Hey, people! I thank you for the comments, as always, and I apologize for this taking so long. Or at least, it's longer than it usually takes me. So… anyone else into America's Got Talent?... Am I the only one that was hoping that British juggler would mess up in a way? I mean, come on, he barely did it when it was all quiet, imagine if he actually won and was in the stadium, full of noisy people? Yeah, he'd mess up, and get seriously injured. I'm not sadistic or anything, but come on, everyone has a little sadism in them, don't lie. That guy, the one that sang "Someday" by Rob Thomas, was pretty good, although his voice sounded slightly shaky, or was that just me? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this, since it is the last chapter. I will be starting new story soon, but not too soon people. It will be based on the Gallagher Girls series by Ally Carter. If you haven't read it, read it, because it's really good. It's about spies, people! And it has a sexy teacher!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
Me: Ah, my last disclaimer for this story… I should make it a good one… Alright, bring it!
*Cricket noise*
Me: Um….. Hello? Anyone? No one? Seriously? There are so many people in my imagination, and not one of you will show up? Myrnin? From Morganville? Or even Shane or Clary or Eve or Michael? No? Elizabeth Darcy? Even Mr. Wickham would do! No? You guys suck!
Morgan Freeman: Hey.
Me: GOD?
Morgan Freeman: No.
Me: ?
Morgan Freeman: No.
Me: Oh….. Well, hey, what's up, Morgan Freeman?
Morgan Freeman: Not much. You were asking for someone, so I decided to answer.
Me: So you ARE God?
Morgan Freeman: No, but you were really loud.
Me: Oh… well… how's it going?
Morgan Freeman: Why aren't you excited to see me or anything? Weren't you asking for someone?
Me: Yeah, but I meant someone fictional.
Morgan Freeman: Oh… Well, I can leave if you want me to…
Me: NO! Stay, I need some material….. Um…. Aren't you going to ask me to say the disclaimer?
Morgan Freeman: No, you've already said it before, so I don't see why you need to say it again.
Me: Oh….
*Awkward silence*
Me: Well, I don't own anything, Cassandra Clare does. All I own is this particular plot. Enjoy!
Morgan Freeman: I win, sucker! I told you I'd break her without even trying!
Dimitri Belikov: Damn! You couldn't have just held on a little bit longer!
Me: o.O
An hour later, a still slightly drunk Clary walked up into the garden and saw Jace there. Twenty minutes later, they were kissing. Ten minutes after that, they were in his room. And 7 hours later, at 10 in the morning, Clary woke up with a slight headache and in bed. In Jace's bed.
Clary looked around the room, eyes wide with shock, flaming red hair all over the place. "No… We didn't… Did we…" She asked herself, whispering, afraid that someone might hear her inside his room. She whipped her head around, towards the sound of a opening door. Her eyes widen even more as Jace walks out, with nothing but a towel on, and water droplets still on his body. She wraps the blanket tighter around herself and stares at Jace. This isn't the first time she'd seen him this way, but it is the first time in 5 years. Her first instincts were to walk over to him and kiss his lips, even though she still hadn't brushed her teeth and she probably smelled like all the liquor she gulped down the night before. Before she could do that though, she remembered she was engaged, and that later that same day, she would be married to someone that wasn't Jace. "Sh*t." She whispered to herself, but he still heard her.
Jace thought she was upset because of last night, but what he didn't know, was that she also said it because she had forgotten just how strong an effect Jace had on her. He sighed, "Don't worry, Clary. Nothing happened, I swear."
"What?" She was shocked. She hadn't realized just how much she had been hoping that they had done something last night, so that she could have an excuse to leave Jack and go back with Jace. "Wait, we didn't do anything?"
Jace shook his head. "No, Clary, God, why would you even think that?"
"Well, I just thought… I mean, I remember kissing and now I'm here in your room, in your bed… naked. This is how I would usually be every morning, when we were together."
"Exactly, Clary, when we were together. God, you're engaged to someone that's not me, plus your wedding is today!"
"I know! I just thought, I mean, you had the chance…"
"You were drunk! I wasn't going to have sex with you! That would be like taking advantage of you, you didn't even know what was going on."
