HEY, EVERYONE! I'M BACK! Sorry for the absence. You finally get the answer you all have been waiting for (maybe not :-D). Does Clary live? Read and find out!

Many weeks after the vampire fight, Clary was back on her feet again. Most of the damage she endured was internal and luckily, through sheer willpower, she healed after they had to stitch her up. Jace's stele healed all the external injuries.

Every once in awhile, Clary's chest would begin hurting and she'd stay inside those days.

Jace would sit by her bedside with her and normally play board games or just talk. Sometimes, he would sit there and hold her hand…those were the times that the pain was greatest. She would always fall asleep afterwards, exhausted.

"Mom won't be back for a few hours." Clary announced as Jace showed up at her bedroom.

"Where is she off to?" He asked, sitting down next to her.

"She wouldn't tell me. Ugh. Makes me sooooo mad."

He laughed and set up the Monopoly board. "I'm sure it did. You always want to know things."

"Exactly."

"The Lightwoods are also out. Alec is with Margaret; and Isabelle…I don't know where she's off to."

"She's probably at the Pandemonium with Simon."

"I thought he was going out with Maia."

"Simon's stuck in a love triangle. Both girls love him…and he loves both girls."

"That sucks." Jace said, picking out the dog.

"Aw, Jace got the cute, wittle, puppy." She said.

Jace rolled his eyes. "Come on, shoe. Let's get the game going."

Clary laughed, but winced and touched her chest.

"Are you alright?" Jace asked, alarmed.

"Yeah. I just can't laugh as long as I normally can."

"Why did you jump in front of me?" He asked, the ball of guilt sinking to the pit of his stomach again.

"Because I couldn't let that vampire kill you."

"But it almost killed you."

"Jace—"

"You don't understand! You almost bled out in my arms! You almost died in my arms! That would have haunted me for the rest of my life." Jace's voice became shaky.

Clary took his hand. "Everything is alright."

"Whatever you say." He sighed, dealing out the money.

As they played, Jace's cell phone rang.

"Yes?" He picked it up.

"Jace, it's Will. We have a problem."

Will's POV

Will was running around like a madman, throwing on armor and grabbing weapons.

The greater demon they had fought earlier was attacking Isabelle and Alec.

He had used a device called a cell phone to call Jace and tell him what was going on.

Jem watched him with a kind of cat gaze.

"BY THE ANGEL! WHERE IS MY STELE?" Will yelled, throwing stuff to the side.

"Will, I have it right here." Jem sighed, tossing it to him.

"Thank you." He breathed, fastening it to his belt.

"Is Jace on his way?"

"Yes. He's making Clary stay home. I don't blame him. That wound was terrible."

"I agree."

"Alright. Are you ready?" He asked, turning to his armored best friend.

Jem nodded. "Let's go."

Alec's POV

Alec fought will all he had, sinking his blade deep into the demon's flesh. It howled with rage and attempted to throw him off its back, but Alec held on.

On the ground, Magnus was throwing fireballs at it and jumping out of the way of its massive tail.

Isabelle had her whip handy and was attempting to bring it down.

"Jace!" Alec yelled as he saw him show up with Will and Jem.

Immediately, the others sprang into action.

Alec pulled his blade out and backflipped off the demon. "It's been talking nonstop about having Clary and Tessa." He said to Jace as they attacked.

"Of course, he won't get a hold of either of them."

Alec laughed. "You've got that right."

The "brothers" did a double attack on the demon and cut through its leg, causing it to fall down.

Neither of them saw Will sink a sword into its back and cut up, running through.

Demon blood splashed everywhere and Will jumped off as the demon fell.

"That was fun." Will panted with a grin on his face.

Jace rolled his eyes and Alec walked over to Magnus.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"No. I'm not! He got demon blood all over my new jeans! These cost me a fortune!" He said angrily.

"I'll get you a new pair." Alec replied, flashing Will and Jace a glare as they tried to stifle laughter with coughs.

"We, uh, better get back to the Institute." Will said, trying to stop grinning.

"I'm going back to Clary. I'll talk you all later." Jace said.

"See you later."

Jace's POV

When Jace showed back up at Clary's house, all the lights were off. He opened the front door and walked upstairs to her bedroom.

She was asleep on the bed, but moaning as if in pain.

"Clary. Clary, wake up." Jace whispered, shaking her.

She screamed bloody murder and shot up, her hand going to her chest.

"Are you alright?" Jace asked.

She sighed and laid back down, nodding. "Yeah. I'm hurting, but that's all."

"We killed the demon."

"I knew you would."

"When is your mom due home?"

"Any minute." She mumbled sleepily.

"Go back to sleep."

She hardly nodded and Jace kissed her forehead, pulling the blankets over her.

"Goodnight, love." He whispered.

While Jace was walking downstairs, Jocelyn was just walking inside.

"How is she?" She asked.

"Hurting, but alright. She's sleeping."

"I heard about the fight. Is everyone alright?"

"Perfectly fine. I'm going back to the Institute."

"Goodnight, Jace."

"Night, Jocelyn."

Jem's POV

How much longer do I have? Jem thought as he stared out the window at the Brooklyn streets below. How long until this poison kills me? I already look like a ghost.

He sighed and picked up his violin, beginning to play.

There was a knock on his door and he set his instrument down to answer it.

"Midnight, what are you doing here?" He asked.

She seemed nervous. "I need to talk to you."

He stepped aside to let her in and she sat down on his bed. He gingerly sat next to her.

"Jem, remember when you told me you were dying?"

"Yes."

"How much longer do you have?"

"I was just thinking about that. I don't know."

"You told me maybe a few years."

"Yes."

"Have you ever…been in a relationship?"

"What kind?" He asked, even though he had a pretty good idea which one she meant.

"A serious one."

"Uh…no. Not a serious one."

She swallowed. "Jem, I really, really like you. It kills me that you're a Shadowhunter. It kills me to know that you're two hundred years in the past. It kills me to know what that demon did to you." She stifled a sob and Jem stared at her with wide eyes. "I don't want you to die from this demon. I don't want you to go back to your time."

As she began crying, he slowly wrapped his arms around her shaking body. When she stopped crying, she looked up at him.

He leaned down and softly kissed her. Midnight gasped, but kissed him back. He pulled back a few seconds later and held her closely.

"Don't worry about me." He whispered.

She made a small noise and buried her face into his chest.

"Maybe I can take you back with me."

"Huh?" She looked up at him.

"Maybe I can convince Charlotte to let me take you back to London with me."

"You'd try?"

He nodded and kissed her forehead. "I would."

"You don't care that I'm a Downworlder."

"Race doesn't matter with love."

She smiled and after a few silent minutes, fell asleep in his arms.