A/N: Hey guys, just a quick heads up! I'm in a program called the Young Marines and I will be going to their boot camp for the next ten Saturdays, learning the ways of a Marine. I think of it as practice for when I get into the Air Force.

Anyway, with school and focusing on the boot camp, updates will be really really REALLY slow.

So, I ISH SOWWY! D:

Anyway, here's the next chapter :D It

REDIT: 4/1/13~ HOLY CRAP! I've been looking for this file forever! Now, I can finish writing the chapter! Yay! Sorry for the wait peeps! Ok, this chapter is short because it's building up suspense for the next chapter.

Chapter 8

I Got You

Clary Fray

About sixty-five results popped up on the Facebook search. And not one of the girls had long, red hair.

Maybe she dyed her hair… Jace thought.

During the summer of their seventh grade year, Simon had told him the police raided the compound where Valentine resided, but found it completely empty except for a few pieces of artwork.

Jace knew Clary was an exceptional drawer, but he was surprised to see that the pictures were of him, Izzy, Tessa, Maia, Alec, and Simon. He had took it back home and kept it hidden in his room.

He wanted to kick himself for not even thinking about looking for her. She still thought about him, the pictures proved that much. So, he wouldn't stop thinking about her.

Jace Wayland refused to give up. Yes, there wasn't much he could do since he was still a kid, but he had to try. That summer he, Simon, and Izzy went up to Luke's farm house in the country.

Unfortunately, the trio found the farm house in disarray. All of the rooms had been ransacked, furniture was turned over, and the electricity wouldn't work.

Now, they were back to square one.

Now, Jace and Izzy were about to start their junior years and Alec his senior year. It had discouraged them all that they or the police hadn't found a lot of evidence in the disappearance of Clary and her family.

Five years had gone by and Jace still went to the tree where he and Clary first met.

He would never stop.

"Jace, come on! We're gonna be late for school." Izzy yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm comin'!" He yelled back. Jace wasn't ready for the new school year. To him it was the same as always. Football, school, parties, more school, college decisions…it was very overwhelming.

At school, he'd sometimes wonder what classes Clary would be taking or what she would think if she had this specific teacher. Jace knew he should move on. He wanted to move on, but he couldn't.

Yes, there were other girls, but none would be anything like Clary.

*( Meanwhile)*

Simon took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. His palms were sweaty and shaking and his face was hot. Simon had to be calm. He didn't know what made him more nervous. The fact that he was skipping school, he was in the bad part of town, or-

"Get out and put your hands up." A gruff voice said. Simon had been absorbed into his thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to the ugly man.

Simon nodded his head and got out of the van. He was glad that Eric was letting him borrow it for today. Simon walked out to the abandoned storage unit right in front of him. The man told him to wait there and then he went back inside the storage unit.

Stay calm! They aren't going to hurt me! But-

Simon's breath caught in his throat as he saw two men pushing a short girl, with a black bag over her head, out towards him. Inside the storage unit, Simon could catch a faint glint of silver hair.

The two men pushed the girl to the ground, but Simon caught her in time. She began to cry and she latched onto him. "S-Simon?"

"Sshh, it's ok. I'm here now. I got you." Simon patted her on the head. A tear came down his face. All the remorse and regret he felt over the years were finally pouring out.

"Get outta here. Or the boss will shoot both of ya'" One of the men said. Simon took the girl by the hand and led her back to the van.

Once inside, Simon took the bag off her head. Red curls spilled out around her shoulders and her big green eyes peered up at Simon.

Clary's face was pale, her lips were cracked and bleeding and she was shaking. Simon wanted to ask a billion questions. Where did she go? What happened to the house? Where were her mom and Luke? But all he could say was-

"I'm so sorry, Clary." Simon hugged his old childhood friend. Clary circled her arms around him and squeezed him.

"It's fine. We were just kids then…Let's start over, Simon."

Simon pulled away to look at her and saw that she too was crying. "Uh, I'm taking you to my place. You can stay there and recuperate." Simon said nervously. He didn't want to say anything that might set her off.

"Thanks, Si. Honestly." Clary smiled. It was a forced smile however.

Simon was glad that Clary was back and alive. But, he was afraid. Looking at her now, he knew Clary wasn't the same girl that disappeared five years ago.

A/N: Next chapter: Clary tells Simon bits and pieces of what happens to her. Then she meets everyone again. A tearful reunion! Blah blah blah!

Updated: 4/1/13 HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!