A/N: Hello everyone! I'm very sad to say that this is the second to last chapter with an epilogue! I'm sorry for the short notice but I just have no where to go with this story, I was going to do something were Magnus and Clary get kid-napped but I'm not going to anymore because it won't tie into the story! Still, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Fighting

"Clary?" Once again someone had woken me up, not someone. Him. The one that should let me sleep, "Do you want to move into my room?"

I lifted my head off the pillow and glared at his gold eyes, "Paint the walls and I will."

Jace didn't smile, "I'm serious."

"I had a dream last night." I announced.

"I did too." His voice dripped with sarcasm, "You were in it. Like always."

Rolling my eyes I replied, "No. I mean I had an epiphany last night."

He watched me closely, "About?"

"You are the ultimate bad boy." I said, "I mean you have muscles, tattoos, scars. You drink underage and you have the whole emo-look down. Hell, you even have the sarcastic bad attitude."

"And you just realized that?" Jace arched an eyebrow, "Damn, and I thought you were observant."

I shook my head, fighting a smile, "No. What I mean is I am with you. Me. The invisible artist that no one recognized but you." And Simon, I thought but decided not to say it because it would ruin the mood. "And you are you. The horribly gorgeous and annoying unlikely man of my dreams. The one that looks at me like I'm the most beautiful prized possession that he will ever own."

"Who is in your dreams as well." Jace added, he sat down on the bed.

I sighed and rolled over, "I'm going back to bed now."

"No, don't." Jace gently rolled me over so that I was facing him, then his arms wrapped around my back and he pulled me into a sitting position. Making our faces only inches apart. "Clary, we've been over this and over this, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever had the honor of getting to talk to. And now that you are actually with me, in love with me, kissing me... I just can't believe how fast I feel for you. But I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

I smiled gently and grabbed one of his hands, "I don't want to move into your room. Not yet." I added when his face fell. "Not until after we are married."

"Why not, Clary? You practically live here."

I leant forward and kissed him on the lips, "Not yet."

He pouted and it took every ounce of my strength not to give in to make him happy again.

"I'm still yours." I whispered.

This made him smile, "Forever?"

"Forever." I nodded, absolutely positive that this would be the man that I would be with until the day I died. Jace smiled, kissed me once, and then pulled me into a hug.

After our long hug, I took a shower and got dressed in my warm new long-sleeved stripped green and grey jacket with jeans. My hair dried and I walked back out to my room not really surprised that I didn't see Jace still seated on the bed. I then strolled down to the library, found everyone in there so I sat down in one of the large red plush chairs, trying not to disturb Jace and Alec's conversation.

"Jace, I did not cheat on Magnus with the mundane we saw last night!" Alec said in a frustrated tone. Jennifer, Kayla, and Ryan, all seated on the coach, snickered as Jace smirked. He spotted me curled up in the chair and came to sit on the arm of the chair, he grabbed one of my hands and started to play with my fingers.

"Then tell me why you were kissing him in the corner?" Jace asked, getting that mischievous glint in his eye that I knew to well.

"I was talking to him!" Alec emphasized 'talking' very clearly. "Come on, I don't even remember his name why would-"

"Alec!" Jace mocked his alarming tone, "You've turned into a man-whore!"

"No, I haven't-" Alec groaned, "You would know."

"I don't anymore." My blonde fiance replied, cocking his head in my direction.

"As entertaining as this is," Kayla interrupted, "Jennifer and I are about to head to lunch, does anyone want to come?"

I felt my eyebrows pull together, Jennifer and Kayla had been on there demon-date the other day and Jennifer had come straight to my room. Turned on the lights in the middle of a heated kissing session between Jace and I and told me all about how the date went. How she had so much fun with her dream girl and that they were going on another lunch date today.

But now that Kayla was asking for other people to come made me wonder if she thought it was a date with Jennifer.

Jennifer looked confused and a little hurt too.

"Well, I wouldn't mind going to get some food-" Jace started but pinched his thumb. "Ouch, what was that for?"

I shook my head.

"Clary, you can't just around pinching men's thumbs." He scolded.

