Hey reader! Ok so I know this ended but I couldn't get the idea out of my head. So enjoy the second epilogue of Anything He Can Handle as it is set very later in their lives.

Epilogue

He was back. This time, he wasn't a cocky, naïve little boy that they could push around. He was so much stronger than that now. He stood in the midst of the crowd, squeezing Clary's hand as they both looked on. For him, she was the root of everything.

She was able to put up with his mood swings, his dangerous missions and late night hours and in turn he put up with her temper tantrums, her frantic worry and her anger at his job. They were not in any way a perfect couple but they were a loving one.

It had been years since the entire ordeal with Valentine. Right after Clary loved him and still does but…hr trust was shaky and he couldn't blame her. Whose wouldn't be after you found out the guy you've been dating was a secret agent. He had never really understood the value of trust, probably because he had worked alone most of the time.

Trust was not needed to get the job done, confidence? Yes. But trust was pointless…at least he had thought. He understood Clary's feelings but they hurt. It had taken a lot to earn it back, like piecing together a shatter mirror; each move had to be handled with care. He had finally earned it back when he sat with her on the monkey bars, where it had all started.

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He had fumbled with the box with his clumsy fingers, cursing himself for his lack of eloquence. The ring had dropped onto the rubber before he had even gotten a chance to ask. Clary stared at it for a long time in disbelief. He swallowed.

"Clary Fray? I love you now and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then. Will you marry me?" She placed her hand on her throat.

"Wow…"She breathed," you're not really the traditional type of guy are you?" That threw him off track, as Clary always did. "Hmm…I've always entertained the idea of you bending down on one knee to me…"She sighed wistfully. Jace smirked wickedly.

She was sitting on the edge of the bar, swinging her legs over the side. He gently gave her a push. She shrieked as she fell, to her feet thankfully and Jace gracefully jumped after her. He snatched the ring from the ground and bent down on one knee.

"Clary Fray, here I am fulfilling your dream and all I want is an answer. Will you marry me?" She smiled and dove in for a kiss.

"Yes." She murmured against his lips, "Yes, always yes."

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His father hadn't even tried to contact him from Switzerland. It was from an employee that he learned that his father had died- alcohol poisoning. The irony was not lost upon him as he had never really drunk at home.

The sorrow hit him a few days later, not at his death but…at the loss of something else. His life was wasted, he had never really cared about Jace, taken advantage of my mother and yet…he felt obliged to ship his body back and attend his funeral. Jace had felt…sympathy. Sympathy for what kind of man he had become letting the Circle dictate his life. That was when Jace chose to be taken off the field.

Clary had been thrilled of course, no more staying up late worrying if Jace was to come back alive but she was also sorry, sorry for the loss of my way of life. Silly girl, she was his life now. Clary mattered more than his job.

Jace couldn't break away from the family business completely, he was now one of the directors of the Clave, protecting the innocent rather than punishing the guilty. Clary was now an art curator at the Guggenheim museum.

Jace looked at the building that had held his teenage years, the represented so much. The oppression he faced with Valentine and his father, his rise as an agent. But it also represented Clary, the case that had led him to her, which was why he could never truly hate the Circle; it had brought his life to where it was today. Clary squeezed his hand and Jace looked down.

"Do you need to sit?" Clary rolled her eyes.

"5 moths Jace, just a few minutes won't kill me besides I'm here." She smiled at him. He took a breath, glancing at her protruding stomach. He could hardly believe it when she told him. As Clary put it he "stared into space like an idiot". He smiled as he gently touched her stomach feeling his son kick.

"Are you ready?" She murmured.

"Yes." He was ready for anything fate threw at them as long as he had Clary and now, his son. He was Jace Herondale, expert field agent, director of the Clave, husband and soon to be father.

There was a beep and a loud crash as the dynamite exploded. The steel structure swayed, with no support and came crashing down, the beams collapsing as story after story fell upon each other. The explosion had created dust to blow out and soon the building that had held so many memories, was nothing but a pile of broken materials and dust. He smiled as he held Clary's hand moving with the crowd.

He felt a sense of elation and excitement at what lay ahead. His past was over and now it was time to look to the future, he could handle anything.

Please review! Did their life turn out well for them? What do you think?