." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. She looked down at her husbands disheveled appearance where he lay crumpled on the ground.

"Shame on him." Imogen scolded, shaking her head at her grandson.

"Do you have a pitcher of water?" Clary asked, feeling her rage from last night flame up in her chest. Imogen handed her the water, giving her a questioning look before Clary dumped the water on Jace's head.

He gasped awake, flinching heavily, as he shifted around on the ground. "What happened?" He shook his hair out, stumbling to his feet.

"Dick." She growled, as the two women with her retreated from the tent. Jace released an exhausted breath, running his hand down his face. "You think you can treat me like that? What is the matter with you?" She exclaimed loudly, putting her hands on her hips.

"I am too exhausted to deal with this right now." He murmured, putting his hand into his now wet hair.

"I can't believe you! You almost assaulted me last night, and you can't deal with this right now?" She squeaked with anger, trying to contain herself.

"I am so hungover. I need to recover a little." He held his forehead, staggering towards the exit.

"You are the worst." She snapped, following him outside.

"Clary, for what it's worth I'm sorry. I'm a mean drunk, which I why I don't normally drink, but I can't do this right now." He shook his head, stepping into their tent.

"You can't do this?" She snorted.

"Clary, go do your chores. We can talk when I am not a mess." He barked at her.

"So, you can get your fake persona back on and keep manipulating me?!" She yelled, shoving his chest.

"What? No, I don't want to feel like death while I grovel to you. Let me sleep." He said exhaustedly, shaking his head at her.

"Fine, if you want to be like that!" She raised her voice, storming out of their home.

She stomped over to Isabelle, beginning to scream a million different obscenities, as she ranted about her husband. Clary never felt so angry before. She could feel her blood boiling underneath her skin, which fueled her anger even more. She was so angry Isabelle brought her to the training grounds, and for the first time, she won a fight.

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It had been a few hours, and Clary finally went out to seek Jace again. He had plenty of time to sleep. She thought if she waited any longer she would combust. She slipped into their home, freezing in place. He wasn't there. She groaned loudly, walking to the nearest sentry guard she could find. "Where is he?" She snarled, not believing that he had left. If he wanted to leave, he should have come and talked to her first!

"He's in the spring house." The man stammered, seeing her angry clearly on her face. "I can take you there." He offered awkwardly, gesturing for her to begin walking. She followed a step behind him, heaving a breath of frustration, as they stopped in front of a wooden structure.

She whipped the door open, striding inside to see Jace in what seemed like a bath. His head was hanging back, while a rag was over his face. He still looked like a disaster. For some reason, she felt her anger dissipate. She had been planning on what she was going to tell him all day, but now, after all the ranting and raving, she didn't have the energy to fight.

Jace lifted his head, removing the rag from his face. "Hey?" His voice croaked, as he rubbed at his neck.

"Hey," She echoed, feeling overwhelmingly exhausted.

"Want to get in? I know you've been itching for a bath." He spoke softly, propping his arm on the side.

"Sure." She shimmed out of her leathers, feeling a little more self-conscious than she liked to admit. She hissed, as she descended into the water. "The water is actually cold." She snorted slightly, leaning back against the wall. "I think this is the first time I haven't sweated since I got here." She shook her head, moving to dip her hair under the water. She tried to summon her anger back because he deserved to be yelled at. He deserved to be scolded to no end because he was horrible last night, but it was like her body knew that yelling would get her nowhere.

"We really aren't supposed to do this, but I felt like death and I'm the lord's son, so I figured why not." He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "I'm surprised you aren't yelling at me." He muttered, letting his hand fall from his face.

"I was planning to." She played with the surface of the water, feeling shy and small. "I'm just tired. I feel like this marriage is so exhausting sometimes." She shook her head, sinking a little further down in the liquid.

"I really am sorry." He breathed, stretching his arms. "I never should have done that. I don't know what got into me." He huffed, beating himself up. "I've never done anything like that, and I just- I'm sorry."

Clary didn't know what to say back because she wasn't ready to just forgive him for almost assaulting her. She deserved to be treated better than that.

