CPOV

By the time Jace arrived I was really numb. I didn't really care about what was happening. Am I a terrible daughter because I don't feel any remorse about my parent's deaths? Probably. Should I feel something? More than likely. Should I be crying? That's what most people do, so probably.

I wasn't about to cry for two people who hated me though. If they hated me who's to say my step-dad would care about me?

If anything he'll hate me just like everyone else does. That wouldn't surprise me honestly, is that sad?

I'm just used to everyone hating me, so it wouldn't come as much of a shock.

I was looking down playing with my hands in my lap when Jace finally got to the station.

He kneeled down in front of me grabbing my chin with one hand and making me look at him, "Are you okay?" He asked concern in his voice.

"I'm fine." I told him softly. I was, I already accepted the fate that my dear old step-dad would hate me, and I'd be transferred schools. Simple as that.

"When are you leaving?" He asked staring intently into my eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down with my eyes, "Whenever step-dad gets here." I informed him.

"Wait, you don't even know his name?"

Now that I thought about it I guess I didn't, "I suppose Officer Johnson just forgot that part." I murmured.

"Do you want me to wait with you for your step-dad to show up?" He asked me.

"If you want to I guess." I said nonchalantly.

He stood up and sat next to me. Once seated next to me he went to grab my jacket sleeve.

I slapped his hand.

Hard.

The few people in here looked over at us give me weird looks. I looked down my face flushing in embarrassment.

"Not here Jace." I muttered quietly to him my head still down.

"Well did you?" He questioned me sternly.

I looked up at him, "No." I lied, as what I felt, smoothly.

"Liar." He muttered.

"Hey!" I protested giving his shoulder a playful shove.

"That's not something to lie about Clary." He snapped his gaze mad.

I furrowed my eyebrows together at him in confusion. Why was Jace suddenly angry with me? I tilted my head to the side and looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Clare." He murmured pulling me to him, "I'm just worried because you're leaving and now I won't be able to make sure you're okay. I know what it's like to have both of your parents die, and I know how you cope with things. I don't want to know you're in that much pain and that you won't want to call me and talk to me when you're upset."

I opened my mouth to protest when he continued.

"I know you're a strong girl who can take of herself, but everyone needs somebody Clary. You needed Simon and now you don't have him anymore. It's okay to not be okay all the time. We all get hurt and have weaknesses it's part of human nature-"

I cut him off, "Human nature is stupid. It'd be better if we weren't so vulnerable to pain." I scoffed. He ignored me.

"I want to be the person you lean on Clary. I want you to know that when you're fighting against everything else, I'm here for you. I can be your rock like Simon was. I want to hold you when you're crying, and I want you to talk to me when something's on your mind no matter what." He told me earnestly.

I looked him in the eye. Searching for whether he was lying to me or not. I couldn't find anything other than sincerity in his golden eyes. My eyes searched his for a moment longer. I didn't know what to say so I just hugged him. He hugged me back without hesitation.

"Thank you Jace, but I'm not ready to let go of Simon yet." I whispered my face resting on his shoulder.

"I'm not asking you too. I'm just asking you let me help you when you're ready for that."

I pulled back from him, his arms stayed around me though, and I looked him in the eye again. A few tears slipped out of my eyes because no one had ever said anything like that to me except maybe Simon.

He pulled me back to him and hugged me again.

"Thank you." I whispered one more time as he stroked my hair, holding me close.

After Jace and I had stopped hugging we sat there quietly waiting for my step-dad to arrive.

"How long until he gets here?" Jace asks me.

I glance over at him, "No clue." I tell him while shrugging my shoulders.

Jace stands up and starts stretching his back, "This chair is killing my back!" He says exasperatedly.

"You can always leave." I point out.

"I told you I'd stay with you until your step-dad got here." Jace informs me, "And you aren't getting rid of me until you are in his car."

"Why are you so damn stubborn?" I asked him.

He walked back over and sat down in the chair next to mine again, "Because, maybe it'll prove to you that I care. I'm here for you Clary and there's nothing you can do to get rid of me."

