"Izzy! Just tell me what it is you wanted to tell me already!" I mumbled rolling my eyes as she walked ahead of me silently, she lead me out of the cafe and into an almost deserted parking lot.

"Get in the car Jace!" I looked at the vecicall she pointed her figure at. It was a small blue sedan that was well beat up and rusted, Classic woman driver! I watched he walk towards the car with a fear in the back of my mind, it wasn't a complicated question. Just one word. Why? She turned to me with serious face that meant business. "Jace, Get in the fucking car!" I only hesitated for a second before I walked to and climbed into the car. All the while wondering if this car would be my grave.

We both sat there, silent for a moment. Her breathing was hard and loud as it was the only sound flouting in the air. "I spent one morning with that woman, one fucking morning." Abruptly her voice broke through the chilling silence in a swift yet destructive movement. "Tell me Jace. Do I really want to know what it is she is hiding?" I felt my body tense as I looked over at Izzy. Her face was coved in a dark expression as she stared straight ahead.

"I don't know what you mean" I lied, looking away from her and down at my hands in my lap.

"I talked to Clary's mom today, she's a real -"

"What?" I interrupted without even thinking beforehand. She had got me to admit something, maybe not forwardly, but my reaction implied it. I needed to know, how and when she had talked to the bitch, but really there was a more important question that I needed to know. Was Clary there?

"Yeah, I answered Clary's phone for her and well, let's just say if I ever meet her mom. She is going to learn some manners." This may have sounded like a rude threat to anyone who hadn't of known Isabelle, but I knew her, and it was a gesture of her protective nature. I admired her, all her strength, all her will, but me and Isabelle were too much alike to ever truly trust in one another, were not trusting people.

"What did she say?" I asked with a cautious and quite tone.

"She asked me where the hell her daughter was." She laughed coldly to herself as she ran a hand through her hair. She was silent for a moment, perhaps thinking or maybe hesitating. "She asked me what I was doing with her phone. I told her Clary was away and that I was just dropping something off at her place when I heard her phone."

"Nice cover, did Clary tell you to say that?" I whispered as I watched her hand grasp the steering wheel in front of her, still staring off straight ahead.

"Clary doesn't know, and I would like to keep it that way. There's some stuff her mom said that well, I'd prefer she didn't hear" Ok, so Clary doesn't know, that's good. But what did she say to Isabelle, did she tell her anything about Clary's step father?

"What did she say?" Izzy head finally turned to me, a serious look in her deep blue eyes.

"She asked me, if I was there sleeping with the blond asshole. She said, he must have better taste then I thought if he's getting seconds on the side. Tell me Jace, who could she possibly be talking about?" I felt the air leave my lungs as I tried to hold it all back. There it was, the anger, the hatred, just below my skin, and it was fighting to get out.

"That bitch" I muttered, hearing the emotion sneak into my husky low voice. I couldn't hold it away as I clutched my fists in my lap. I just fought back the anger as it seeped from my pores.

"Jace" her voice was gentle, it was softer then I had ever heard it. No hint of irritation or aggression, just her. I looked up at her, pushing away my view of the fists that lie in my lap. "Was she talking about you?"

"Yes. She's fucking nuts."

"So you and Clary are-" God, why does everyone have to think I do that with every girl that's ever seen with me.

"No, she just thinks we are. She's met me twice and both times I wasn't even touching Clary and she would call Clary a whore for me just being there. Assuming that we were sleeping together, she's obsessed with making Clary out to be something she's not. Trying to convince her she's a horrible person" I tried to stop myself, but I just kept going, venting my frustrations into the thick air of Izzy's car. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine, I won't say anything" She let a deep breath fall as she looked away. "I thought you had an idea what she was hiding; I just hoped it wasn't what I thought it was."

"What do you think it was" I knew she probably had come to the conclusion that Clary was emotionally abused by her mother, but that wasn't even half the story. There was no way she knew about Clary's step dad from just that.

"Her mother sounds like a monster, saying horrible things about her. She's guarded and clearly avoiding her mother." then she stopped, taking a deep breath before she continued on. "Then there's the scars" I stopped breathing as my heart pounded furiously, threatening to burst from my chest.

"Wait, what scars." I had never seen a scar on Clary, or never really notice one. I tried not to stare at her, I really did, but I figured I probably would have noticed if she had a scar let alone more than one. Was I careless? Should I have looked closer? I mean I had the chances; I was just trying so hard not to stare, not to get carried away. She's so beautiful, how could he have scarred her?

"I guess you're not sleeping with her." I surpressed the erg to scream 'No I'm not; now just tell me about the scars before I burst.' "On Clary's back, there's a scar." I thought back to when I found Clary passed out in her living room in only her bra and jeans. I know that I would never have missed something like that.

"I've seen Clary's back before, I didn't see one." I was feeling skeptical, as I wondered why Izzy would be lying to me.

"See I was helping zip up a dress for Clary, and well, this isn't the kind of dress that you wear a bra with." She hinted at me. Her bra, covered the scar? That would explain why I hadn't seen it before.

"Ok so her bra covers the scar, what makes it so different, she could have got it a million ways."

