A/N: Okay so I felt really bad about not getting this out yesterday but an emergency came up and I had to be there and I had it written and ready to post! I was so frustrated and plus, I was not generally happy with this chapter towards the end but for now, it's going to have to do. As for ButteryHighlights (love the name by the way) I would love for you to look over my chapters! I was going to PM you yesterday actually but that didn't work out so well. Anyways, I'll leave you all to read, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Cassandra Claire owns the Mortal Instruments and I don't which is very depressing to say in the least.

Jace POV:

Giggling. I could hear giggling from the other room. No, not just anybody's giggling. it was her. I cringed as I could hear Clary from the other room probably laughing at something Raphael said. Izzy wanted me to stay the night last night so I could at least try to be friends with Clary again. Yeah right, like she'd ever want me as a friend after what happened when we broke up. It would be extremely hard to be with her and be only her friend because God only knows how I want to be more than friends with her again.

I rolled out of the tangled sheets on the guest bed in Izzy and Clary's apartment and put on my clothes. When I began to make the bed I could hear Cary giggle again but it sounded off, not like she used to sound. Almost unhappy. It made me mad nonetheless that the stupid bastard, Raphael, was around her all the time making her happy when that should have been him. She was his dammit. Wait what? No Jace you can't keep thinking like that. You were the one that broke up with her remember? Like I could ever forget.

I ran my fingers through my hair and opened the door to step outside into the hallway. I looked into Clary's room to see Raphael's stuff in her room. He must have spent the night and that made his blood boil at the thought of Clary in another man's arms. He was about to walk into Izzy's room and get her up so he wouldn't be alone with them two but instead found himself looking at the door to the room beside Clary's. The door was closed and Izzy said to not open it under any circumstances because that was a private room for private eyes only. That only made his curiosity worse.

He was reaching his hand out to the knob and was slowly twisting it until Raphael appeared behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked. I turned around to see him in sweat pants and no shirt. Go figure. When he looked into his eyes, though, he could see fury in them. Almost like if Jace went in that room, Raphael would have to kill him. Odd. What was behind this door that was so much of a big deal that he couldn't look? As Jace realized he hadn't answered his question, he went with his normal Jace charm.

"Looking around of course, is that so much of a problem?" he smirked.

"Yes because this isn't your apartment and if you were told to stay out, you should listen. Why are you even here anyway?" he said with venom dripping from his voice.

"Sheesh, don't get your panties in a wad. Izzy wanted me to stay the night. Why did you come up here? Trying to see me naked? You should know that all you had to do was ask. I don't typically roll that way but I can't help show off all my good looks," I winked at him.

"Oh god just shut up. You haven't changed a bit have you?"

"Not even a bit. Now if you please excuse me, I'm hungry and I'm going to eat." I was almost to the living room when he called out to me.

"Jace?" I turned around looking at him standing in the doorway of Clary's room.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you really here?"

"I wanted to see my family again." Raphael flinched at the word family.

"Well I'm telling you right now Jace Wayland that if you think you're going to get Clary back your mistaken. You broke her to pieces and I won't watch that happen to her again, especially by you. You missed out on more than you can ever imagine and soon when you find out, you'll probably walk away again and hurt her more. You better watch your back." And with that, he went into Clary's room and closed the door. I shook my head at his threat. Like I would ever leave Clary for anything ever again. I kept telling people I was here for Alec and Izzy and that was true but I was mostly here for Clary.

This is exactly why when I got to the kitchen, my spirits immediately lifted when I saw her. I was watching her concentrate on her drawing, a strand of red hair in her eyes that took all my self-control not to push it out of her face. After she realized she wasn't alone in the room anymore, she looked up and stared at me with her emerald green eyes.

"When did you get here?" She sounded surprised but I didn't blame her. She didn't know I stayed the night. I didn't want another one of our conversations awkward again so I decided to be myself for her like I used to be.

"I stayed last night in the guest room after Izzy begged me to stay." She giggled and this time, her laugh sounded real again.

