Hello everyone, this is my first fanfiction even though I have been apart of the community for years. I have always been nervous to write them because I doubted I would have been very good, but I decided to give it a shot to keep the Clace fanfictions alive.

I am going to be writing one-shots, two-shots, and maybe some three-shots until I am comfortable enough to write full stories.

NOTE: Every main character in my stories will be a person of color because it's easier as a black girl to write from the point of view as one.

In this two-shot Jace and Clary have a 5 year age gap.

Part I

Clary Fairchild didn't understand why she couldn't say no. From the time when she was a little girl playing in the sandbox to now working at Java Jones part-time to pay for college, she still can't say no. The conversation she had earlier with her best friend and roommate Isabelle was a prime example of it.

"Hey chica, I have a favor to ask of you." Isabelle had sung into the phone. Clary knew where this was heading, but she still said: "what's up Izzy."

"I need you to cover my shift today."

"Izzy…" Clary groaned into the speaker. Clary had been covering Isabelle's shift constantly for the past two weeks. She loved to help her friends, but she was starting to feel like this was getting out of hand.

"I know I'm sorry, but Simon wants me to spend the night at his apartment tonight and you know how far he lives. Pleeeeaaaseee, I promise to cover your shifts anytime you ask. Pleaseeeee." Isabelle was begging so much that Clary decided to say yes.

"Ok, ok, I will do it, but you soo owe me," Clary said with apprehension even though she was smiling on the inside. She liked that Isabelle and Simon were spending so much time together. Isabelle deserved a man like Simon who treated her well.

And that's how Clary ended up working the eight to two-shift at Java Jones. It's a good thing she didn't have classes in the morning or else she would end up sleeping through them. She didn't mind because it gave her some time to do some homework. The semester has just started, and she was already swamped with work.

She knew that it would help her in the long run when she would graduate without any student debt, but she wished that college wasn't so expensive. She was 21 years old and already done with two out of the four years of her studies. She could make it. Java Jones wasn't particularly busy that night so she was able to get some studying done. It was around midnight when Clary heard a throat clear above her.

She looked up to find the most gorgeous man she has ever seen staring down at her. He had golden-brown curly hair that reached his ears, so long but not too long. She had never seen eyes as gold as his. He had a dark caramel skin tone and he was tall; like 6ft4 tall.

As Clary dragged her eyes down his body she noticed that he worked out from the muscle he was showing through his dark maroon suit; his expensive dark maroon suit. She also noticed the Cartier watch he had on.

When she made her eyes back up to him, she noticed that he was staring at her like he wished he could take her right there. She gasped in surprise because Clary knew that she was pretty. She had thick curly hair that was a mixture between red and brown stops right at the small of her back when it's straight but rested just below her bra strap since it was curly and shrinkage was a bitch.

She had a light chocolate skin tone and bright green eyes. She had slight curves, enough to give her a shape but not too much that she looked plastic. She was also short, like 5ft1 short. Clary knew she was a rare sight to see, but she didn't think she was as pretty as he was looking at her.

Clary looked at the clock before she stood up from her seat and asked him what he wanted. It was midnight. She knew Java Jones was a 24-hour joint, but most people didn't come in after 10 unless they were drunk.

"Hello sir, how may I help you," Clary asked the tall man.

He stared at her for a minute before he replied, "I would like a venti black coffee please."

Clary was a caffeineaholic, but she didn't know why people liked to drink black coffee. It was just gross.

"Ok sir, is that it?" Clary asked as she typed his request into the computer.

"Yes, that's all."

"Ok, that will be $6.53. Will you be paying with cash or credit?"

"Cash." When Clary looked up to grab the cash, she noticed that he was still staring at her. Not in the creepy kind of war, but in an admiring way.

Clary cleared her throat and said, "Ok sir, what is your name, so I know what to call you when it's ready." Clary asked as she looked into his smoldering eyes. They really were beautiful.

