This is the final chapter! Far out, it always feels weird when I finish another story. Haha. I wanted to thank all of you guys so much for your support, and I'm so glad that you all stick around with me! To all of you guests that leave me incredible reviews and that I really, really want to message and thank personally, THANK YOU! On with the final chapter...

Jace had to sit in one of the front rows of the premiere, alongside the cast, director and producers. There were several other big name actors and directors and big backers behind the movie who were in the next couple of rows, and Jace had craned his neck to see that Clary had been placed in a seat about six rows back. He vaguely recognized the person who was on her left, who was talking away to her a mile a minute, but he had no idea of the person on her right, who didn't look as though he knew who she was. He desperately wanted to go back and sit with her, or better yet—grab her hand and drag her out of the cinema, away from the cameras and the attention and hide away so that they could talk.

He tried to focus on the movie, but all he could do was fidget in his seat and look back over his shoulder every couple of minutes. Every now and then, Clary would catch his eye, and she would give him a small, nervous looking smile, and Jace would feel his stomach twist again, to the point where it felt like he was going to throw up all over the expensive stage in front of him. The cast, director and producers all needed to get on stage, answer a couple of questions once the movie finished playing. They were greeted by a round of applause, and usually Jace would be glad that the film had made an impression—he would also usually be going back over the final product, since this was the first time he had actually seen it all together, but that was the last thing on his mind right now.

Somehow, he got through it all.

There was the short Q&A forum that they held afterwards, a couple more photos, shaking hands with more people, and then he finally wound his way back to Clary, grabbed her wrist and jerked her through the crowd. He knew that people were looking, he knew that there were whispers following after them and he had never been more grateful that the press weren't allowed in here with their cameras, or else these photos would be plastered over the internet within the hour. Jace knew this building well, and he had used the back exit a couple of times, and that was where he was dragging Clary now. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit one of the numbers on his speed dial.

"Peter? Hey. Can you come around to the lower ground exit?...Yup, great, thanks," Jace ended the call and pushed open a door to take them down to the underground parking lot that was barely ever used.

"Isn't this your big movie of the year? Don't you want to do your big walk down the carpet?" Clary spoke to him for the first time, her voice a little breathless as they hurried forward.

"It's the arriving that's the big thing," Jace shrugged. "Besides, I have something much more important to do right now." They got to the parking lot, and Peter was already waiting there in the town car. His eyebrows went up as he saw Clary—he had never met her before, Jace didn't think—but he had worked for Jace for nearly four years, so he must have looked him up and know his history with this woman who had been hidden from the public for ten years. Peter didn't say anything as he opened the door for them, giving them polite nods as they slid into the car. He shut the door behind them and got into the front seat and drove out of the garage. "So..." Jace began, finally letting himself look properly at Clary.

God, she was beautiful.

"So..." Clary let out a nervous laugh as she rubbed her hands up and down her thighs.

"Uh," Jace's hand went to the back of his neck, scratching absentmindedly. "That dress is incredible."

"Thanks," Clary gave him a smile before dropping her eyes. She brought her hands together, fiddling with her fingers, which were perfectly shaped and manicured. Jace looked out the window and noted that they were still about twenty minutes away from his apartment, especially in this traffic. He took in a deep breath and twisted in his seat, propping his knee up on the leather so that he could face her.

"What are you doing here, Clary?" He asked. Clary took in a deep breath, still fussing with her fingers, pulling at the corners of her nails and tapping them against the palm of her hand.

"I got your voice mail, the other week," she finally said. Jace vaguely remembered the voice mail. It was one of the first things that he had remembered the next morning when he had woken up with a throbbing head and a horrible taste in his mouth, and had scrambled for his phone, looking through his call history. But he didn't remember exactly what he had said, and he had really hoped that it hadn't been anything too bad. "You said that you loved me, and that you didn't want to lose me. And that you were scared." Jace winced, assuming that she was just summing up what he said, and he probably wasn't very lucid and to the point.

But it sounds like he had told the truth.

"Did you—" Clary took in a deep breath. "Did you mean that?"

