Hey guys!

So I got some absolutely amazing reviews last chapter which just makes me realise even more how amazing you all are! So thank you all! Hopefully I replied to all your reviews, if not I'm sorry! I've been using my old phones internet which is crazily slow so I can't be on it for long; but I'll be getting internet in three weeks time when I move to go to uni!

So I have a idea for a new story...but I don't know if I should start writing it until I'm finished this story and Be my Saviour. Opinion?

Okay so I'll be putting a poll up for you guys to vote whether or not I should rate this story up to M. If it goes up to M there will be more intense Clace moments and a way crazier Raphael. If you want it to stay at T, then there'll be some Clace moments and still a crazy Raphael but not to the extent he would be if it was rated M. So guys vote and let me know! :D

This is a filler chapter, but some of the characters develop more in it!

Enjoy!

Clary's pov

I woke with a slight shake, not a rough or cold shake, but a gentle, loving one that caused me to immediately think Jace was awake, but when his soft breathing tickled the skin on my neck my thought was withdrawn. Opening my refreshed eyes quickly, they shot up to mom standing curiously next to the bed, her eyes looking closely at me and Jace.

"Mom?" I asked sleepily, pulling myself slightly out of Jace's warm embrace into a sitting position. Feeling him move faintly, I watched his sleeping form move onto his back, the blankets falling low on his washboard stomach revealing a very topless Jace-he must have gotten hot throughout the night and taken it off I assumed. I felt blush swarm into my cheeks not just at the sight of his bare chest, but because of the memories of early this morning when we finally admitted our feelings and the kiss...

"Was that really the smartest move letting him sleep like that," mom gestured to Jace, knocking me from my thoughts, before placing her hands on her hips in an alarming manner. "You both are teenagers with-"

I raised my hand to stop her. "I already recall the multiple times that you've told us that we're teenagers with hormones mom so you don't have to repeat it, but," I said smiling softly as I drew the blanket up Jaces bare chest, my fingers slightly grazing his smooth skin, "this is harmless. He must have gotten too hot."

"And sleeping so close is also harmless?" she questioned, keeping her voice low so she doesn't wake Jace.

"Why would you even consider sleeping close harmful in the first place?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Simon and I used to do it all the time yet I don't hear you complaining about that."

"But he isn't Simon, is he?" she waved at Jace's sleeping form.

I chuckled. "Mom, we were sleeping. He got hot and took off his shirt, and I've had a rough night so he comforted me because that's what friends do," I gestured between me and Jace. I started to feel uneasy about hiding our relationship from her.

I heard a soft chuckle escape her lips as she placed herself on the edge on the bed. "I see you've found your confidence again," she observed. I raised an eyebrow, questioning her statement. "Oh don't give me that look," she chuckled softly. "You must have noticed yourself that you've been acting more yourself these past few days; and last night I saw a flash of the old you."

I recalled how I felt protective of mom when Raphael was in our house, how I fought against him like the old me would have-I guess the real me was always in me but was hidden by this weaker version. I smiled up at mom. "I wasn't scared of you. I could touch you," I whispered.

A warm feeling rose into my chest when I watched as a warm smile appeared on moms face causing her faded, green eyes to sparkle. "You were never scared of me, I knew that well I eventually did, but you needed to realise that for yourself and last night you did," she commented softly, "but I still won't rush you into anything. One step at a time, right?"

I just nodded, smiling back at her.

"Right," she said standing up from the bed. "Luke is downstairs and worrying so much that he might cause himself a heart attack, so I thought since it's just after lunchtime that I'll wake you and plus we need to head down to the cop station for a formal statement later on. Detective Starkweather just called."

"Oh," I said, swinging my legs off the bed and placing my bare feet onto the cold floor. "How long do you think it'd take at the station?" Standing up, I placed a hand on the wall to steady myself feeling my head twirl in circles. A hand landed on my forearm causing me to jolt away. Glancing up, I saw mom quickly jerk back her hand as if my surprise was a pinch of pain for her. "Sorry, it's a reflex," I said quietly.

Nodding, she smiled at me before indicating for me to follow her out of the room. Following quietly behind her, I took one last look at Jace's sleeping form letting a small smile leak onto my lips.

Once downstairs, my refreshed eyes came upon a pacing Luke who seemed to be speaking quietly to Robert Lightwood in the lounge room. Stepping into the family-filled room, the bright sun shone freely through the tall windows spraying the room with warmth and light causing Luke's and Roberts shadows to engulf the opposite wall.

"Clary," Luke breathed when his eyes finally lay upon mine.