My eyes narrowed, "Why can't I just drive you somewhere and we can eat?"

"Oh, well then can we catch a ride with you?" Kayla asked hopefully. "And then, if you two would like," She motioned to Jace and I, "we could just all eat lunch together."

"That's a great idea." Jace replied for me. "I just need to go get my shoes."

"I'll come with you." I muttered, following him out the door. As soon as we were down the hall I hit his bicep.

"Ouch! Clary, why do you keep doing that?" He whirled on me, glaring.

"Why would you tell Kayla that we can come with her?" I shot back.

He looked confused and started to apologize, "Oh. I didn't think you would mind driving us, I'm sorry. I can go get you out of it, we can take a cab-"

"Jace." I rolled my eyes, "It's not that."

"Then what is it?" Jace still looked confused.

"Kayla and Jennifer could've gone by themselves to go out on another date." I practically spelled it out, "But then you had to open your mouth and volunteer us to go."

Jace looked like he could smack his forehead in his own stupidity.

"And also," I lowered my voice, "I don't think Kayla thinks that they went out on an actually date last Friday."

"Why don't you think so?"

"Because Kayla is asking for other people to come out to lunch with them." It seemed so obvious to me, so basic.

"I just don't see how-"

"Jace! Think. If you wanted to go on a date with me and I started asking people if they could come with us, what would you think?" I asked.

"That you were being rude?" He replied, it sounded like a question; like he was scared to say it.

"By the angel, are boys really this clueless?" I asked to no one, "It doesn't matter anymore because you have already got us into this." I shook my head and started walking to my room.

I sensed, rather than heard, Jace following me. His warm hand intertwined with mine and he walked silently beside me, his eyes looking at the ground in thought. When we reached my room, the warmth of his hand left, and he told me that he was leaving to go to his room. I quickly pulled on my shoes and made my way to Jace's room, meeting him in the hallway near the kitchen.

"Jace," My heart broke, "Don't be sad." I whispered as I saw that his eyes were not glowing like they normally were.

"You girls have the social game all figured out, don't you?" He asked, accepting my hug.

I kissed his neck and shrugged, "Years of training."

His chest rose and fell with a chuckle, "Let's go get this stupid lunch I screwed up over with." Jace kissed my hair and let me go, he didn't leave completely though; our hands were still clasped together.

After ten minutes of driving in an awkward conversation, we arrived at Taki's. Soon after that we found a booth and all sat down. Jace and I on one side, shoulders touching and hands clasped together, and Jennifer and Kayla on the other, not touching in any way.

Jace:

Well this is awkward. Here the four of us were, my Clary and myself on one side and the two complicate girls on the other. A nice person, I suppose, would let go of Clary's hand and maybe not touch her at all through the lunch. Just to make Kayla and Jennifer seem a little less awkward. But then again, who ever said I was nice?

I felt a smirk rise on my lips and Clary crossed her legs under the table, at the knee, her small toes hitting my calf muscles. It seemed that whenever we were together, we had to be touching. It was hard, physically painful, for her to be in a room and for me to be on the other side, not touching at all.

Getting rid of that thought with a shutter, I couldn't help but get satisfaction about how my relationship was perfect and someone else's was screwed up. For once, it wasn't Clary and me being fighting, being siblings, or whatever else we do.

"You know what would be awful?" Clary asked.

I rested my forehead against the side of her head, "What, love?"

Clary shivered, "Knowing that you loved someone and they not love you back."

Jennifer and Kayla both snapped there heads up and looked at my redhead's face. One's expression was confusion the other understanding.

"I know that feeling." I whispered, my forehead still pressed against her. Clary's eyebrows pulled together and she looked over at me, appalled. My eyes narrowed, "Valentine, baby, not you."

"Oh," She whispered, squeezing my hand and resting her head against my shoulder. I couldn't help my actions as I rested my cheek against her hair this time. Quickly, I moved the hand that was intertwined with hers to around her shoulders, and my other moved to hold Clary's hand. I moved so quick, she probably didn't even feel my hand leave and then a different one come to take it's place.