I just smiled up at him.

Jace grabbed my hand, which startled me at first, but I decided I'd let him hold my hand this once because he is so upset about my leaving.

He glanced at me in surprise. I guess he was expecting me to take my hand back, and I probably would have, but he's upset so I'll let him this one time.

I didn't turn to look at him, I just stared around the police station.

I dropped my head onto the back of the chair. I have this whole room freaking memorized. I'm not sure how long I've been here, and I'm tired.

I closed my eyes and tried to block out the noise, but I couldn't do it. Sighing I picked my head back up, Jace was staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you tired?"

I nodded my head quietly.

"You're never going to be able to sleep in that chair like that." He told me like it was an obvious fact.

I rolled my eyes, "I was just going to lie down on the floor and take a nap there instead of this nice lovely chair." I said sarcastically, I don't think Jace caught onto it though.

"Why would you want to sleep on the floor?" He asked confused his eyebrows furrowing together.

"It's called sarcasm Jace." I patted his arm smiling.

"Whatever" He mumbled, "Well here you can lean against me so you can take a nap." He offered.

I thought about it. It'd be better than no nap.

"Okay." I told him quietly.

He let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer so my head rested on his side. I curled my feet up onto the chair while he grabbed my hand again with his other hand.

"Have a nice nap Clare." He kissed the top of my head, running his hand up and down my arm.

JPOV

I looked down at Clary as she slept. She looked so much happier and peaceful when she was asleep. She looked like she didn't have a problem and she seemed innocent and vulnerable, like she should.

She builds up those walls she has and she shuts everyone out. Not showing that she has emotions. I've heard kids at school call her heartless because she doesn't ever show any emotion. She does have them though. They're just harder to find.

She acts like nothing anyone says could ever hurt her, but I see the way the words affect her. I see the pain in her eyes before she masks it over.

Now she's leaving. She's leaving to live with a step-dad she's never met. Hell, she doesn't even know the man's name!

I can't say that I'm going to miss Valentine. I never met him, but Clary said that he hated her so he can't have been that great of a father.

I know she's cut, but I guess she's right. I can't really check here. We're out in public at a police station.

I probably should have told Maryse where I was going. She knew I was going out, but I wasn't going to be gone for that long. Now I'm not sure how long I'm going to be here.

Maybe I should send her a text? Yeah, I'll send her a text.

I'm at the police station with Clary. Her dad just passed away, and she just found out her mom's dead too. We're waiting for her step-dad to show up and get her. –J

I put my phone away and looked around the station. We'd already been here for about an hour. People have come and go and it was pretty empty now.

I felt my phone buzz and pulled it out to be greeted with a text from Maryse.

That's terrible! Is she doing okay now? –M

I responded quickly.

Yeah, she was a little upset when I got here. She's taking a nap now though. –J

I hope everything goes well for her. She's such a sweet kid. –M

I hope so too, mom. –J

She doesn't need to be in anymore pain than she already is.

Maybe Clary will at least text me when she's gone. I don't want to lose her completely. I wouldn't feel complete not having her with me. I've already started to miss her when I wake up alone in the morning.

I'm already accustomed to having her beside me, isn't that sad?

Maybe I could go drive to her house and see her every weekend. That would be nice. Maybe she won't completely shut me out of her life.

That thought put a smile on my face and I grinned down at her sleeping form.

I need to get her to talk to Izzy soon. Isabelle seems so upset that Clary doesn't tell her anything. It hurts Izzy to think that Clary doesn't completely trust her, but she trusts me.

Well, I guess Clary doesn't trust me. I forced her to tell me what was wrong. I pushed her until she did. I probably shouldn't have pushed her. Some people need pushing; others crack under the pressure of being pushed.

It's a sensitive thing I guess. I don't know why. I just know that some people need a little bit of pushing to talk and others need their space because you just can't push them.

Clary may keep in contact with Izzy if she leaves which is a good thing. I mean the first person she called was Izzy. Where is she anyhow? Did she go out with Sebastian again? Maybe. I don't know, I don't take that much interest in what she usually does.