"Yes," Jace nodded, reaching out for one of her hands and grasping it firmly. "Fuck, Clary—fuck, I love you so much. You've got no idea how much I lo—"

"Then why did you go?" Clary cut him off, and he noticed that her eyes were glassy with tears. "Why did you say we had nothing to talk about—pretty much that it was over because I didn't want anything to do with all of this?" Jace was trying to find the right words to explain to her exactly why he had completely screwed it up with her. He had had months now to try and figure it out, and he had rehearsed the words in his head, but sitting here now, with her right in front of him, he really wasn't sure.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot," Jace stated with a helpless shrug. The corner of Clary's dark painted lips twitched upward, and he saw fondness in her eyes. "I just—I saw you, and then I saw Kaelie, and fuck," he let out a hiss. "I never want you to feel as though that's who you need to be. Everything about us got posted online, we could barely ever go out in public without someone following us around. There were always questions; going from what clubs she recommended to whether or not we were getting married. They just wanted to be all up in our shit. I mean—she loved that shit. She loved the limelight, and that's the sort of things that the pap's and the fans love, always wanting photos and any sort of information they can get and print."

"I know what it's like," Clary said gently. "I already lived that, remember?"

"And you escaped it. You got out," Jace reminded her. "And you don't want anything to do with it. I love what I do, and so I just accept all this extra shit. But you don't have to. I never want you to be forced to be someone that you're not, someone like Kaelie. And I don't want you to have to deal with having every part of your personal life on display." That familiar gnawing feeling in his stomach was back. "And that's why—why I'm worried it's not going to work for us." Clary's pearly white teeth nibbled on her lower lip, a stark contrast to her dark lipstick. "You here tonight...What's the meaning of that?"

"It's me...Showing you how it can work," Clary murmured, her fingers stretching out for his hand, tightening around his. "I called Lydia, and she organized it all. She didn't need to say that she represented me as Adele Morgenstern, just as Clarissa Fray. Apparently my name still holds enough sway to get in." Jace gave her a smile. "This..." she took in a deep breath. "This isn't something that I'm going to be able to do all the time. I'm not at all interested in doing this for me. I'm only doing this for us—" she broke off and gave him a nervous look. "I'm only doing this for us, if this us is what you want."

"You have no idea how much I want this, Clary," Jace told her, emotion clear on his face as he reached out, his hand shifting from his hand to the side of his face, his fingers touching her delicate jaw. Clary smile was almost blinding and it felt as though Jace's heart skipped a couple of beats in his chest.

"Yeah?" Her voice sounded shaky.

"Yeah," Jace was surprised by the way his own voice sounded, a little bit trembly, similar to hers. "I mean, it's going to be a bit messy at first, while we get the hang of it all, and it's in no way going to be easy, but we'll get there. I think we can get there together."

"Fuck yeah, we can," Clary sniffed and he could see that her eyes were shiny again, but he knew that this time, they weren't from tears of hurt. He took in a sharp breath.

"And you know that video is going to come back up again," he told her softly, watching her face carefully. He didn't want to scare her off, but he wanted to make sure that she knew what was coming her way.

"I know," Clary said, determination glowing in her eyes. His fingers slid further up her face, pressing against the hinge of her jaw beside her ear, massaging lightly, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. "I know that things will change. I know that things aren't going to easy. But I think we can get through it together," she took in a deep breath. "I'm not—I'm not going to go on parade for all the cameras, or take a hundred selfies a day with your fans, and I'm definitely not revealing that I'm Adele Morgenstern, because that will just drag a whole lot more up that I don't want—"

"That's fine, that's totally fine," Jace assured Clary, leaning forward and finally letting their lips come together, which he had been aching to do since for the past few months that they had been apart. The kiss began soft, tentative, Jace's tongue reached out and traced her lips, ignoring the tacky feel of her lipstick before touching the seam of her mouth. His hands itched to tangle themselves in her hair, but it was all still pinned up and he had no idea how to undo it. So instead, he let his hands trail down her neck, feather light over her shoulders and her collarbone. Clary was shaking by the time his hands made it down to her hands again, wrapping her smaller ones with his own.

"Uh," they heard Peter clear his throat. "Mr Wayland? Miss? We're here." They parted and looked forward, to where Peter was giving them a raised eyebrow look. Clary let out a little giggle as she ducked her hair and swiped her hand over her mouth, where her lipstick was smudged. They hadn't even realized that the car had stopped and they were outside Jace's hotel building.