"I'm sure she begged you to stay. More like told you." She made quote marks with her fingers when she said 'begged.' I put a hand over my heart and faked looking hurt.

"How dare you think that I ever listen to anyone," I crossed my arms over my chest. "I do whatever I want and no one can make me do anything." She giggled again.

"You look like a stubborn little boy Jace. Keep it up and we might need to worry about your health. I'm pretty sure you're not five," she joked.

"And how do you know how I would be if I was five? For all you know I could be acting six." She paled for a second before composing herself again and shook her head. It felt good to actually act like myself again. It's been so long since I've actually talked to people without being a complete and total ass. I know I'm an ass in general but ever since I haven't been with Clary, I made everyone hate me to protect myself from heartbreak again.

"So what are you up to today?" She asked me, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Nothing I don't think. Maybe I can hang out with Alec and Magnus later." I heard Raphael enter the room and snort.

"Those two love birds can't keep their hands off each other. You might want to rethink your game plan." Wow, have they gotten worse? Seems like it the way he was talking. It was also strange that Raphael was being nice to me for the first time since I got here but I'm pretty sure it was just for Clary. My suspicions were confirmed as Clary returned drawing and Raphael sent me the evil eye. I just raised one eyebrow and rolled my eyes. He scoffed and left the kitchen, leaving me and Clary alone again. What a fucking pussy for always walking away.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." Clary suddenly announced after sneezing pretty hard. This was a shock to me. Clary always stuck to her drawing until she finished even if she had to use the bathroom. I guess Raphael was right and things really do change. She closed her sketchpad and ran into the living room to use the attached powder room. I chuckled at her and how fast she was going to make it in time. Women. I'll never understand them.

I pulled out a chair at the island to sit down when I noticed that she left her sketchpad on the counter. I was curious to look in it but knew it was wrong. Clary always let me look at what she drew when we were dating but would constantly tell me how she only let me look at them. I couldn't help it. I had to look and see her drawings and see her thoughts. But usually though she would just draw what she would see around her.

The first page that I looked at was dated about five years ago, two days after we broke up. It showed a girl all alone with shadows around her that had hands reaching out to grab her. The picture was dark and sinister but I couldn't see her face. I flipped the page and saw it dated about a few months later and I saw the girl again and couldn't see her face. She was badly bruised and was in a corner with her legs hugged up to her chest and her head rested on them. The shadows were there this time again and were reaching further to grab her. The next picture was just a few months later with the same girl and her bruises were gone and she was standing, facing the shadows with her hair covering half her face. She was holding something in her arms. The bundle against her chest was colored bright and vibrant and was the first sign of color in all of her pictures he's seen so far. The shadows seemed to start to retreat at the sudden ball of light almost like it was pushing them away.

What he saw next was what made him confirm his assumption. Dated a few weeks later, the girl was in a chair, rocking her ball of light and her face was pointed down, looking at the bundle. At that moment he realized it wasn't a bundle at all that it was a baby and the baby was shining brighter, making the shadows disappear. The next picture he saw was dated a few days ago and it showed a boy, the baby now grown up a little, at a piano. The girl had her back turned to the picture and was cocking her head to the side a little, tentatively listening. What was puzzling was that the piano and the boy looked so familiar but he was positive he's never seen the boy before.

The last picture was the one she was drawing today. The girl was back in it with her head in her hands as she was standing at a crossroads. The left one had three people, her, the boy and someone else, walking away together and you could tell they were happy by the way the road was drawn, with happiness. On the other road, it was dark and it showed her crouched on the ground with the little boy hovering over her and looking down in defeat. The other person was walking away but didn't act sad about leaving them there. There was a sign above the girl at the beginning of the crossroads that said 'what is good can be evil and evil can be good but must let fate decide what is pure and what isn't meant to be.' That's when Jace realized the girl at the beginning must be thinking of the outcomes of a choice she will make.