"I was thinking maybe we should keep the break going for a while." He suggested, locking his eyes with hers.

"Really?" She furrowed her brow slightly.

"Yeah, I know you don't like it, and I appreciate they you let me do that for an heir, but you aren't pregnant yet. It just isn't working right now, and I feel like it is because we are stressed." He shook his head, looking as if he was deep in thought. "I don't know really, but it has been months. I feel like things would be so much easier for both of us if you had gotten pregnant early on, but that didn't happen."

"Me being pregnant wouldn't have fixed anything." She muttered, picking at her nails. She felt a slight pang of guilt because she knew why she wasn't pregnant, why she hoped to never be pregnant. "We would still avoid each other and we still wouldn't talk. The only difference is that we wouldn't have sex anymore, which means we would actually spend even less time together than we are now." She explained. "Do you wait until I fall asleep to come back to the tent on purpose?" She asked softly, knowing that it was one of the ways he avoided her. He would wait until she fell asleep for a while, and then he would come into the tent and wake her.

Jace remained silent, which gave her the answer that she expected.

"We can work on us." He suggested hopefully.

"We can. How do you want to do that?" She questioned quietly.

"We can hold each other more, spend time with one another." He shrugged, seeming almost shy.

"You really think that would fix us?" She scoffed quietly, shaking her head at him.

"It wouldn't hurt." He murmured, looking like he was on the verge of breaking if she said no.

"If you want to, I am open to anything." She spoke softly, not knowing what else to do.

"Can I hold you?" He bit his lip, holding his arms open to her. She nodded silently, wading over to him. She turned around, lying against his chest. He was body was warm and taut. She closed her eyes, as his arms coiled around her stomach to pull her closer. He played with strands of her wet hair, relaxing her more then she thought it would. "How have you been doing other than being furious at me?" He murmured, trailing his fingers down his arms to tangle their hands together.

"Alright I guess." She shrugged her shoulders, cupping some water in her hands. "It's still hard to get use to this place, but I'm starting to fit in with the women a little more." She explained, letting the water pour from her fingers.

"That's good." He hummed, tracing his thumb over her palms.

"Yeah," She whispered, sinking back against him.

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Clary was a little frustrated that she didn't fight with him when she had the chance. He didn't get to do those things to her and just get away with it. It sounded like he beat up himself up quite a bit about it, but that didn't excuse what he did. She already made a truce with him, so she wasn't going to bring it up. All she knew was that if he did it again, she was going to cut off his balls.

Jace had kissed her cheek, saying that he had to get a little work done before dinner. She squeezed out her wet hair, searching for Isabelle. She found her in her tent with Meliorn again.

"Not again." He sighed, rolling off of Isabelle.

"Sorry." Clary gritted her teeth, feeling a little bad for interrupting her.

"You know the drill." Isabelle teased, patting his abdomen. "I'll see you tonight." She smiled, brushing their lips together lightly.

"I didn't mean to interrupt." Clary stammered a bit, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"It's fine. It keeps him on edge." She smirked heavily at her, pulling the blanket to her chest. "What happened?" She asked.

"I didn't yell at him. I was just tired." She shook her head, rubbing her hand over her face. "I'm tired of things feeling so complicated, so we just talked." She shrugged her shoulders. "He wants to work on our relationship, but I don't think it'll do anything. I figured I'd just go along with what he wants to do." She blew out, lying on her back.

"Why don't you think it'll work?" Isabelle asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Cause I just- We are so different." She felt like it was a lame excuse, but she felt like it was true.

"So what? I get along great with you, and we are different." She hummed, raising her eyebrows at her. "It sounds like your scared." She said a matter of fact like, as she crossed her arms.

"I'm not scared." She snorted, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever." She sang, smirking as if she was the smartest person in the world.

"You're holding back with Jace for some reason. I don't know why, but you are." Isabelle explained, making Clary's stomach drop. She was holding back, but she was holding back to protect herself. She wanted to go home. She couldn't do that if they got too close. She would hurt him, and she would hurt herself.