"Oh, thank you, Peter," Jace flashed a smile and it looked as though the driver was trying not to laugh as he nodded at the younger man.

"You've got a little something that you might want to rub off," he noted with an amused smile. Jace's hand went to his lips and when he pulled it away, he saw some of Clary's dark coloured lipstick on his fingers. He grinned and shrugged, not caring who saw him with her lipstick on his mouth.

"I'll see you next time, Peter," Jace nodded, gripping Clary's hand as he opened his door and slid out, pulling Clary after her. He could hear her laughing behind him as they ran toward the building, the doorman opened the door of the building for them, and they quickly crossed the lobby, almost at a run. Clary's dress was streaming out behind them—Jace caught a glimpse of it in the shiny, polished walls. The way that Clary kept laughing, sounding free and happy, made his heart feel as though it was going to burst out of his chest, feeling happier than he had in a long time, even when he had been with her and his family in Seattle.

Because there was nothing between them now.

There was nothing that holding them apart.

He had her.

She was his.

They reached the elevator, and Jace jabbed his finger for the penthouse and then turned to look at Clary next to him. Her cheeks were flushed and glowing, her lipstick was faded and her smile was wide, and her chest was rising and falling a little quicker from their run. Jace pulled his lower lip into his mouth, drinking in how beautiful she looked, and she saw the way his eyes dropped down to his mouth, her eyes darkening. The tension was palpable, crackling between them, and Jace could barely refrain from claiming her mouth again, because he knew that if he felt her against him again, he was going to end up taking her right there in the elevator.

The ping of the elevator reaching his floor rang out so loudly that they both jumped, and then looked at each other and laughed. Jace clenched his fingers even tighter around hers, as though afraid she was going to evaporate if he let go. They walked into his apartment, down the hallway toward her bedroom. Jace didn't even think about the art work on the walls, given how long it had been there, but Clary stopped, tugging on his hand.

"How many of mine do you have?" She breathed as she stared up at her paintings, lining his walls, in expensive frames.

"I don't know," Jace shrugged, smiling at her. "A lot?" Clary let out a laugh and shook her head. She gave him a heated look through her eyelashes.

"So? Your bedroom?" She nudged her and gave a cheeky grin. Jace smiled, gripping her hips and walking backwards, toward his room. He turned on the light, wanting to be able to see her as he took her apart with his mouth and his fingers. Her eyes moved around the room, falling on the picture beside his bed. The one she had given him years and years ago. "You kept it?" Her voice shook as she looked back at him.

"I held onto as much of you as I could," Jace whispered, cupping her face in his hands and drawing her in close to him. He leaned forward, resting their foreheads together and breathing in deeply.

"You've got me now," Clary murmured to him, her hands reaching out and gripping his jacket, pulling their lower halves together.

"I love you," Jace uttered and Clary let out a noise that sounded like a sob.

"I love you too," Clary managed to breathe before their mouths crashed together.

Okay! Now in TV series news...I woke up last Friday morning and was absolutely devastated that Brooklyn Nine-Nine was cancelled. Then it got picked up by NBC and thank god! But Designated Survivor and Lucifer being cancelled...Shit, man. I'm pretty behind on Lucifer but I adore Designated Survivor and so I'm pretty upset about that. I'm glad we've got another season of Gotham, The 100, SVU and Criminal Minds coming up, so that eases my soul. And has everyone seen the trailer for the Sense8 finale? I still can't believe it's cancelled, it was such an amazing show! It was diverse and held incredible themes and amazing action and emotion. Shit, man. It was honestly one of the most beautiful shows and it changed my whole life and it made me cry so much, out of happiness and sadness. Excuse me while I got cry again about it being almost over...

Songs that I'm currently in love with; Young Love by Eli Lieb, So Far Away by David Guetta featuring Martin Garrix, Breathe In. Breathe Out by Hilary Duff—I will never not be in love with her, she's a symbol of my childhood!—Over and Over by Madeline Merlo and Fade Away by Breaking Benjamin. I haven't listened to Breaking Benjamin in ages and everytime I get back into their music I'm like why haven't I listened to this for so long? Oh, also. Weirdly enough—Delicate by Taylor Swift. I'm in no way a fan of Taylor Swift, loved her old stuff but over the past five years I just find her annoying, but I actually really liked this one.

Okay! So that's it! That's this story all over!

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