Before he could think any more about what he was seeing he heard Clary stumble into the kitchen, almost falling on her face before she righted herself. I quickly put the sketchpad where it was currently occupied before I picked it up and watched Clary sit down. I wasn't sure if Clary saw me looking in her sketchpad or not and I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. I really wanted to ask about them, badly.

"Hey Jace?" Clary asked.

"Yeah?" I hesitated, hoping it wasn't about the sketchpad.

"I'm really hungry and I mean, I skipped breakfast and everything but now it's lunch time and there's no food and-" she trailed off.

"Let me guess, you want to go out to lunch? I completely understand, I'm starving too. What about Raphael?"

"He's leaving soon." She played with a string on her shirt and looked down at her shoes as she spoke. I walked up to her and lifted her chin to look at me in the eyes. I heard her intake of breath and it made my heart beat faster.

"You don't have to be nervous Clary, I know when we last saw each other it was really bad but I really want to work this out with you," I ran my hand through my hair. "I know I screwed up and I understand if you don't want to speak with me again but just give me this one chance please, I just want to make it right. I can't live without you." She stared at me for a second and I thought she was going to tell me to go away before she pulled me into a hug. I immediately put my arms around her and laid my head on her shoulder, feeling at peace. We both sighed in comfort at the familiar feeling of one another.

When we eventually pulled away, I saw that she was crying. I quickly wiped them away with the pad of my thumb and rested my forehead on hers hoping that calmed her down like it used to. I know I was being way to touchy and moving really fast into this but I couldn't help it and I could tell she couldn't either. It's been too long.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked her.

"Nothing, I just really missed you Jace." I pulled away and looked at her in the eyes, giving her my sweetest and most sincere smile.

"I really missed you too." She smiled back and then we decided to leave because our stomachs were protesting. On the walk to Taki's, she would tell me all about New York and the great things about this city. I couldn't help that the whole time she was telling me about this place, I felt guilty. Guilty about leaving her to come here alone when we were supposed to get to know this city together. Guilty about all the things I gave up. Where would we be now if I hadn't left? Would we be in a relationship? Married? Children? No, scratch that last one. I won't want kids for a long time. I had a lot more to do in life for now and one thing would be getting back with Clary. All these years I was so torn with trusting Sebastian and trusting Clary but when she told me the rundown version of what happened just looking in her eyes told me she was telling the truth.

Sebastian had his hands on her trying to take away what was mine. She was mine and I'm not afraid to admit that I felt like she belonged to me and yes, that sounds possessive but I loved her. I still do. That's why if I hear Raphael had his hands all over her too, shit's going to go down but Isabelle told me they were just friends so I hoped that was true. Clary may not admit it but deep down, I know she still loves me too. I know her too well to know how she feels and that's one of the things Raphael was wrong about. I still know Clary.

As we approached Taki's I started to think about how I was going to get revenge on Sebastian for what he did. He left this morning but I can still find him. I know I'm going to have to do something to the son of a bitch.

I opened the door to the casual restaurant and let Clary go in first. She sprinted towards a booth and eagerly sat down and waited for our waitress. I chucked at looking at her run for the second time today, it was adorable.

"What are you laughing about," she playfully asked me.

"You, I'm pretty sure if you run like that again the cuteness is going to be through the roof."

"Shut up! I can run I'm just prancing like a lady should." I burst out laughing.

"Prancing? Really," I took a breath. "You do not act like a lady any other time."

"And how would you know?" She put her hands on her hips. I just raised an eyebrow and she scoffed.

"Some things really don't change do they?" She asked me.

"No, they really don't." We ordered our food after our waitress, Kaelie, came and got our order also reminding Clary that she had to work tomorrow. I'm pretty sure she was the one Sebastian brought home the other night but I wasn't paying attention to anything other than Clary that night. We joked and talked for a while before I realized it was two and the day was going away so fast. Clary was currently drinking her chocolate milkshake, texting someone furiously. As soon as she was finished with the text and waited for the reply, I decided to ask her the question that was itching at me all day.

"So Clary," I cleared my throat.

"Yeah?" I took a breath.