I smiled slightly as I twisted my pyjama shirt in my loose grip. "When did you get here? I didn't mean for you to rush here from Grandmas when she needs you."

Luke smiled and shook his head. "But my little girl needs me more," he said confidently.

My smile widened. Even though Luke had been in my life since I was two and I've heard him plenty of times say I was his daughter, every time still seemed to make me smile. It was times like these that I wished I could just run to him and receive his bear hugs that he gave me even since I could remember. "I'm fine though. He didn't hurt me," I said calming.

A slight frown crossed his face. "He still broke into our house and threatened you, Clary," Luke said, shaking his head. "He could have hurt you and your mother and I wasn't there to stop it if he did try."

I closed my eyes for a moment and rubbed my forehead. "He doesn't want to hurt mom, he has no interest in her," I said calmly, reopening my eyes.

"But he wants you which is still all the more concerning and worrying Clary," Luke stated, running his hands through his hair before looking back at Robert. "Couldn't the cops put Clary and Jace under witness protection?"

Robert thought for a moment before shaking his head, his black hair slightly swaying. "Raphael has only threatened them, he hasn't caused physical harm to them so the cops wouldn't see any need for witness protection," he assumed.

"A threat is the lead up to physical harm though, can't they see that?" Luke grumbled. "And what do you mean hasn't hurt her! Look at what he has done to her!"

I swallowed hard.

"It's because cops are dodgy pricks, well some of them I know that for a fact," Izzy stated as she walked in behind me and sat casually on the arm of one of the sofas.

"Isabelle, haven't your father and I taught you better than not to listen in to another's private conversation?" Maryse asked at her place beside the fireplace that was slowly dying.

"Obviously not," Izzy said sarcastically before turning serious as she looked from one face to another. "Look, I once had this friend, Eric, he was a nice enough guy but he hung with the wrong crowd. Anyway, last year him and his friend, Jonathan, got drunk and got in the car which resulting in them ending up crashing and killing a mother of two. Even though Jonathan was driving and the cops were at the scene to see that he was, his father, Valentine, stepped in with his billions of dollars and paid Jonathans way out of trouble. So since the cops needed a name to the driver they accused Eric of being the driver and since he was seventeen, he was sent to jail for drunk driving and murder whereas Jonathan got nothing."

"You can't blame all the police in America on a few dodgy cops, Isabelle," Robert said.

"But I can blame the New York police department. Come on dad, you've even heard how dodgy they are!" Izzy exclaimed.

"Now all I heard was gossip, there was no proof behind it," he said.

"Yeah, but now you have solid proof with what I just told you," Izzy stated, obviously not liking how her father wouldn't believe her.

"Isabelle, enough," Maryse said firmly.

"No, its fine Maryse," Robert said softly to her as he walked over to Izzy and placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "Sweetie, I've seen how this police department works from my own eyes and they have done an excellent job at preventing violence in New York."

She brushed off his hand and stood up. "You just don't want to believe what's actually going on behind your back," she stated crossly, looking at every other face in the room. "None of you do." With that she left in a storm.

"Honestly, don't listen to her. The cops are our best opinion to send this guy to prison," Maryse said, frowning at the door that Izzy just left out of.

"I agree with Maryse," Mom said, speaking up finally. "I met this creep last night and something about him just made me have this feeling that he's really dangerous…like killer dangerous."

"I think we all realise how much of a messed up person he is that is if he still can be classed as a human," Luke commented and pointed to me. "He molested a sixteen year old girl, what kind of person would do that?"

"A monster," I coughed out. All their heads turned towards me. "Call me when we need to go see Detective Starkweather, I'll be upstairs."

"Clary…" Mom said softly, obviously seeing how uncomfortable I was.

"I'm fine," I said forcing a smile to come out with the lie. To be honest I wasn't fine, not when they were talking about him. It was too much. "I just want to see if Isabelle is okay."

She nodded, giving me an innocent smile as she did. "Alright sweetie. Call if you need anything."

I nodded and heading quickly out of the room to leave them to dwell in their thoughts about my attacker and torturer.

Making my way up the stairs, my walk seemed to be more of a rushed one as I quickly escaped the talk about Raphael.

"Clary!" I heard a small, familiar voice speak up from the doorway as I reached the top of the stairs just as I felt a small figure crash into me with a tight hug.

My heart raced in an uneven pattern. Looking down, my eyes laid on Max; my heart beats instantly slowed. I smiled before hugging him back. "Hey Max," I cheered.

Pulling back his blue eyes questioned mine. "No one will tell me why you and your mom and dad are here. You weren't here last night but this morning you were," he investigated. Smart kid I thought.