Jennifer looked ready to kill me. For mentioning Valentine or for something else, I wasn't sure. She cleared her throat and Clary's head shot up as if my skin had shocked her.

Clary blushed, "Sorry." She cleared her throat, "So Kayla do you know that feeling?"

The girl asked shrugged, "Usually if people don't like me, I just move on. I don't really fall in love, anyway."

"Those were my views," I said before I could stop my words, "Until I met Clary. And then I fell hard and fast."

Kayla nodded, "I believe in love at first sight. It just hasn't happened to me yet." Her eyes flickered to Clary and away. Jennifer looked like that hurt her.

"Still," Clary said, "if you did love someone and they didn't love you, what would you do to tell them?"

Kayla thought about that, "I probably would just yell my feelings at them and make them listen. Either that or kiss them until they realize. Which ever comes first."

Jennifer turned to the black girl, "Kayla, I-"

Kaelie picked that moment to show up at our table. "Are you ready to order?"

Clary and Jennifer both glared at the waitress, but still we ordered. After we ordered, Ryan walked through the door and sat down beside Jennifer.

"Ryan? What are you doing here?" His twin asked.

Ryan shrugged, "I thought Clary would miss me to much if I didn't come so I took pity on her."

"Don't hold your breath." Clary said.

"Actually," I interrupted, "Hold your breath. That would make my job a lot easier." Still, it would be more fun if he kept breathing.

Ryan's eyes narrowed and he scoffed as Kaelie came back with our food and drinks. We all started to eat, continuing our awkward conversations. Clary trying desperately to get Kayla to notice Jennifer, all her attempts failed.

"Are we going to Pandemonium tonight?" Kayla asked me.

I shrugged, pulling Clary closer to me, "I guess."

"Can we?" Jennifer asked as if I was her father, "I need to get out tonight."

"Me too, I want to have some fun." Kayla agreed.

"I guess so," I nodded, "I wouldn't mind going out to kill some demons. What about you?" I asked Clary.

Ryan shrugged, "I'm up for it. I always love to see Clary in a tight mini dress." I couldn't help but agree with that.

"No one asked you." Clary looked disgusted.

"He did." Ryan pointed to me.

"I was talking to Clary." I told him.

"Why are you such a creep?" Kayla asked Ryan.

"Is it wrong that I like to see women in dresses?" Ryan asked.

At that moment, Kaelie came back with the check.

"You have great timing." I told my ex-girlfriend as she handed me the check, which I handed to Ryan. Kaelie smiled and walked away.

Ryan glared at me, "Why do I have to pay for this?"

"I thought sense you were being an ass, you could."

"But why me, why not one of them?" Ryan motioned to the three girls.

I stared at him for a long moment, "I'm a dick, but at least I know how to treat women right." I snatched the check from his hand, "Give me the damn thing and I'll pay it."

Gently I pushed Clary out of the booth so I get out, my hand stayed tightly in hers as I brought her with me. I needed to stay calm. And she was the only one that could keep me calm so effortlessly. So, I walked to the front desk, pulling out my wallet, and payed for the lunch. After paying, I pulled Clary outside, out to her car. I knew she wouldn't leave them to walk home, but I wanted just a minute to talk to her alone.

"Jace?" Her sweet tender voice asked from the driver's seat.

I took a breath before looking at her, "I can't believe that he would actually talk to you three like that."

"Jace, you don't have to protect everyone."

"Clary, I just want to protect you." I told her, "But when that jackass starts being disrespectful to women, I just get-"

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me across the car, "Relax, Jace."

I laid my head down on her shoulder, "I'm so happy you stalked me in Pandemonium."

Clary laughed, and kissed my rapidly beating pulse point. It's not like my heart was never beating so fast when Clary was around; she made it go wild, so by this time I had gotten used to being out of breath when I was around her.

"We would've found each other." She said simply. "Even if it wasn't in that club."

"How do you know?" I asked, pulling back only to look at her face.

