She was lost in a maze of her own non-expectations, and he was more than determined to help her find her way out despite his poor sense of direction. And it was then did he finally realize that the very fine line separating the smart people from the idiots just got thinner every time she was around, and he would question himself about which side of that line did he belong to.

"His face is right in front of mine, his breath warm and delicious against my lips as he says, "'I can handle you.'" I simply duck under his arm and say, "'We shall see.'" Clary is trained for this, to be the perfect woman, and maybe the perfect wife. It's her job, what she was born into and what she has been raised to do. But CAN she do it? Futuristic Clary/Jace.

Sherlock is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Warning: angst like whoa.