"My name is Jace Herondale, but please just call me Jace."

"Ok Jace, your drink will be ready in 3 minutes."

When Jace walked away, Clary went about making his drink, and she noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was still looking at her. She tried to fight the blush that was creeping on her skin, but she couldn't stop it from coming. He must have noticed because she saw a smirk form on his lips.

When Clary called his name to come and get his drink, he said, "I haven't noticed you the previous times I have come in." His voice is as smooth as honey while having a hint of toughness to it, Clary thought.

"Oh, I usually only work every other day from 3-8 but I'm covering my friends shift today." Clary didn't know why she had just told him her work schedule, but she didn't know if he cared because his face showed no emotion. It was completely indifferent.

As he reached for his cup he said, "Have a good night …"

"Clary."

"Have a good night Clary." She watched him get into the back of an expensive-looking car while she stood there starstruck. She knew she was going to have dreams about that man.


He came by every day of her shift for 2 weeks to order the same venti black coffee. The only difference is that he would order it at 7 pm rather than at midnight. He would talk to her and ask her questions about her college and her life in general when it wasn't busy.

When it was busy, he would sit at the table that was unofficially marked as his and talk on the phone. Every night he would drive her back to her dorm room. In the beginning, she would tell him she was fine and that she would walk, but he would always insist, so she agreed. She probably shouldn't have so quick now that she thinks of it because he could have been a sicko murderer.

"I want to take you out on a date," he said to her all of a sudden causing her eyes to widen in shock.

"What, is it so hard to believe that I would want to take a beautiful woman like yourself out for dinner?" he said while gazing into her eyes. They were parked outside of Clary's dorm building and her hand had been on the handle to exit the vehicle.

"Why me?" She didn't want to be a cliché but she had to ask. Why out of all the girls he could have, did he choose her? She wasn't stupid. She had looked him up after the first night they met, and she knew that he has rich. Like billionaire worthy rich. He was young and owned the largest automobile company in the world.

"Because your different from all the other women I have been with."

Clary was even more hesitant after he had said this because she knew that the 26-year-old man liked to get around. He must have noticed her hesitate because, with a smirk, he said, "Although I would love to know what you taste like, I would rather get to know you as a person first before we even think about taking that step." Clary blushed stronger than she has ever done before.

"We?" Clary asked Jace raising both eyebrows. She couldn't do just one.

"We." Jace stared at her with such intensity that she had to look down to try to contain her blush although she doubted it worked.

She looked up and studied him for a minute before finally saying, "Ok, how about Saturday at 7."

"Sounds great, I will pick you up here then." He gave her no time to reply as he stepped out of the car, walked to her door, opened it, and bent down to kiss her goodnight on the cheek.

"I will see you soon, chérie."

Clary's heart was beating out of her chest as she walked up to her dorm room. She could feel his eyes staring at her, but she didn't dare turn around in fear that she would just jump his bones right there for everyone to see.


It was now 5 pm on Saturday and Clary had made sure to complete all of her coursework during the week to make sure it did not interfere with tonight. Clary had been flipping through her closet for a good half hour before she groaned in frustration.

"That's it, I'm canceling," Clary exclaimed loudly just as Izzy walked back into their dorm room.

"What why?" Isabelle looked at Clary quizzically.

"Because I have nothing to wear, I just have this feeling like he is going to take me somewhere really fancy and I have nothing to wear for anything so fancy. What do I do?" Clary nearly cried out.

"Ok, just breathe and let me help you. Did you forget who your best friend was?" Izzy said with a bright smile.

"Thanks, Izzy."

"Of Course, now let's get you all hot so that gorgeous rich man won't be able to take his eyes off of you."

"Ok," Clary said with a laugh.

They spent the next 15 minutes searching through Clary's closet for the perfect outfit until they stopped and realized that although she had an amazing wardrobe, she didn't have anything fancy enough for what Jace probably wanted.