"Because we were made to be together." Clary smiled and stroked my cheek, my head leant into her warm hand. She looked around my head, "Here they come." I kissed her quickly, just a light brush, but still it almost made me blush. An odd feeling for me because Jace Lightwood does not blush.

Clary:

I watched Jace carefully as Ryan, Jennifer, and Kayla all climbed into the car. Jace still looked mad but he held it in as I drove us all back to the Institute.

"Well that was fun." Ryan said as I pulled into the garage. He quickly got out of the car.

Jace followed him, "Let's train today."

Ryan nodded, "Alright sure." Jace smiled mischievously and walked to my side of the car, he held open the door as I stepped out.

"What was that about?" I asked. Jace wrapped his arms around me from behind and walked with me to my room.

"I need to let out some anger so why not do it take it out on the one that made me angry?" He reasoned.

"That makes sense." I replied as we reached my door and I turned around to face him.

"Of course it does." He leant down and kissed me, a sweet short kiss, "Join me in the training room if you would like to get entertained and turned on."

I blushed, "Turned on?"

"Baby," He said huskily, "You know you get turned on when I'm all sweaty and beating up a man."

"Who is Ryan." I said, "Anyone can beat up Ryan."

Jace smirked, "I'll see you later." He leant down and kissed my forehead and lips, longer this time and more passionate. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." We hugged and I watched him walk away, when he was at the end he turned around and smirked.

"Did you just check me out?"

I rolled my eyes, opening the door and backing into it, "Maybe." I smiled at him before shutting the door and changing into some training clothes.

"Clary?" A female's voice asked as I walked past the dinning room, on my way to the training room. It was Maryse.

"Yes?" I asked, walking into the dinning room.

She held an envelope out to me, "This came in the mail for you."

"Thank you." I said, walking up and taking it from her hand. I opened it up and saw that it was a pink and brown invitation to a wedding. Mom and Luke's wedding, which was in less than two weeks.

Sudden ice ran through the blood in my veins, as I read the letter.

"Is it the wedding invitation?" Maryse asked.

My hands shook as the rage coursed through me, I nodded unable to speak.

"Go talk to her, Clary." She said and I looked up into her blue eyes, momentarily distracted from anger, "Isabelle told me what was happening. Go talk to your mother."

I nodded again and ran from the room, the rage back. I drove mercilessly all the way to Luke's house, running red lights and going over the speed limit. I was very lucky not to get a ticket or have multiple cop cars chasing me.

I barged through the door, seeing Luke starting to change into a wolf to protect his house, fiance, and baby. When he saw it was me, he calmed down.

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"Clary? Are you-"

I started to walk around his house, looking for my mother, "Where is she?" I asked again, my voice harsh.

"Maybe you should calm down, before you-"

I whirled on Luke, glaring at him and then I tore to Luke's bedroom. No one. I looked in the guest room, the dinning room, the kitchen. No one. Finally, I made my way to the living room and there my mom was, sitting down on the coach watching television.

My rage boiled over into words, "Mom! I am so sick of this! I was fine when you ignored me when I spent the night here, it started to bug me when you didn't invite me to your party, and now it's your wedding I'm your daughter and I'm not even a bridesmaid! And I learn about the actually date of your wedding with two weeks despair? We had a great relationship and you are throwing me out of your life just because I'm a little young to be marrying the love of my life? You got married to Valentine when you were eighteen! Stop being so hypocritical of my relationship! Stop taking your emotions out on me and stop throwing me out of your life!"

"Clary, just stop." Luke started to tug me away from my mom, but I threw him off of me.

"No, enough!" I yelled at him, "I'm not leaving until she apologizes for everything she has put me through!" I turned back to my mother, "And another thing! I am a teenager in high school, I don't need a father as much as I need a mother! And you are not there! I thought you were my rock, Mom, I thought you were the one that could always be there for me but you've shown your true colors. Now I know that Jace is my only true rock."

"Clary, that's enough! Stop it!" Luke pulled me back again, and this time I let him, only because I didn't have any energy to left, "She's pregnant, stop!"

And as Mom stared at me with stone like stillness- not one emotion on her face- I was pushed out of the house by Luke.

I drove back to the Institute; this time way to slow.