"I knew what was going on! We were kissing, we ended up here in your room, and what naturally comes next is sex!"
"Clary, you don't even remember doing anything but kissing, do you?"
Clary halted in her speech. He got her, she had no idea what happened after he had closed his door and she had tried to take off her shirt. "Well, no, not necessarily…"
"Clary, you were trying to take off your shirt and you were slurring and that's when I realized that if I had sex with you, it'd be like taking advantage of a little girl, and I did not want that on my conscious."
"You're an asshole, Jace!" She exclaimed, hugging her knees to her chest and placing her chin on the top of her knees.
He quietly chuckled. "Clary, I'm not saying that you're a little girl, I'm just saying that you were acting rather childish last night."
"Oh, Jace, shut up already! I really don't want you to explain, okay? I know what you meant, I just don't want to hear it, okay? Plus, I'm just calling you an asshole because you're an asshole, plain and simple, okay?"
Jace stares at her. "Yes, I know."
They stare at each other for a minute before Clary slowly stands; keeping the blanket wrapped around her, and walks towards Jace. "Why don't I have my clothes on?" She asks quietly, just a few feet away from him.
"Well, you thought the room was too hot, and you were a little mad because I said I wasn't sleeping with you, so you took them off."
"Really? I was that mad at you?" She said, looking up at him with questioning eyes.
"Yes, you were. Plus, you were drunk, so I think that added to it."
"Hm, I guess you're right. Drunkenness does that to me, doesn't it? Makes me act stupidly?" She asked, taking a couple steps closer to Jace.
"Well, alcohol does that to almost everyone I believe." He answered, nodding his head, stepping, and closing the gap between them even more.
"Since you didn't take advantage of me, I'm guessing you weren't drunk in any way."
"No, I wasn't." With that, they both take two more steps towards each other, and there is no space left between them. She went on her tippy toes and he bent down, and they met half way, kissing softly. Soon, the kiss started getting just a little bit steamier, and then they heard a knock at the door. They jumped apart quickly and stared at each other in shock.
"Jace, you in there? Jace, open up!" A voice said from the other side of the door.
Jace stepped to the side, giving Clary room to go past him and into the restroom. "Go in there and close the door." He said quietly, staring at Clary as she touched her fingers to her lips, then quickly walked past Jace, closing the door softly.
Jace takes a deep breath before walking towards the door. "What is it, Izzy?" He asks, opening the door to an impatient Isabelle.
"You seen Clary?"
"Nope."
"Didn't you take her to her room last night?"
"Yep, I took her to her room, and then came to bed."
"Well, do you have any idea where she is?"
"Kitchen? Her room?"
"Checked those already. Also the library and the workout room. She's nowhere!"
"The spare rooms?"
"No! I haven't checked those! Okay, thanks, and get ready! We only have a few hours before it's time to go to the church!" She said to him, jogging down the hallway.
Jace looks down the hall, both ways, before saying, "It's clear." He turns and meets a pair of warm lips on his before they go away and he sees Clary jogging down the hall, opposite of where Isabelle went, with her clothes already on.
"I can't breath!" Clary gasped out as Isabelle tugged tighter on the ribbons on the back of Clary's dress. Isabelle loosened it a bit. "Thank you. Man, what's wrong with you?" Clary asked as she touched her hair.
"I was looking for you like crazy, everywhere! And you tell me that you were asleep in the garden?"
"Yeah, I fell asleep there."
"Jace took you to your room." Isabelle pull
"Yeah, but I woke up and went to the garden. I was drunk, what do you expect? Anyways, you don't want me fainting in the middle of the ceremony, do you?"
"No, I guess not." Isabelle answered grudgingly.
"Then please loosen the back."
"Fine." Isabelle loosened the ribbons before tying them.
Clary spun to face her. "Izzy, nothing happened with Jace. I promise you this. Okay? It had just been one kiss, nothing more. Please, just let it go."
Isabelle searched Clary's face. "You promise that in five years you and Jack won't be getting a divorce, but still happily married, hopefully with at least one kid?"
Clary laughed softly. "I promise you."
