Hey reader! Wow can you believe it? I finally got to the end, the epilogue. I would have never thought that I would make it here. Last thanks to everyone who favorite, reviewed or added this story to your alerts. You guys are the best and made it fulfilling to write this story. This is my first long fan fiction accompanied with many hair pulling, teeth gritting blockades in my head but the complete project is satisfying. I will be writing many more stories so be on the look out! The last chapter will be told in 3rdperson omniscient mostly telling Clary's side and so here wraps up the end of Anything He Can Handle…and for the last time, please review!

Chapter 25- neither the End nor the Beginning

Clary wasn't sure where the random phone call came from. Sure now that they were "official" it was customary for a boyfriend to take his girlfriend out on dates but being "official" thankfully hasn't changed Jace's massive ego or irritability at times and Clary liked it that way.

What she didn't like was a random phone call at about 5 in the morning telling her to meet him at the park. Clary sighed as she stepped out the door. She had moved out of her former house, too many memories, and too many secrets. She didn't think of it as running away, no, her mother's paintings still hung in her room above Luke's bookshop where she took shifts between classes at Tisch. She felt freed, unburdened. It was a new part of her life, fresh and cleansed. Clary felt light as she took a seat on the subway. It was still empty due to the unreasonable hour that she was up at.

Jace…well Jace could never escape his past. Boy was she surprised when Isabelle slammed into his arms and decked him for being so "god darn reckless" as well as including some other colorful language that I am not at liberty to repeat.

His agent life at the Circle was done but his agent life wasn't over. As unhappy as she was with that, she understood. His entire life he has been trained to hide in secret doing jobs. Just as she didn't jump into the spy life, he couldn't jump into the role of a normal boy, knowing that anyone on the street could be a possibly killer. That's why she now make sue Alec is with him on every mission because at least Alec can keep his head…literally and figuratively. His family past was well…tumultuous.

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Clary smiled as she heard Jace take a deep breath.

"It's going to be fine." She whispered as she squeezed his hand. They were a bit late on account of Clary's impromptu shower after a grueling day of physical therapy, claiming she's not going to meet Jace's father smelling like George of the Jungle after a dump.

"Really you don't have to do this. I don't consider him my father in most ways anyway."

"You don't want to do this more than I do Jace, but he's important to you. He was part of raising you and no matter what kind of person he is, I owe him at least an appearance as your…." I sighed. "As your girlfriend." The word rolled off her tongue awkwardly, unsure.

"I know-I just," He sighed, "He ruined everything for me, my friendship with the Lightwoods, my reputation…"

"He was just doing what he thought was best for you Jace, all parents do that."

"He used to hit me," He said flatly, "when he first found out I got a guardianship, he decked me in the face and shoved me against the wall." Clary shivered, remembering Valentine.

"Ok and so I also owe him a slap in the face." She promptly responded as she slipped on a few rings that Isabelle had given her to "improve her refinery" she joked.

The doors opened to a lavish penthouse or it must have been but all that was left were boxes, stacked atop on another. There was a man with stern features glancing at them. He looked exactly like Jace in terms of hair, skin tone and facial structure but his eyes glittered an icy blue as opposed to Jace's warm gold.

"Jonathan," the man nodded. His gaze completely swept over me as he focused on the painting on the wall. It was a copy of Corner of the Garden at Montgeron by Monet; its vibrant colors almost duplicated the original. "It's a shame we'll have to get rid of that, your mother always did enjoy looking at it, said that it gave her a sense of peace, of nature but also a sense of excitement at the beautiful intricacy of the panting…It's a shame really. I could have given her a garden..."

"But maybe the painting isn't just about a garden," Clary piped. "Maybe it's just about capturing a moment, a simple one that shows how beautiful and intricate a second or a season can be." He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes of course, it's such a shame we're giving it away to a collector in Paris."

"We're not giving it away Mom's favorite painting so it can rot in some old geezer's attic."

"Jace, it's merely a copy. A few thousand dollars will easily get you another one."