Soon enough, though, I was in my room and on my bed. Staring at the walls, when Jace walked in.

"Hey, where have you been? I've been looking-" He started but then saw the expression on my face, "What's wrong, Clary?" He asked, coming to sit down beside me on the bed.

I looked away from his face, back to the walls, "I just yelled at my mom."

"Oh," Jace wrapped and arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him, "What'd she do?"

"Nothing." I said, "Nothing. No emotions, no crying or yelling, she hardly even blinked."

He sucked in a breath, "Nothing? What did Luke do?"

"Pulled me out of the house. He tried to lecture me, I think, but I was already at my car."

"Clary," He kissed my forehead, bringing my legs up so that I sat in his lap- wrapped up in his warmth. "It's okay, don't be sad." Jace whispered, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

"I'm not." I insisted.

"You're not?" He asked, pulling his head back to look at me.

I shook my head, "I kind of feel... relieved."

Jace smiled, "Good. I hoped you would be." He must have seen my confused look, "I don't like to see you sad, Clary."

I was about to respond when Isabelle burst through the door. When she saw us cuddled up together, she covered her eyes.

"Gross, are you two about to kiss?" She asked.

Jace smirked, "Since you suggested it, of course." He started to lean down to me.

"Wait! Wait," Isabelle shook her head, un-covering her eyes, "I just have one question. Are you two coming to Pandemonium tonight?"

"I want too, yes." Jace nodded and then looked at me, "Would you like to come?"

I thought about that and then shook my head, "I don't think so, I-"

"Aww, Clary." They both whined. "Is it because your mother?" Jace asked.

"Oh, great. What did that bitch do now?" Isabelle questioned, looking angry. Jace glared at her, "What? She is being one."

"She didn't do anything." I told her, "I yelled at her about what has happened these last few weeks."

Isabelle looked happy about that, "Great job."

I rolled my eyes, "Anyway, I'm really tired. I don't want to go."

The black haired girl nodded reluctantly. "And I even picked out something great for you to wear." And with that she left the room.

Jace kissed me once, "Are you sure this isn't about your mother?"

"It isn't, I promise." I nodded, honestly; it really wasn't. Although I was tried because of how over worked my emotions had been for the last four weeks.

"Do you want me to stay home with you?"

"No, Jace. That's sweet, but no. You have to much fun fighting demons." I said, then added quickly, "Just don't get hurt."

"Clary, I could have even more fun here." He winked at me, and then said, "Although fighting demons is incredibly enjoyable."

"Then, go." I scooted off his lap and stood up, grabbing his hands and pulling him up as well. "Be careful?"

"I promise." He nodded, leaning his forehead against mine. "Call me if you need anything?"

I smiled, "I promise."

"Even if you get sad, need a hug, or especially if you need some Jace time."

Laughing, I pushed his chest, "Go. They are going to leave you."

He laughed too, "Alright, I will." He kissed me once more, longer than the others, "I love you."

"I love you too. Have fun." I told him, he hugged me and then left the room. I smiled after him and then changed into long sweatpants and a tank top, before laying down in bed.

I had managed to fall asleep, dreaming about Jace, for as long as thirty minutes before my phone started to ring. Startling me awake, seeing that it was Isabelle, I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked about to yell at her for waking me up.

I heard loud music and people screaming, "Clary? Clary!" She started to talk but the music almost drowned out her voice all I got was, "Jace... bar fight... help!"

I jumped out of bed, throwing on a jacket and shoes, before running to my car. "I'll be there in five minutes." I said into the phone, not knowing if she heard it or not. I hung up and zoomed down the street in the dark night.

Five minutes later, I found myself in a fight with the bouncer.

"Let me in!" I yelled at him, seeing people getting punched behind him.

"I can't do that, miss. And especially not in that." He eyed my outfit.

"Sir, please! I just need to get in and get my friends!"

"Ma'am, you are underage. I can't let you in."

"They are underage! I could get you fired!"

This made him worried, "Miss-"

"I'm just going in for a minute." I pleaded.