"Ok relax my dear friend, I think I have something for you," Issy said as she went to her side of the room. It was almost 6 and Clary felt like she wouldn't make it.

"Ahah, found it," Issy said as she pulled a garment back out of the back of the closet and held it up.

"This is perfect for you, especially since you have filled out more, here try it on," Issy said.

Clary reached for the bag and put the dress on. At this point, she figured nothing could hurt. She has already showered and applied the best smelling lotion and perfume she owned.

She slipped the golden satin evening gown on her body and looked in the mirror, it was beautiful. It hugged every curve she had and was ruffled in the front while having a low back (Isabelle's dress she wore for Alec's wedding to Lydia).

"Issy this is beautiful, why haven't you ever worn it?" Clary asked in amazement as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror.

"I ordered it in a few sizes smaller and so it never fit. I didn't want to get rid of it though because it felt like it might come in handy." Isabelle said with a smile.

"Well thank you so much for letting me borrow it."

"You can have it, now it's 6:10, and we need to do your makeup and hair so sit down and let's get started."

"Ok."

An hour later, Isabelle styled Clary's hair to give her curls the beautiful wet look that she had always admired. It reached down to her waist because of minimal shrinkage. Only Isabelle could do her hair so well. She had styled her makeup to compliment her gold dress. She added a smokey eye and mascara but paired it with a mixture of nude and gold eyeshadow and nude lips.

It balanced out perfectly and she looked wonderful. She put on her gold stilettos that she only wore for special occasions, her gold hoops, and the tiny gold chain that she got from her mother. She felt like a princess wrapped in gold.

"Thank you, Is, I look great thanks to you," Clary said.

"No problem, now go downstairs it's the perfect time to be fashionably late."

"Ok bye Isabelle," Clary said with a laugh.

When Clary walked down to the main level of her dorm room, she saw Jace waiting for her in an all-black tux. It made him look sexier than he already does. He turned around when he heard her heels softly hitting the tile of the floor. He just stared at her for the longest time and the person on the other end of his conversation was still talking.

"James, let me call you back," Jace said as he hung up with a finality that didn't give this as a chance to respond. He continued staring at her for a long time until he started walking right towards her. He didn't stop until they were so close that she had to tilt her head up to look him in the eyes.

"What are you wearing?" Jace asked with so much bass in his voice that it made her shiver, and not from being cold.

"Why? Do you not like it?" Clary asked as she leaned a little closer to him.

"I love it but it's only going to make it harder than it already is to keep my thoughts pure tonight," Jace said as reached for her waist and pulled her close.

"I'm sorry," Clary said without any sincerity. She felt special knowing that she made him react this way.

Jace chuckled as he said, "Are you ready to go?" He had never stepped back.

"Yes."

"Wait, Clary, you forgot your purse," Isabelle said as she had appeared out of nowhere.

Clary stepped away from Jace and reached for her purse while saying,

"Oh, thank you, Issy."

"You're very welcome, who is this?" Isabelle asked with a knowing smirk.

"Issy this is Jace, Jace this is Issy," Clary said as she introduced them to each other.

They greeted each other politely before Clary and Jace started walking to his very expensive-looking car.

"Wait, let me take a picture of you to," Isabelle said with a smile on her face.

"Issy," Clary groaned.

"It's ok cherie, let her have her fun...and then we can have ours," Jace whispered that last part into her ear making Clary blush from ear to ear. Isabelle took a few pictures of them, none of which contained Jace smiling because he was too serious for that. When Clary and Jace finally got in the car, Jace put his hand on her satin-covered thigh and left it there the whole time.

Clary thought it was sexy how he had one hand on the wheel with eyes on the road with another gripping and rubbing her thigh. Clary had never felt as happy and content as she had at that moment.

Please leave honest constructive criticism because I believe honesty is better than comfort.

Please forgive me for the grammatical errors, I tried to fix as many as I could, but I'm not that good at grammar.

Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments Franchise and Java Jones, I own the story line and plot.