"Jace! If you don't hurry, we're leaving without you, you bastard!" Magnus exclaimed, banging on Jace's door.
"I'll be right there, just give me a minute!" Jace exclaimed back, looking at himself in the mirror. He fixed his tie, tugged his coat, pulled his collar, and still, his eyes kept wandering back to the drawer. He sighed, pulled it open, and grabbed the tiny black box inside. He opened and looked at the priceless piece of jewelry inside. It was a ring, and for the past 5 and half years, he's had it hidden in one place or another. Before Clary left for Paris, he had been planning to ask her to marry him, actually, the morning she left he had been going to ask her, but when she gave him the opening, he didn't take it. He didn't have the courage to ask her to be his. Jace sighed, threw the box on the table, and walked out the door, to a waiting car that would take him to a wedding that he wouldn't be saying 'I do' in. The tiny box spun around before stopping in the middle of the table, it's lid still open, and inside, with the ring, was a picture of Clary, smiling, fiery hair blowing all over the place, looking like the most radiant thing in the world.
"Jace, are you going to come in?" Jace turned his head to see Alec motioning inside the building with questioning eyes.
Jace smiled at him. "I'll be right there. I just want to stand out here for a little bit longer."
"Alright, but hurry up, it's going to start any minute." Alec walked into the room where the ceremony was being held and Jace stood in the middle of the lobby, looking around.
"Here there, kid. Why are you still out here?" Luke asked Jace, walking towards the closed doors of the ceremony room.
"I'm just…" Jace looked at Luke and stopped in the middle of saying his lie. Out of all the people, after all these years, Luke was the one person he couldn't bring himself to lie to, not after Luke had been the one to get him back on his feet when Clary left.
"You're just waiting for Clary?" Luke guessed. Jace nodded. "Alright, I just left her, she'll be here in a minute and then you can talk to her." He walked to the doors and stood there. It was close enough where he could interrupt them if things got too heated or if they got into an argument, but far enough where he wouldn't be able to hear what they said, as long as they kept their voices down.
"Jace?" Jace looked up into the eyes of Clary. "Why aren't you in there?"
"I needed to speak with you."
Hope filled her eyes. "Really? What's up?"
He held up a little blue bobby pin that looked old. "You left your something blue in my room."
"I already have something blue." She took a couple of steps forward.
"Something old?" He stepped closer to her.
"That's not mine." She took one step closer to him.
"Something borrowed then." He closed the gap between them and pushed the bobby pin into her hair. "There, perfect."
"Jace, is it Lacey's?"
"No, I bought it for you four years ago. I jus never got around to sending it to you." He answered, looking into her eyes.
"Jace." She whispered after a few seconds of silence. "If you tell me to, I won't marry him, but you have to ask me to, because I am not going to leave him for you if I don't know for sure that you will always be there, that you will take care of me. Please Jace."
He stared at her, knowing that she completely meant it. He wanted to, he really did, but when he opened his mouth to speak, a completely different answer came out. "I can't."
"What?" She looked as shocked as he felt.
He furrowed his brow, confused for a second, but then realized that was the correct answer. "Clary, I love you completely, you know that. I will always love you, no matter what, but I can't tell you to leave him. I've gotten to know him these past couple of weeks, Clary, and, yes he's a prude and a chump, but he's not a bad guy. He's nice and caring and he'll take care of you. He loves you. Not as much as I do, no one will ever love you as much as I do, Clary, but he loves you nonetheless. So I can't tell you to leave him."
"Please Jace." Tears came to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"Clary, he's a mundie. Chances are, he'll be around for a very long time, and he'll never leave you, in any sense of the word. What I do, it's dangerous. I could get killed at any moment and you could get left alone. You want me to promise I'll never leave you, well I can't do that. You know I can't, but he can. He's ready to promise you that, Clary. And with him, you'll be able to paint, to do what you always wanted to do, and with him, you won't have to worry about demons, because you will get left alone, I promise you that much. Clary, all I've ever wanted to do was make you happy, you know that. By asking you to leave him, it will make you happy for the moment, but if something happens, that happiness will go away. With him, at least you'll always be happy."