I bent down slightly. "We're okay, you don't have to worry. I promise," I commented, trying to avoid the truth.

A crease formed on his forehead as he frowned. "You know, even though I'm young it doesn't mean you can keep things from me," he stated, folding his arms over his chest in defence. "Mom told me it was bad to keep secrets."

"Max, you stay out of other people's business," Izzy said firmly coming up behind me. "Have you finished the work mom set out for you?"

"No," Max said crossly. "I don't like math, it's too hard."

"Then go find dad, he loves it," Izzy said pushing Max slightly to egg him. "He's in the lounge. Knock first though."

Groaning Max finally agreed and left to descend down the stairs in search of his father but not before turning quickly around to me and quietly saying "I hope you're okay Clary."

Smiling softly, I watched his small form disappear. "So your mom sets him work outside school?" I questioned, turning to Izzy.

She shook her head, laughing at my frown. "We're home schooled. Dad was home schooled when he was growing up and he thought it worked like a charm for him so he decided that was for the best for us too," she voiced as she stepped from foot to foot.

I nodded before noting the crease in her forehead. "Are you okay Izzy? I believed what you said down there to our parents," I said surely.

A smile formed on her lips. "I'm happy to hear. I really can't wait for the day when something big blows and our parents realise how big of an idiot they were to question what I said," Izzy laughed. "I'm right, I'm 100 percent sure of it."

I nodded, a chuckle leaving my lips.

"Now come on," Izzy said, walking along the hallway. "Let's go to my room."

Nodding, I slowly moved behind her, forgetting about the conversation that was happening down stairs.

Once I got into Izzys room, I glanced around her bedroom noting how it hadn't changed much since the last time I had been in here. Izzy had gone straight to her closet and was ruffling through her mountain of clothes.

"What are you doing?" I asked, an eyebrow rising as I bent down and picked up a single high heel and examined how high the heel was. "How can you walk in these?"

Turning around swiftly, she took in the shoe I was holding. "With a lot of practice, but they do make my legs look good when I wear them so they're worth it," she commented as she turned back.

I laughed. "I wouldn't be able to pull something like them off. I'm too short," I commented.

"That's why," Izzy groaned trying to pull something out of her closet that seemed to be stuck. "I'm going to make you over."

"What?"

"You heard me. It'll be fun!" She gleamed.

It was my time to groan. "But I don't want to Izzy," I wined.

She looked over at me and smiled brightly. "Too bad chicken legs," she teased.

I folded my arms over my chest. "Now you're trying to get personal?" I joked.

She shrugged. "There's no getting out of it, now stop the wining or stop talking altogether," she said.

"Fine mom," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Good girl," she smirked.

Laughing, I heard a soft knock sound on Izzys door before the door was pushed open and a head with golden locks appeared in the gap. "Jace, what a surprise," Izzy smirked at him at the doorway. "I wonder why you're here."

A wide grin appeared on his face as he slipped inside and shut the door, locking it behind him. He must have just woken up because his locks were a mess but they still looked extremely irresistible making me want to run my fingers through them that much more. Just like me, he still was in his pyjamas- Boxers that hung low on his hips and a shirt pulled quickly over his muscular torso. Turning back around to look at me, his eyes gleamed. "Did you tell her?" he asked me, gesturing to Izzy.

"'Her' has a name asswipe," Izzy said sarcastically, handing him a devilish smirk. "Oh and if you're talking about you and her, I knew ages ago that you both have the hots for each other like I told you last night."

Rolling his eyes, he smirked at me as he crossed the room to me. "Actually it has developed more than to your knowledge," Jace told her, grinning at me.

"Oh how formal, Jace," Izzy said sarcastically. "Anyway, if you're meaning you're finally together then thank goodness. I couldn't put up with you looking at her like she's untouchable."

Chuckling, he ignored her pulling me into him and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Good morning," he whispered, staring into my eyes with his golden ones.

"Morning," I grinned. Grinning back, he sat down on Izzy desk chair, pulling me along with him so I was placed on his lap.

"I thought it was better to tell Izzy about us so we had one less person to try hide it from," he confessed to me as he wrapped his arms securely around my waist.

I paced my hands on top of his and laced then together as I leant back into him, feeling his steady rise of his chest against my back. "I agree," I said finally.

"You two are really quite cute together," Izzy commented watching us with a small smile appearing. "I'm happy for both of you."

"Thanks Iz," Jace said sincerely, squeezing my hands as he did.

"So what did our parents think about it since they warned you ages ago not to?" Izzy asked, ruffling back in her closet.