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Clary yawned heavily at dinner, feeling so exhausted from the day. "I think I'm going to head to bed." She murmured, pushing off of his shoulder to get to her feet.

"I'll go with you." He grunted, climbing to his feet.

"Oh," she murmured, feeling a little surprised at his declaration.

"Yeah," He shrugged his shoulders, putting her hand to his back. "We aren't avoiding each other anymore remember." He grinned faintly, stroking some skin on her back. She nodded silently, slipping into their home. She turned her back, slipping out of her clothing before pulling on her robe.

She felt a little relieved that they weren't going to be having sex for a while. It took a weight off of her shoulders right now. Now she didn't need to deal with the tea every morning. She felt so bad about doing that because he wanted a child.

She crawled into bed, snuggling against the blankets. Jace laid next to her, propping his arm over his head. She pulled her blanket to her chin, looking over at him. "You want to kiss for a little while?" He asked, looking over at her.

"Seriously?" She snickered heavily, shaking her head at him.

"You don't mind kissing, do you?" The side of his lip curled up at her, as he looked down at her.

"I mean no." She shrugged her shoulder, glancing up at him.

"So…" He dragged on, wondering if she wanted to.

"Alright." She whispered, as he leaned down.

He hesitantly put their lips together. She inhaled a deep breath through her nose, cupping his neck lightly, as he opened his mouth. Her stomach churned, while his hands traced over her waist. She drew away slightly, looking away from him. She chewed on her lip, turning her eyes back to his.

"Good night, Clary." He pressed his lips to her head.

"Good night." She whispered, turning away from him.

Jace was moving around a lot until he settled against her back. She felt her face flame up at the position. He almost never held her like this at night. He would roll onto his back, staying in his own space, while she was curled up in a ball next to him. His cheek was pressed in between her shoulder blades, as he drew her close to him.

She exhaled a small breath, adjusting her head against the pillow before letting her eyes fall shut. She felt Jace's breath even out, while his body slackened against her.

In the cover of night, Clary slid her hand over Jace's, mingling their hands together. She silently trailed her fingers over his, memorizing the roughness of his palms and the scars along his knuckles. She pulled his arm closer to her, holding it tightly to her chest before falling asleep. "Good night." She whispered again.

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Clary woke up feeling like she was being crushed. She peaked her eyes open, seeing blonde hair in her view. She wrinkled her brow, wondering how in the world she would be seeing Jace's hair in front of her face. She groaned heavily when she realized that he was pretty much lying on her head. She groaned softly, trying to move, but Jace had somehow shifted completely on top of her.

She squirmed around, but it didn't stop him from crushing her. She grumbled in frustration, trying to move. He was too heavy. The man was built of pure muscle, which was currently dead weight.

"Jace!" She exclaimed, feeling overwhelming annoyed with him. "You are such a dick. Get off of me." She struggled more, somehow flipping herself around in the process.

"What?" Jace gulped a thickly, propping himself up slightly. He rubbed at his face, yawning heavily. His breath blew in her face, and she cringed in disgust from the smell, as she was able to shove him over.

"You were crushing me." She huffed, sitting up. "Aren't you normally up by now?" She asked, running her fingers through her hair.

"I thought I would sleep in." He shrugged his shoulders, rubbing his hand over his face. "Sorry I crushed you." He muttered, sinking back under the covers.

"It's fine." She shrugged, climbing out of bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked, sitting up.

"To do my chores for the day?" She looked at him oddly before slipping out of her robe and pulling on her leathers.

"I just thought we could spend some time together." He smiled hopefully, but behind his eyes she could see that he was worried that she would reject him.

"What do you want to do?" She asked, tying the front corset.

"We could train?" He suggested, crawling out of bed.

"I am not fighting you." She snorted, shaking her head at him.

"We could practice with the bow. You were pretty good with that when we went hunting." He offered, pulling on his pants.

"Alright." She shrugged her shoulders, following him out of the tent.

OoOoO

Jace has hardly left her side since their fight a week ago, she had begun joining him in his task during the day after he completed his training for the day. She was not prepared enough to help him train or to help others, so she stuck with Isabelle until he was finished.

