Happy belated Halloween everyone! Here's the next update! Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own TMI, Cassandra Clare does.

Jace POV

I ran through the hallway towards where I think I heard the scream. I came to a door that had been crashed through and came to an abrupt stop. Looking inside the wrecked doorway, I saw a very pale Clary and a tense Luke standing there. Once Clary saw it was me, her muscles relaxed slightly, which for some reason made me feel slightly better, knowing she still trusted me.

I bolted through the doorway, just in time to see Clary begin to slip down the wall, from her earlier sitting position. Before I could react, I felt my body kneel beside her, my eyes assessing her every injury. Her body was slightly tense, she had a lot of bruises and cuts, and her eyes were glazed over, looking as though she was off in her own little world again. I wish she was in her own little world, instead of in this torcher chamber.

"Clary, can you hear me? Give me a sign you can hear me. Please just show me you can hear me." I begged reaching for my stele. Her emerald eyes finally seemed to focus on me, sending a wave of relief through my body. Taking my eyes off her pale face, I moved to draw an irizite near her heart.

"Uh… Jace… That can't be good." The bloodsucker's voice broke through my concentration, my eyes snapping toward where he was standing. I honestly can't see what could be more important than Clary's life right now? Wait, how long has he even been here?

"What could you pos-" his voice cut me off quickly, before I even had a chance to say anything.

"Look. At. Clary." He managed to growl out, before leaving the room. The scent of blood must have made him uncomfortable. Not like I care anyway. My eyes traveled back to Clary's delicate figure, finally noticing what Simon was trying to tell me about. Clary's eyes had rolled back into her head, her completion going even paler, if that was possible. Cold and limp, I grabbed her hand and felt for a pulse. It was there. Weak and erratic, sure, but it was there none the less.

Working quickly, I drew the rune near her heart before I was pulled back into the battle. A few ravener demons made their way into the room, and Luke and I stood in front of Clary's tiny frame shielding her from any harm. I pulled out one of my daggers, nodding at Luke, then I charged into the little crowd of demons.

The particular demons didn't really put up a fight. I sliced through them quickly, not bothering to watch them turn into ichor and go back to their own dimension. Once I was finished, I whipped the ichor from my dagger onto my shirt, and kneeled beside Clary again, drinking in her ever feature from her usually bright orange curls to her tiny frame. In a way, she currently looked slightly like a porcelain doll, with her tiny frame and her currently very pale skin tone. In this state, she was certainly just as fragile.

As if I was trigger, her eyes fluttered open slowly, until she began to take in her surroundings. As soon as she noticed I was her, she almost immediately jumped away, shaking in what I assume is fear. She winced at the quick movement, her body still store with so many injuries.

"Shhhhh… Clary it's just me. Clary it's just me calm down." I said in a soft tone of voice, holding my hands up. Her emerald eyes landed on me, and she visibly relaxed. She scrambled forward, and just barley reached me with those chains on her arms. Blood was dripping from the marks that they made from digging in so deep. I scooted closer to her and gathered her into my arms, feeling her shake with sobs. My heart melted a little seeing her so scared, but it made me want to kill Valentine all over again for hurting her.

"You're all right. I've got you, you're all right."

Clary POV

As my eyes opened to the familiar surroundings of the cell I've been living in, I noticed something different. Someone was in here with me.

I scrambled backwards, wincing from the soreness. Suddenly, I noticed that the person had bright golden hair. Jace. He put his hands up quickly, as an offering of peace.

"Shhhh… Clary it's just me. Clary it's just me calm down." He said softly, holding his arms out to me. I scrambled toward him, sobbing as he gathered me up into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, and I felt safe for the first time in years.

Hope you liked it and that you had a great Halloween. R&R?