"Jace, do you remember that tally system we used in school? You know the one where you would make a line every time something happened and every fifth one you would cross the other four." I nodded my head, listening for an explanation for why she was asking me about my memories of math. "Her scar is just like that, with six lines carved into the skin."

There was this feeling, this horrible feeling inside me. I felt sick, or I don't even think that could cover how disgusting I felt, but I just don't know. I could taste the repulsive emotions on my tongue as they threatened me. I knew she was abused, but the thought of someone doing that to her just made me angry sure but more than anything, it made me clench onto this plagued sensation. But no matter how bad my sorrow is, I need to know. Every detail.

"And how do you think she got that, what do you think all that stuff means." I had to look away; I had to clench my knees to busy my hands. I wanted to hit something, I just needed, something, I had to get it out, I just needed to.

"Jace I'm not stupid, Clary, she's different from everyone else, I know that. I can see it, the way she talks, how her mind drifts, that look in her eye. I think Clary has had a hard life, I think her mom's treated her like shit since day one, and I think someone's done terrible things to her. Who knows what her crazy step father did to her." so she figured- wait what? How could she have known about him?

"What do you know about Clary's step father? I didn't hear you explain that to me?" I heard the cold utterance of my words and didn't back down, I should have, but I refused to. There was no way she could have gotten anything about Clary's step father from any of that.

"Does it matter" she yelled, suddenly angry and defensive. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"You don't know anything! You shouldn't be digging into other peoples past! What gives you the right?" She didn't answer, just staring at me like she was holding back. "Come on then! Tell me; why on earth would Isabelle Lightwood, bother concerning herself with the personal life of others? What is so important?"

"Get out of my car Jace" She said calmly, but not without hearing the edge to her delivery, she was struggling with something, something I wanted to know.

I reached for the handle on the car and popped the door open, but turned back to her. "I just want to protect her. You have no idea what he took from her." I said before getting out of the car and closing the door.

She put the window down and looked me square in the eye. "You have no Idea what he took from me" She drove away letting her vented words hang in the air. She left me wondering what kind of man Clary's step father was. Was he only a problem to his family, or did the whole word wish to be rid of his pathetic soul.

Could it be the right thing, to kill a man who has taken so much?

...

"Jace" I heard Clary call from the door of my uncle's place. I jumped at her voice, lifting my head from my hands. I was sitting on a dusty old couch in the living room; I hadn't expected her to be home so soon. Or was it, that time had become lost to me?

"Come on in" I called back to her, slightly afraid of the reaction I would have to seeing her. I stood; confused as to what it is I was doing here. I looked around trying to remember what it was I came here to do, but that memory was buried in a corner in the back of my struggling mind.

I listened to her footsteps, loud as they approached, and with every step I felt this strange ach inside me, like the one from before, but mixed with the excitement that Clary's presence always brought me. She finally rounded the corner into the room that I was standing in, and the first thing that caught my eye about her, was the smile on her face. Sure I had seen her smile before, but she never looked, happy like she did now. She was glowing.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Just taking a minute to think about some stuff I need to do here." I shuffled my hands into my pockets, suddenly unsure what to do with them. I watched her study the room with her keen emerald eyes, god I love those eyes.

"It could use a tune up, what are you planning to do?" She asked her eyes still focused away from me.

"Well I have the upstairs all cleaned out, I just have to finish this floor and the basement then I was going to paint." I explained my plans to her all while she stared off.

When I was finished, she finally looked at me. "Need any help? I don't know how great I am at moving large objects, but, I can paint if nothing else."

"I could probably use a hand, but it could be a bit, this is a big house and there are only two of us."

"Jace, the world is not against you, you don't need to do everything alone, not everyone hates you." she breathed out with a light laugh. I just looked at her, confused. When I didn't speak she finally explained, "What about Alec or Magnus, I'm sure they would be more than willing to give you a hand." What was this side to her?

I nodded, afraid to speak. I reached for my phone and dialed Alec's number. I turned away from her, sitting back down on the couch.

"Jace" He said as he answered, as if to acknowledge me. "What a delight to hear from you!" his voice sarcastic and teasing.

"I know, I tend to have that effect on people" I joked with him. I couldn't remember getting to be like this with any of my friends back in high school, with them every joke was harsh or crude. But with Alec, I felt like it was nothing more than a greeting, as if he was saying "I missed you".

"It may seem so!" he laughed. "So what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow?"

"Well, I may be going out later on, but I should be free for the whole morning and afternoon. Why, what are you thinking?"

"See, I'm fixing my place up, moving some stuff out and painting you know. And I was hoping maybe, you and Magnus would be free to help out with me and Clary tomorrow."

"Wow, I can't believe Jace Wayland is asking me to help him out. This is a day for the books!"

"It's cool if you don't want to, I would understand completely" I felt the couch dip and I looked up to find Clary's worried glance.

"Jace, are you kidding me?" He laughed, and I wasn't quite sure what it was he meant. "If you can be the guy who asks for help, I can be the friend who gives it to you." Friend? Is that what we are now? I would like it if we were, but I still have so much to make up to him.

