Author's note; okay, so, of course, the reason that I decided to write this was the fact that I just finished COG today, and I was sad, yet happy. The end of an era –tear- But, on a happier note, here's chapter 2. xD You can find out what happened after the cliffy, which, I didn't realise I had in there until I went back and reread it.

Jace stood above Clary, bent down on one knee on the rock on a little outcropping of the hill, his hand reached down to help her up. She regretted wearing the nice dress tonight, again longing for the comfort of jeans. She pondered how she was going to get up on the rock, even with Jace's help, she couldn't see a way. Muttering under her breath, she looked up at him, an apologetic smile on her face. Jace just chuckled and jumped down; hm, she'd forgotten about his ability to jump. He bowed like an old-timey gentleman and then swooped her up into his arms.

She knew that she was small and everything, but he had just gotten out of the hospital and all.

"Jace, you sure you should be doing this?" She asked, watching as he just rolled his eyes and then jumped back onto the rock. Setting her down on her feet, he let his hand linger on her back for just a moment and then he dropped his arm to his side, his eyes looking out over the glass city.

Clary stood where Jace had set her down and watched as he walked over to the edge of the stone, his arms crossed over his chest and the light breeze ruffling his hair, he looked so. . . sad wasn't really the right word, but, pensive. For a moment, Clary didn't know whether or not he was wanting her to walk over and join him, or if he even remembered she was still there, either way, he didn't give her an answer, but, she still walked over towards him.

Lacing her fingers through his, she looked out at the glowing city below, and then out past the demon towers and the wall. Off in the distance, you could see the faint glow of campfires as the downworlders who were still camping out somewhat near Lake Lyn settled down for the night. But, down in the city, you could see that the square had only a few stragglers remaining, and even they looked like they were heading home for the night. Leaning her head against Jace's arm, she sighed.

"I can't believe that Mom, Luke, and I are all leaving tomorrow. . . It feels like I just got here." She sighed.

"Yeah, but, as your mother said, I have the feeling we'll be back soon." This was comforting, but she still felt like she was missing something. Was We'll be back soon some sort of code or something? She didn't know, and she didn't want to spend all night thinking about that either.

"I hope so, but next time, I hope its on a lighter note. . . although, with Val- him gone, it probably will be." She didn't really know whether or not it would make Jace distant if she mentioned her father. Damn it was nice to be able to say her rather than their or our. It was nice to be able to just be together without having to watch over their shoulders, but, it'd be different, a pleasant different, yes, but different.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. A vacation or something." He offered.

She nodded, feeling her short hair tickle her bare shoulders at the movement of her head. "We can hope." She sighed, closing her eyes and just relaxing for the second time that day, just letting her mind wander.

"Y'know, even when I lived here, I always took advantage of how amazing the view was from up here. You can see just about everything there is to see. . .I can see why the Gard picked this hill to place their. . . empire, I guess up here."

Opening her eyes, Clary looked out over said view, trying to see it the way he saw it. She'd always lived in New York, used to seeing neon signs that never went out and street lights that flickered on and off throughout the night. This was an amazing sight, especially compared to that. In New York, she could see for about 100 yards from any particular window, here, it was probably about 100 miles. If not more.

"I wanted to show you this before you left, so that you could have an image that would last in your mind, who knows, maybe you can draw it." He suggested to her, not looking away from the city below.

"Thanks, I'll definitely attempt to draw it, who knows though. . ." She shrugged, shivering just slightly, the night was growing colder now that they weren't at the party, and, on top of that, they were up on a hill. Untwining his fingers from hers, Jace wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his warm body.

"Why don't we get you back to Amatis' before you get sick." She could hear the joke in there and couldn't help but laugh just lightly.

"Oh yes, the weak helpless mundane. One little breeze and she gets sick." Jace rubbed his hand against her arm, sending what felt almost like electric sparks up and down the arm itself and then all through her body. "But yeah, I should probably be getting home anyway." She sighed, almost like admitting defeat, she half wanted to just stay out here on the rock with Jace, the ruined remains of the Gard behind her, and the sprawling labyrinth before her.

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Clary stood at the open window to her bedroom at Amaris' house, her eyes looking down at the street, and the houses around this one. She didn't even realise she wasn't alone until she heard Jocelyn's voice behind her.

"The Lightwoods will be home in a little under a week." Her voice was all a-matter-of-fact like. But, it still made Clary jump slightly to hear the voice that she'd gone so long without hearing. Turning around, she leaned against the window, feeling the night air kiss her shoulders and tease the strap to her cami.

"I know. . . But it'll be weird not seeing Isabelle, Alec, Magnus. . . Jace, for all that time." She sighed, an embarrassed smile on her face. Her mom laughed softly, shaking her head.

"You'll live, I promise. And besides, you'll be a little busy catching your old mom up on everything she missed." It was nice to hear the non-shadowhunter side of Jocelyn Fairchild-Fray talking. And, it was that that caused Clary to cross the room in a few easy steps and hug her mom. Jocelyn hugged her back, burying her face in her daughter's hair. "I've missed you, Clary." She murmured into her hair.

"I've missed you too, mom."