Maybe Izzy was just taking a shower and that's why she missed Clary's call. I really need to pay more attention to what my siblings do.

Clary doesn't really know Alec all that well. They're friendly with each other sure, but they're not close like she is with Izzy. Then I just kind of forced my way into her life.

Oh well.

Clary started to stir in my arms.

She opened her eyes drowsily and looked up at me.

"Good evening." I smiled at her. I kissed the top of her head and she closed her eyes again, "Have a good nap?" I asked her, she opened her eyes again to look at me.

"Yeah, it was fine. The chair is killing my back though." She smiled up at me.

"You want to stretch then?" I asked her.

She got a look on her face that said she was thinking about it then she said in a whiney voice, "I don't want to stand up."

"Come on I'll stretch with you. My back is killing me too." I stood up and offered her my hand.

She grabbed it and stood up to stretch. I smiled at her, "Feel better now?"

"Only a little bit." She responded.

"I'm just ready to meet my step-dad and get this over." She looked down when she said that.

I hugged her, "Are you still going to talk to me when you're with him?" I asked not letting go of her. She wrapped her arms around my waist hugging me back.

"If you want me to." She told me softly.

I scoffed, "Of course I want you to." I pushed her away from me slightly, keeping my arms around her, so I could look into her eyes.

She looked back at me, "Then I guess I'll text you." She said with a small smile.

I grinned and felt a pure amount of happiness that she wouldn't be shutting me out. She would still talk to me and maybe if she was okay with talking to me then I could go see her.

I'll be able to live through this. It'll just be a little harder to hang out with her now, but she's worth all of the trouble it could possibly take to keep in contact with her.

Clary turned around walking to take her seat once again.

I grabbed her hand rubbing my thumb in soothing circles over her knuckles.

About five minutes later a man came in with white hair and black eyes. I looked over at Clary because she tightened her grip on my hand.

"What is it?" I ask her.

"He looks similar to Valentine. It's weird." She murmured not focusing on what I was saying.

He talked to the person at the desk and walked back to the offices.

He came back out about half an hour later. He walked over to us with an officer.

"Clary, this is your step-dad: Jonathon Fairchild."

"Thank you Officer Johnson." Clary's step-dad said eyeing Clary.

Clary looked up at him with a look of confusion on her face.

"You're-" She choked a little bit, "You're my step-dad?" She asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Clarissa. Are you ready to head to your new home now?" He asked her politely.

Clary nodded her head mutely. Officer Johnson left back to his office, I'm assuming.

Clary stood up stiffly. She turned to look at me, "Bye Jace." She smiled a little bit.

I wrapped my arms around her, "Goodbye sweetie." I kissed her head and let her go to the man she was now going to leave with.

Something seemed off about him. I'm not sure what it was, but I didn't feel too good about him.

He looked at me for a second before placing his hand on the small of Clary's back to usher her out of the police station.

She turned her head to look at just as was about to exit the door. I did the gesture to "call me" with my hand winking at her.

She smiled a little before turning around again to follow Jonathon out.

My heart sank a little as I watched her head of fiery red curls disappear. This could very possibly be the last time I see her in a while. That thought caused my heart to drop.

What if she didn't call me or text me like she said she would? What if she has nothing to do with me now that she's with her step-dad.

I shook those thoughts from my head. Don't be ridiculous Jace! I scolded myself.

Clary will call.

Clary will text.

This won't be the last time that I see Clary.

I won't let it be.

Thanks for the reviews guys.

Okay Jocelyn's maiden name is Fray which is what Clary started going by because she didn't want to use her dad's last name. (Just internal problems) and her step-dads name is Fairchild. Sorry I never explained her maiden name stuff. That complicated shit.

Question: Is it just me that kind of hates this story? I think it's kind of sucky. :\ Now it may just be my negative self kicking in. My friend is always telling me to stop being so negative about everything I do, but I kinda hate my story. Like I said I just think it sucks and it may just be me being negative. What do you guys think?