authors note; so this chapter is a little bizzarre, even i'll admit that. . . i wrote it over the span of the entire day, so, sorry for the late update (for me anyway), i had school. bleh. so, wow, many new comments. =]

LOVE IS THE REASON X3; yeah, the whole pillow thing was because i was exhausted and just wanted to go to sleep, lol. so, what better way to bring on the sleep than a pillow fight. xD

livindncngdream; nah, they're together, i just haven't made it that obvious because i need to reread city of glass to make sure i can get it all right. lol, i'm a perfectionist like that i guess. lol. i hope though, that i can start pullin' out the whole romantic jace card sooner rather than later. just have to figure out how. and to answer your second question, the title is one of my favourite lyrics in the song Angels On The Moon - Thriving Ivory, i just love that song, the original title was angles in new york, but i figured, nah, cheesy.

arisa0,bonesashesglass,teamedward02,wannabeafictionalcharacter; thanks for the comments y'all =] it's definitely fun to write the whole clary x jace thing now with a free heart. it makes me smile. and yes, i've always wondered if they had a demon like that, so, when they never mentioned one, had to make one myself. lol. bonesashesglass; i hope you didn't run out of food while you were campin' lol. -hands cookies to everyone who commented or favourited- =]

now, the next chapter.

Clary wasn't fully awake when she realised that she couldn't roll over on Friday morning. Blinking slightly in confusion, she also realised that she was a lot warmer than she usually was in the mornings. Twisting her head around, she saw the reason.

"You stayed." Her voice sounded sleepily happy.

Jace's blond, sleep-shagged hair covered his eyes just slightly, but when he blinked, he leaned up and kissed her. "Yes I did." She smiled at him, blinking to wake herself up, and then sat bolt upright.

"You stayed." This time, her voice was somewhat panic-y. Jace propped himself up on an elbow and gently brushed the hair out of her face, an easy smile on his face.

"Haven't we already discovered that? Don't worry, your mom doesn't know, neither does Luke." This made her relax a little, she could feel Jace running his hands gently through her hair, and she could hear the scream of a kettle in the kitchen as the water came to a boil, it was so odd that she could have both at the same time. Leaning back down against her pillow, she let Jace wrap his arms around her, pulling her against his chest, she wanted to just curl up against him and go back to sleep, and, the time that read out on the clock said that she could probably get about another half hour of sleep before she had to get up, but, now that she realised that Jace was still here, she didn't know whether or not she wanted to go back to sleep, but, she did want to stay curled up, in the safety of his arms.

Resting her head back on the pillow, she didn't even realise that she'd fallen asleep until Jocelyn was shaking her arm to wake her up forty-five minutes later. "Clary, time to get up, you have school." Muttering, Clary turned over on her bed, immediately noticing that Jace was long gone and sighed.

"I know, I'm getting up. . ." Was the oh so enthusiastic response. Jocelyn nodded and then headed back out of the room, her robe flurrying in the disturbed air as she walked. Clary sighed, looking up at the ceiling and then kicked the sheets off of her and rolled off the bed, landing with a soft thud on the wooden floors. Time to start yet another day.

Stepping out of Luke's truck, she waved goodbye to her mother who sat behind the wheel, she smiled and waved back, and then Clary shut the door, turning right into an eager Simon, a grin on his face.

"You'll never guess." He sounded like a puppy who wanted her tennis ball thrown.

"Well, seeing as you didn't even wait to tell me at my locker, it's something important. What is it?" She was laughing, her eyes looking at her best friend as they walked up the stairs to the front door of the school.

"The Zesty Lemons got booked!" He was practically squeaking. Clary had to put her hand on his shoulder just to make sure he didn't start jumping up and down.

"Are you sure this place is real? You remember last time. . . " Last time that Simon had gotten this excited about their band getting booked, it ended up turning out to be one of the guys on the football team prank calling them, they showed up at an empty lot in a run down little neighbourhood. . . Simon had shown up at Clary's house later that night cursing out the mailbox he was so pissed. One thing that the football team had learned was, don't piss off a band, one thing the band had learned was, don't try to start a fight with the football team. . . It was amusing to look back on, but, was horrible at the time.

Walking with Simon into their first hour class, she couldn't help but smile when she saw Jace sitting in the back of the classroom, his eyes looking out the window out onto the courtyard below. Simon sighed and waved Clary off, basically saying, 'fine, ditch me, go be with your boyfriend.' But Clary made a point of sticking by Simon's side until they got closer to Jace, at which point he turned around and smiled at her.