This was his chance. This was his chance to tell her yes, to be able to break her heart. This was his chance. And as much as it seems like it, he didn't take it. Because, this time around, she would still be the one doing the heartbreaking, the hurting. She would always be the one causing the pain.
Clary closed her eyes. "Okay, okay, Jace." She slowly, softly, brushed her lips against his. "I will always love you, no matter what." Then she stepped away from him and walked to Luke.
"You ready?" She nodded her head. The doors opened, the music started, and Luke walked her towards Jack, who had the biggest smile on his face. Jace stood at the entrance and watched as Clary walked farther and farther away from him.
"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…"
"I do."
Jace closed his eyes. He'd watched her walk towards the bridge, but couldn't bring himself to watch her cross it.
"And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband…"
Jace stopped the tears from falling out and held his breath, secretly hoping that Clary would change her mind and run towards his waiting arms.
"I do."
Jace let out the breath he'd been holding.
"Jace?"
Jace opened his eyes and saw Clary standing in front of the elevator door, that was opening. She sighed and stepped into the elevator. She watched him with pleading eyes as the elevator door started to close. She was silently begging him to come after her.
It wasn't real. She's not married to some jackass named Jack. She's still mine. It wasn't real. She's still on her way to France. Damn! She's still on her way to France! Jace ran towards the staircase and jumped all the way down to the first floor.
He pushed through the door and saw Clary walking towards the door. "Go!" She stopped in her tracks and everyone in the lobby turned to look at him, except for the one person that was supposed to. "If you really, truly want to, then go and don't worry about me, I'll still be waiting here for you. But if you don't honestly want to go, and want me to give you a reason to stay, then listen to me right now. I don't want you to go, because I wouldn't be able to stand waking up and not having your flaming red hair fanned out on the pillows. I wouldn't be able to stand not seeing your face as you wake up and you look on in amazement at all the normal things around you. I wouldn't be able to stand not being able to see your face of concentration as your drawing or the fierce look you get when you're fighting or the way you get excited when you see one of your pieces hung up in a gallery of in the doctor's office that bought it. I would miss you way too much. If you go, I would miss you way too much. I'll miss your eyes and your smile. I'll miss your art around the apartment and the way you cry every single time you watch The Notebook. I'll miss the way you get a huge, goofy smile on your face every time you read a Jane Austen book and the way your mere presence turned our drab apartment into a bright place. I'll miss the way you light up a room. I'll miss you, Clary. I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. I love you like I've never loved anyone before.
"You are the air I breathe and the heart beating in my chest. You are my life, Clary, and if you were to leave, I'd just die. I love you, Clary." Then, to everyone's surprise, he got down on his knee. She spun around to stare at him and he patted his pocket and took out a tiny black box, opened it, and held it out towards her. "You can go and I'll be waiting here. You can leave for however long you want, and I will still be right here in this same place, waiting for you, just as long as you answer this question truthfully. Will you marry me, Clary Fray?"
She stares at him for a couple seconds, then drops her things and runs to him, kissing him. "Yes. Always, always yes." She says to him, still holding on to him. He laughs, picks her up, and spins her around.
"She said yes!" He exclaims as everyone cheers and whoops.
He stares at Clary as she walks toward him, arm in arm with Luke, and a big smile on her face. He watched as she walked up to the bridge, his lips forming the biggest smile he'd ever had and his eyes sparkling like they've never sparkled before.
"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…"
His heart beat faster, waiting for when he could answer.
"I do." He said strongly.
"And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband…"
When it had been Jack, he had closed his eyes, not being able to see her as she answered. But now that it's him, he watches her as she steps onto the bridge, walking to him.
"I do." She answers without hesitation.
He watches as she walks that bridge, takes the final step and jumps into his arms. He watches as she walks towards their future together. Together forever.
My longest one, woop woop! Okay, the people I picture as the characters are on my profile. As are Isabelle's and Clary's dress. I hope you guys enjoyed it! If you liked this, I have another story, only it's about VA, so read if you want. And review/comment. Always review/comment. Also, for those who have read the Gallagher Girls series, I will be starting a story on it soon.
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