"About that…We're not going to tell them for a while so we're on the down low and we'll appreciate if you kept it to yourself as well," I said, turning my head to the side to look at Jace.

Looking back at us, she smirked. "Sure, but only because it'll be way more interesting when Jace gets his ass bitten off by both of our parents," she told me. "But I do support you two, even if our parents disagree with it."

"There won't be any ass biting," Jace growled, but a hint of amusement was evident in his voice as he smirked at me. "Isn't that right Clary? You won't let that happen right since you're the only one allowed access to those sorts of parts of me."

I gasped, turning around and slapping him on his chest. "You're such a dirty minded boy," I commented, trying to hide the smile from my face.

Jace laughed, his laughter rattling through his chest. "I'm sorry," Jace whispered to me, chuckling slightly. "It's just funny to watch the expressions on your face when I make any sexual comment."

"Oh setting me up for my own embarrassment, I see," I teased, leaning in and brushing my mouth against the corner of his. "Two can play at that game."

Jace raised an eyebrow. "This," he whispered, gestured to our closeness, "won't get embarrassment out of me, more like a reaction that neither of us are ready for."

I felt blush rise, but I nodded and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "But teasing you is still fun," I gleamed.

He bent down and whispered in my ear. "If teasing me includes you being close to me, I'll take all the teasing I can get."

I pulled back and giggled suddenly, covering my hand over my mouth to hide my embarrassing outburst while a smirk widened against Jace's mouth. "No lovey-dovey stuff in here please, I'd rather not have a mental picture of you two making out in here," Izzy remarked as she continued ruffling through her stuff.

I turned quickly back around so my back was against Jaces chest once again. "Sorry," I blushed.

Jace just snickered behind me at my embarrassment so I jabbed him lightly in the stomach with my elbow. "Ouch," he protested his snicker turning into a full blown laugh.

I turned around and smirked. "That teaches you to not mess with me which means no laughing."

Shaking his head, he cupped my cheek with his hand. "But I can't help it, you're just too adorable," he winked.

"Right," Izzy stood up abruptly. "I'm about to gag, get out Jace."

Jace took his eyes off me and looked at Izzy in amusement. "But why?" he said pretending to be offended.

"Because you're acting all lovey-dovey and it's weird, and quite frankly it makes me want to spew," Izzy commented, folding her arms over her chest as she clung onto a clothing item.

Jace chuckled behind me as he lifted me up from his lap and placed me in front of him before standing up himself. "Rightyoh Izzy," he commented, rolling his eyes. "I need to have a shower anyway after this one here drooled on me all night."

I turned around to him and rolled my eyes. "You know mom wasn't that impressed walking in and seeing your naked chest out in the open, especially when I was in your bed with you," I stated, a small blush rushing to my cheeks.

Cupping my cheeks, his thumbs ran over the redness in my cheeks tenderly. "Wasn't impressed? I can't see how anyone couldn't be impressed by this," he indicated to his muscular chest with his eyes, smirking as he did.

Smiling widely, I pushed him towards the door. "Always so cocky, aren't you?" I teased, poking the tongue at him.

"Only towards you baby," he smirked, as he reached for the door and winked. "Have fun with the dressaholic."

I felt my cheeks burn after hearing him call me 'baby' for the very first time. "Wow…do you two have it bad or what," Izzy commented with a grin.

"Oh shut up," I said, laughing slightly.

Holding her hands up, she grinned. "Just stating what has just been proven right now in front of my own eyes," she remarked as she threw a dress at me. "Put that on."

I lifted the soft dress up in my hand and examined it. It was a soft material with a dark flower pattern slightly covering it. It looked nice, but rather expensive. "Um, why?" I asked finally, looking back up at Izzy.

She shrugged. "Make over remember? Okay I'll be honest with you. After being home schooled all my life I haven't had the opportunity like other girls had to make girl friends. So this is me trying to do so," she commented.

I nearly choked on my own saliva. "You want to be friends with me?"

"Oh come on, don't acted too shocked," she laughed rolling her eyes.

"I'm not shocked…I'm just curious to know why?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because you aren't like any of the bimbos that roam the streets, and plus I see how happy you make Jace. I guess that just shows something because he hasn't been interested in a serious thing with a girl until you came along and well, you seem like you'd be good friendship material," she commented.

"If you look at it like that, I guess there's no harm in being friends," I said, smiling at her as I strolled over to her door to head to Jaces room to get changed while he was in the shower.

"Great! Now hurry up so you can come back, I want to tell you all about my date with Simon!"