"So Izzy called me last night, said that she went in to make dinner and came out with the food and everyone was gone. . ." Simon aimed his comment at Jace, but glanced at Clary none-the-less. Jace chuckled softly and shrugged.

"Didn't realise that Alec had gone over to Magnus', I thought he'd at least stay to support his sister. . . Guess I was wrong. Interesting." Even Simon had to laugh along with Clary and Jace at this comment. Sitting down in the desk in the middle, Clary finally was able to set her book bag down on the ground just as the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. Their over the top enthusiastic art teacher glided into the classroom, her bright blond hair accented with bits of hot pink throughout it like confetti over snow. It was an eclectic look that was for sure, but, frighteningly enough, it suited the woman.

"Okay everyone, today, we are going to keep looking at your drawing styles, so, why don't each of you go get a piece of paper from the back and begin to draw." Her voice held a native New Yorker accent, and it amazed Clary that she still didn't have said accent. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as the mob of students went towards the stacks of paper against the back wall of the classroom, said mob including Simon, who Jace had convinced to get him a piece of paper while he was up, and it just made Clary all the more thankful she had her sketchpad in her bag.

Looking down at the blank sheet, she contemplated on what she was going to draw for this class period, she wanted it to be something where it would have a story, yet show enough background that she didn't need to explain it all.

"Please pardon this interruption, will you send Clary Fray to the office for a moment?" Clary looked up in slight amazement when she heard her name come over the PA, but Miss. Llenoweyth just waved her out the door before she could be confused enough for Jace to say something to her. Running her hand over the back of her neck, she headed out the door and down the long hallway that she'd never noticed how ominous it was until she was having to head to the door at the other end.

The secretary didn't look to be in a good mood when she walked in, but looked up at her all the same. "Clarissa Fray?" Clary nodded and the secretary pointed to the phone. "Line 2." Well, this was better than getting yelled at by the office for some reason. Picking up the phone, she leaned against the counter, phone at her ear, overstretched cord reaching almost her knees.

"Hello?"

"Did a demon get into the bookstore last night?"

"Luke?"

"Clarissa, answer me. Did a demon get into the bookstore while your mother and I were out?" Clary had almost forgotten about the demon to be honest.

"Yes. . . bu-"

"Were you hurt?" Clary shook her head despite the fact that he couldn't see her.

"No. Jace was there, we took care of it."

"Promise me, next time that a demon gets into the bookstore, you'll call either Jocelyn or I, you both could have been killed if it was the demon it looks like it was." She couldn't help but think of both her and Jace being flung against the bookshelves and walls, the blood pooling from the wound in his neck. . .

"Yes sir." Her voice was more sollomn now, she knew just how dangerous,

"Make Jace make the same promise as well."

"I'll tell him. . ." She couldn't believe that Luke had actually called the school because of this, risked quite a bit in doing it too, what with the fact that she was standing in the middle of the office. She heard him say goodbye, and then the harsh click into the silence that followed. Lowering the phone away from her ear, she nodded a goodbye to the secretary and then made her way out of the office, back down the long hallway and into the art room.

Slumping into her desk, she put her arms over her head and just sat there until she felt Jace's hand on her back, and Simon's on her head.

"What'd the office need?" It was Simon, raising her head, she shook it, making her hair flurry around her head.

"It wasn't the office, it was Luke, he found out about the d- thing last night. . . He was furious that we didn't mention it." She cast a look over at Jace, not an accusing look, just a look.

Simon looked from Jace to Clary and then back again, he was confused and it was obvious against his face. "What kind of thing last night?" Now his voice even sounded similar to Luke's, but Jace silenced him with a firm glare, the subject was dropped at that point, letting Clary just look back to her semi-started drawing. It was the most basic of human sketches, just the main outlines.

Picking her pencil off the desk, she continued to draw, making the man take a more specific shape, he had wings curling around him, but, they weren't fully around him yet, so you could see that he was holding something in his hands, in truth, it was the mortal cup, the sword hung at his belt, but, no one would be able to realise what it was mainly because they had no clue it even existed. She just wanted to get lost in her art, get away from the guilt that she was dangling over her own head like a noose. How could she have forgotten to mention something as important as that to Luke or her mother? She wasn't normally like that. . . Mumbling under her breath, she just let her brain dissolve and dove into her drawing.