"Does memory and value have no sense to you? That belonged o my mother and-and as her heir I am entitled to it. You are not in a place to make decision, especially when you can't even spare the few thousand dollars to get another one."

That was true, when the Circle was disbanded after the incident several months ago, lots of politician, businesses went down under. Of course there are people still going on about the system of the Circle but their numbers are decreasing as we speak. Stephan Herondale was one of those unlucky investors who went under, and since Jace inherited all of Celine's passions and estates, including the Herondale manor in upstate New York, he was just living off of Jace now.

"Whatever, I don't have time for his. We're leaving to Switzerland in a few hours. Pack your things Jace." He pointed to me, "Put the painting in the separate box in the parlor." It took me a few seconds to realize what he meant. Suddenly the dismissive glance, the cold tone, he thought Clary was the maid and Jace realized it too as he grabbed her hand.

"Stephan," He said firmly, "This is my girlfriend, Clary Fray."

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The visit ended with screaming and fighting, evidently Jace has had enough of his father's bull. In the end, Jace had tossed him a credit card telling him to "go away, far away and never come back." He had taken it without protest and when we came back a few days later to let the real estate agent come and see the place, everything was gone except for the single painting which is now hanging proudly in Jace's small apartment in the Lower East Side where it all started.

There was a ding in her pocket as Clary pulled out her phone, exiting the station.

"Taki's in a few hours?" she grinned. Simon had officially retired from computer hacker/searcher claiming that his fingers were going to get arthritis by the time he's twenty.

"What are you doing up?" She typed back.

"Isabelle, pancake scratch." Clary chuckled, she was just as persistent as ever.

The gate was closed when she got there but the entrance was low enough for me to awkwardly scale over. She could see him, sitting on top of the monkey bars. He saw her and gestured for me to join him. She closed my eyes as she started on hand on top of the other rung by rung.

"You can do this Nancy," Clary smiled slightly at the nickname, "Just don't look down. Don't think about how far you have to climb, just climb…you're almost there."

She felt relieved to feel the stretch of her abdominal muscles without the sharp pain. Clary could feel him shifting as he reached down and helped her up. She collapsed into his chest as he positioned himself so that he was holding her.

"Why did you all me here?" She murmured as she watched the fiery pink and orange sky slowly turn blue as a sign of a new day.

"You need a favorite time and look at this, a new day, a new slate, new opportunities and possibilities."

"Not everything is new." She tangled her fingers in his as she smiled at him, "I like some things just the way they are." He gently lifted her head and their lips met. Just as every other time, she could feel the warmth spread throughout her body as her other hand tangled into his soft hair and her hand squeezed his gently. He pushed the small of her back closer to him. She could feel every muscle, every tendon in his body straining as he pushed her mouth against his. He pulled back and stared into her eyes, leaning his forehead against hers. Three words, so many ways to say it, so many ways to show it, so many problems over it but sometimes, just a look is enough.

She blushed as she glanced up at the sunset.

"Simon invited us to Taki's." Clary said as she observed the just emerging business men walking to work. She could feel the rumbles of Jace's chuckles.

"Isabelle's cooking again?"

"Yep."

"Let's save the poor kid before she drowns him in syrup." He helped me off and as she jumped down he didn't release her hand. They walked to Taki's to meet their friends in the rhythm of New York's never sleeping, never ending rush. It's wrong to say that this is the end or the beginning because is there really an end to life? An end to love? When does life start? When does love start? There is no beginning and no end for these two infinite circles. There is only life and now, Clary and Jace were living it, together.

THE END

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Hey reader, for the last time in this story! It's finished, finally. Again one last shout out to everyone who read and reviewed and followed up on this story. This was an amazing experience to have other people reading my work, thank you all. I will be starting a new project soon, I already have the idea in mind and it will take place in the shadow hunter world so it will not be all human, sorry fans of those kinds of stories but I'm going to break away from my comfort zone for a while. I hope to see you all in my next story and following works. It was an awesome experience and I will miss Nancy and Agent Herondale = (but there will be more to the epics of Jace and Clary and I hope to entertain you with them.