She felt like a lot of stress had been lifted from their relationship because they were remaining celibate for the time being. He started to talking more, which was odd because he hardly talked before that. It wasn't real conversation though. It was mostly small talk, so they weren't really getting to know each other any better.

He was constantly touching her too, which Clary was beginning to enjoy a little bit. He claimed her. It was odd, but people started treating her differently once they started seeing them out and about with one another.

The only time that she didn't spend any time with Jace was when he would meet with his father once a day. She had asked him if she could go, but every time he said no. She didn't understand why he was pushing her out of a single meeting. She had fought him for a while about it, but he was very adamant. She wondered if they were talking about a rebellion just between the two of them.

Jace had left early this morning with a dozen other men, including Stephen were going on a hunting trip until late at night. She huffed when her bird waddled into the tent. She plucked up the bird, snagging the message from its leg. She sighed, lying back against the pillows, as she unrolled the message.

Dear sister,

I have not heard from you in over a month. I thought I was clear about your purpose there. I don't care if you like the Herondale boy, you are mine, and you are there to find evidence. Do your task, so that I can have you back by my side.

Your dear brother

She sighed softly, running her hand over her face. She would have to check Stephen's tent. That was the only place that she could think of to look for the information. If they were planning a rebellion, then Jace wasn't keeping any of that evidence in their home. She didn't blame him, but it made her job much harder.

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Clary paced her tent all day, while her body was tense with nerves. She hadn't eaten all day, and she hadn't spoken to anyone. She told Isabelle that she was sick, so she would be left alone for the day. All she could do was wait for the sun to set, so she could sneak into her father-in-law's tent.

The drums and the voices outside her tent began to die down, as the light from the fires faded. She gulped thickly, sneaking out of the tent. She grabbed a small basket of food before making her way to her to Stephen's tent. She knew that she would need an excuse for being in his tent, so if anyone asked, she could simply say she was bringing him some food for when he returned.

The whole town had thankfully gone to bed, easing her mind just a little bit. Clary ran over to Stephen's tent, slipping quietly inside. Her heart pounding in her ears, as she approached the wooden desk. She thought about doing this many times, but she never really had the opportunity to do so. She dug through the papers, skimming over them quickly. They had information about tactics and weapons numbers, yet nothing pointed towards rebellion. She blew out a breath, searching for a paper that said something about fighting against her brother, but she couldn't find anything substantial.

"What are you doing?" A voice cut the silence, making me freeze.

"I thought Stephen might be hungry when he arrived home tonight." I said quickly, showing him the basket of food.

"Oh." The man held up a lantern, revealing Alec's face.

"Alec? I didn't know you stayed behind." She asked, moving away from the desk in hopes to distract him.

"Stephen needed one of us to stay behind, so I volunteered." His voice was level and clipped, as he eyed her carefully.

"I'm just going to go. Have a good night, Alec." She walked past him, taking the short walk to her tent.

She was almost there when a hand clasped around her arm. "What are you-" Her mouth was quickly covered, as she was shoved to the ground. She felt fight grip at her chest, while the man's hold began to bruise her. She thrashed around in his hold, trying to escape from the man's grasp.

Her hand got free, and it connected against a jaw, as she tried to scurry away. Her hand radiated with pain from the punch. She thought she was free, but he grabbed hold of her ankle, dragging her back to her attacker. She screamed as loud as she could, before he shoved her face into the dirt, ripping at her skirt. She felt tears stream out of my cheeks, while her heart pounded much heavier than normal. He was too strong. She tried to move, but he punched the back of her head, making her dizzy.

"Shut up!" The man snarled in her ear. Her lip quivered as he finished ripping her skirt off.

A/N: So, I didn't have Jace almost cheat because it didn't seem right anymore. It had been a little while since Jace and Clary had been together, but Jace can control some things. Jace was also really frustrated with himself afterward, which I tried to display, but I don't think I did a great job of it.

Also, sorry for the cliff hanger! I just can't help myself. ;p

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