"Miss, please, you see the fight going on. For your own safety, I cannot let you in." As the bouncer said this, a man in a red obnoxious shirt was knocked out and above him stood a golden haired tall gorgeous man.

Jace.

However, this minor distraction made the bouncer look away and block a man that was about to fall on me. I thanked him, sidestepped him and ran towards Jace. He now had his back turned me me, his hand clenched- ready to punch another man.

"Jace!" I screamed. Jace punched the guy, making his nose bleed, "Stop it!" I yelled grabbing onto his arm, he didn't seem to hear me as he shook his arm-trying to get me off- and turned to look at me.

His eyes widened and his fierce look evaporated at the sight of me.

As everyone started to get pushed and shoved, I heard Jace call my name and then his warm hand intertwine with mine and he was pulling me out of the club. Before I had the chance to react to some girl pushing me, we were out on the street and Jace hailed a cab. We sat down in the back and I threw Jace's hand out of mine.

He didn't seem to notice, though, his hands only cupped my face. His eyes searching.

"I'm not hurt." I said slapping his hands away. Jace told the cab driver where to go and placed his hand on my knee. "Stop touching me." I picked his hand up by the wrist and took it off my knee.

If he was hurt he didn't tell me, the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

I opened the door and got out of the cab before the driver even had a chance to stop. He yelled a curse at me but I didn't listen, tears formed in my eyes and I was silently praying to God; that Jace wouldn't follow me.

But of course, he did.

That jackass had the nerve to follow me all the way to my room and then tried to come in. "Get out of my room." I spoke with hatred, a tone so unusual to speak to Jace with. I tried to turn, to shut my door but Jace grabbed my arm and whirled me around.

"Clary, I'm sorry. What I did-"

"I don't want to hear it!" I screeched, ripping my arm out of his grasp and trying to go into my room, alone, but he had other plans. Jace barged into my room and pinned me up against the wall.

His eyes looked angry, his voice was pleading, "Tell me what I can do. Tell me, Clary, please."

I shook my head, trying to get away from him. "Let me go." I pleaded on the very verge of tears.

"I will never let you go. Not after what we've been through." Jace gripped my elbows tightly, almost painfully. All the pleading was gone from his voice, now he was just angry. "Clary, I'm sorry. What more do you want me to say?"

At this something inside of me broke and my words tumbled out, "You can't keep doing this! You can't keep going out, getting drunk and then getting into a damn bar fight, Jace! You're engaged now. Do you know what that means? It means living on your own, having kids and not acting like a child yourself!" The tears started to fall, but my voice did not weaken, "I don't like you going out by yourself! I don't like the thought of some slut grinding on you while I'm at home in bed! And I don't like-"

Jace cut me off with a kiss. A hard, demanding forceful kiss unlike his usual tenderness and care. Nevertheless; my knees weakened, my stomach flipped, and my body grew warm wherever he touched. When he pulled away, I was out of breath.

"Clary, if you don't like it, I'll stop. Whatever you want, whatever way you want it I'll break myself to make you happy." He rested his forehead on mine and his hands that gripped my elbows weakened and moved to encircle my waist. "Just forgive me. And it won't happen again. I won't go to bars, I won't get in fights. It will never happen again. Just forgive me."

I looked up at his closed eyes, "I don't believe you."

This made his gold eyes flash open, "You think that I-"

"I think that the next time we have a fight or when you get mad about your past or when you get pissed beyond belief you'll go get into another fight." I said. "But you have to learn to walk away." I whispered intensely. "You have to learn to control your anger, please."

For a long moment, he said nothing. He let me go, walking to the center of the room and running a hand through his hair, his back to me. Then he turned and nodded.

"I'll try, Clary." He replied, "I'll try. I just-" He paused, "I just can't loose you, Clary."

I shook my head, "You won't. Not ever." I hesitantly crossed the room and wrapped my arms around his waist, after a minute, he sighed and I felt his arms wrap around me. I smiled into his chest, "Till death do us part."

He was probably confused with my words, being as he wasn't a mundane. But he responded with, "Even after that."

A/N: Thanks for reading!