"Who knew having friends would make everything so much easier." Clary lay her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my free arm as she leaned into me. I relaxed into the back of the couch smiling at the feeling of her against me.

"Jace you want to know something? All those people you surrounded yourself with back then, I knew they weren't your friends. You didn't have friends, and neither did I. They only difference is, I didn't need friends, but you, you always did, whether you would admit it or not." I listen to his voice; I heard the memories in his vocals, all the shadowed thoughts.

He knew me so well, but that's what happens when you have an enemy. In any fight, you look for your opponent's weakness. You have to know them, how they move, how they think and their reactions to everything. Alec knew everything he would have truly needed to, but he had never used it against me, he had never even tried to defend himself against me, not once. Alec has always been my friend, I may not have known it then, but I knew it now.

"Well I guess it's my turn then."

"For what?"

"To be your friend."

"Well that settle's it." He lightly laughed. "So where do you want me and Magnus to meet you?" I gave him the address and some directions, needing help from Clary with both jobs.

"Alright, we will pick up some breakfast." Alec offered.

"Sure man, See you tomorrow around eleven?"

"Yup, see you then."

We said are goodbyes and I hung up. Clary was still with me on the couch. She hadn't moved away yet, which I had fully expected her to do a long time ago. Not that I didn't mind. The only thing was that I could feel that imp in the back of my head pushing at the question, pestering me.

"When are you going to tell him how much you regret what you did?" She asked calmly.

"He already knows, I don't need to make excuses, he doesn't need them. Not from me. I just need to, make it up to him in some way."

"Jace sometimes, people just want you to look them in the eye and say what it is you need to say. Because you can never be sure how a person feels till you hear it from them." Does he want to hear that from me, is that what he wants?

"What if I don't know what to say to him?"

She laughed and leaned out to look at me. Backing off just enough for me to see her beautiful smile. "Jace Wayland always knows what to say! He is brilliantly charming with an ego that can defiantly get on my nerves!" She teased. "But when he listens, his heart always tells him exactly what he should say."

"He sounds like a hell of a guy; I bet he's fucking gorgeous"

She laughed loudly "See, there's that ego I was talking about"

"Well maybe I like getting on your nerves, Your kind of cute when you angry." I poked at her as I turned on the couch to be facing her with my arm draped over the back. She laughed again, and I felt my stomach flip at the adorable noise. "You know, I really like this, us being together."

She stayed silent, looking away from me. For a moment I almost thought that she hadn't heard me, till she spoke once again. "Why did you do it Jace? Why did you find him?"

"When you came in here to find me, you had this big smile on your face, you were glowing. You were like that this morning too, when you were telling me about him. I just really like that smile and I wanted to see it more often"

"Is there a reason why you're extra corny today?" She lifted an eyebrow at me, teasing me. She really was getting more comfortable with me, or I hope that's what it is.

"Hey now Fray! Let's have less bite in your bark." I winked at her as I smirked. "You just bring that side out in me."

"Well, if you're already being cheesy. You can make me smile to; you know when I'm not frustrated with you."

I made a confused face "I frustrate you?" I mocked hurt as she rolled her eyes at me.

"So, you staying here tonight?" She asked casually as she picked up a stray throw pillow from the floor.

"Didn't we already have his conversation, I have a date with your couch, remember?"

"Oh-right, I just thought that you may want a place with more privacy." What was she talking about? Did she want me to sleep here all of a sudden? But she really seemed like she wanted me there.

I had no Idea what she meant, so I spoke my mind. "I don't understand."

"Forget I said it, I don't know why I would even ask that." She ducked her head and let out a breath. I thought on it for a moment, why would I need privacy? For fuck sakes I'm blond! She thought that because I was sleeping on her couch I couldn't bring women home, she didn't know.

"Clary, I haven't slept with anyone for weeks, and I don't plan on looking for a one night fuck anytime soon. I don't know why, but I'm not." I assured her, not sure of the type of reaction she would have.

After a moment she replied "Alright, I'm heading home." I watched her stand from the couch and put her hands in her pockets. A small smile present on her face. "Don't forget to lock the door when you come in, ok?"

"I won't I promise, I'll just be a minuet." I said as she started to walk away.

"Ok" She called back to me, but I was practically lost to the world. My eyes were fixed to her back as she walked away from me. The sight of it was like an instant reminder of the cruelty her life had suffered, but I still questioned the very reality of a scar on Clary. She was so perfect, perfect people normally don't have scars, but she is perfect, so I guess even if she has one, no matter how horrible, she will always be perfect. This deep feeling inside me is painful, but soothing at the same time, like fire and ice, but what could it be, can you please tell me?

So there it is guys, the new chapter!

It's got some serious inner feeling from Jace, Plus a little foreshadowing if you can find it ;D But I don't think you will. None the less good luck if you try!

Also the Izzy secret, that's a real good one, just wait and see. Everybody in this story has a secret, but guess what?! Next chapter I'll tell you Magnus's secret! And how Alec and Magnus met.

The next Chapter, is going to be freaking long! I'm looking to cover all of Day 4 next time and even if I don't it will be a HUGE chapter!

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JACE VS CLARY!

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