"Is there anything going on between you and Raphael? I don't mean to sound intrusive or anything you don't have to tell me I'm just curious." I looked down at my hands and waited until she spoke.

"No, it's honestly fine Jace everyone thinks we're together and we're not. Yes we may kiss each other sometimes or sleep together but just sleep nothing else," she quickly added. "I could never be more with Raphael because you have my heart Jace." I looked up and for the millionth time today I stared into my favorite pair of green eyes. I was upset that Raphael and her kissed, no matter how lame that is, but I was glad that she still loved me too. She looked down at her hands just like I did a moment ago.

"Jace there's something I have to tell you and we won't work out or be happy or ever have a chance to be in a relationship again if I don't tell you. If you don't want to be together after this then that's fine with me, you can walk away." I blinked for a few moments.

"Nothing Clary and I mean nothing will ever make me leave you again. I just can't do it." This seemed to give her some confidence in herself as she took a deep breath and opened her mouth but no words came out because Izzy came in at that exact moment.

"So what are you guys up to? Heard you and Clary are catching up so that reminded me that I want to take you out shopping today Jace. This is the city and I'm totally making you catch up on fashion." My mouth was wide open. Izzy never, ever, made me do anything with her that involved fashion. I dressed fine and I know I did, but with my looks I could be wearing a sheet and no one could care. Clary just looked at her, eyes wide with shock as well and her fingers nervously tapped the table.

"What are you doing?" Clary asked Isabelle.

"You know exactly what I'm doing." Then this exactly made since. The person Clary was texting was Isabelle and she was coming here to stop her but why? What was she about to say? Did Isabelle not think she was ready to tell me what she needed to say?

"Well then I'll be on my way, bye Jace!" Clary called before running quickly out the door. I turned to Izzy.

"What was that about?" I asked angrily. "Can't you just let her get it out! Now she won't be able to tell me!" Isabelle sighed.

"I know which is exactly why I did it. I think it would be better if she waited for a while. Trust me Jace you have no idea what you have done. Yes both of you had broken hearts but Clary had much more and you'll find out soon enough." I slammed my hands on the table and stood up.

"She is not walking away from me again and I won't let her. I don't care what it is." She just shook her head.

"Jace you should know better than anyone that Clary can't emotionally handle things very well. Her blackouts got very bad since you have left and they only get worse as time goes on. Give her time to calm down." I stared pointedly at her.

"She said I deserved to know this, that I deserve to find out so why are you trying to stop this? Do I not deserve to know? Why don't you tell me?" She just sighed.

"Yes, you do but I can't tell you. She has to."

"So what am I supposed to do?" She looked at me and never broke contact with my eyes and finally looked away, looking disgusted with what she was about to say.

"I think I should just show you."

Sebastian POV:

Clary is such a fucking wimp. She couldn't even tell her baby's father that he actually had a child. This was hilarious. She better be glad she didn't tell Jace yet because when he knows, he'll leave. I know he will. And when he does, I'll apologize like the good little boy I am and I can pick up the pieces of Clary's broken heart and have her to myself, but the boy will be disposed of. Of course, if Jace choses to stay then he will be making the worse decision of his life because Clary is mine and he will have to die too.

As I sat in a booth, a few feet away from where Jace and Isabelle are I just get up and walk out the door to think of my plan. Yes, revenge will be sweet. Now to just watch and wait.

A/N: Okay, yes I know some of you may be mad at me about the whole Jace not wanting children right now and how Clary won't tell him yet but do you blame them? Jace is only 24 and usually guys don't really want to start a family right away, especially Jace. This also isn't the totally cocky, mean, and arrogant Jace we see from TMI. This is a warm and sweet Jace that I love the most and truly when your heart is broken, you kind of can't help but be that way but he's a guy so he can at least be a little cocky and egoistical. As for the Clary situation, she has a lot on her shoulders right now and you have to remember that she's afraid of losing him again and she's worried for her son and her both! Keep your patience. What do you think Isabelle is up to and what will Sebastian do next? Hmm, secrets.

Until next time!