A/N This chapters for Kellychen8642. Here it is guys.

DISCLAIMER. I do not own the characters or traits, just the plot. Cassandra Clare owns them. :(

Chapter 2 Fear

Knock. Knock. Kno-

"Jonathan if you so much as breathe on my door again I will hang you until you are barely conscious, draw you until every joint in your body is dislocated. I will cut off your testicles and force them down your throat and then I will disembowel you. Clear?" Clary threatened darkly. There was a choked coughing sound, like someone desperately trying to hold in laughter.

"I never knew you felt that strongly about breakfast Clary" Luke chuckled from the other side of the door. Clarissa paled.

"Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Cock. Shit." The redhead muttered, jumping out of her bed with a speed almost impossible for-

"Eight A.M! Are you high?!" she screamed. "It's Saturday!" Fuming and muttering about 72 ways to kill someone with a hairbrush while she reached to open the door- only to be smacked in the face by it.

" Clarissa Adele Fray! If I hear that foul language coming out of that dirty mouth of yours I will confiscate your chocolate stash and you will do dishes for a year!" Jocelyn stormed through the door- and tripped over a semi-conscious Clary.

"It's too early in the morning for a concussion!" Clary groaned, clutching her head with both tiny hands. Luke, who had been silently shaking with laughter the entire encounter, suddenly burst out laughing, joining Clary and her mother on the floor cackling like a deranged hag.

"Luke, shhh. My head feels like I just bunji-jumped into a rock. The headache is killing me." Clary said, annunciating each word she spoke. This did not cease Luke's laughing fit-if anything it caused Jocelyn into a fit of giggles alongside her husband. The teenager sighed and stormed into her wardrobe slamming the door behind her, causing her parents to howl even louder.

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BE- SMASH

"Good fucking riddance" Jace muttered as he looked up from his pillow with sleepy eyes. He looked at the time and almost screamed the house down, until he read the note on his bed-side table.

Jace,

I know when you wake up you will be angry and confused. You'll probably have forgotten that today is your music competition- and although it doesn't begin until 3:00pm you have to be there for 12 to set up and plan. I'm not in the house because me and Robert have to go and see some old friends, but we'll be at the competition. I also need you to race to the shops and buy me the following…

Jace skim-read through the list. He chuckled when he saw new alarm clock was on there. That woman was psychic. He was sure.

Just to remind you,

Maryse xx

Jace sighed, but was grateful that his adoptive mother had reminded him. After Jace had stormed out on his family the day before, he went to his thinking place, to remind himself that no matter how much he wanted to go and explore the world- he'd made a promise. One that was imperative he keep. He reached around his neck and removed the chain, placing it in his hand. He stared at the clockwork Angel and tried to keep the tears at bay.

For as long as Jace could remember he had worn this Angel around his neck. He knew that not only was it a reminder of the promise he had made as a child, but it was also a protection of sorts. It would not save him from being hurt, but it had somehow saved him many times when death loomed over him. The first time it was his seventh birthday when a man rang the doorbell. Jace, being the charming child that he was, answered the door for Maryse- only to be thrown against the wall and a knife held to his throat. Before he had a chance to scream there was a sudden flutter on his chest. Not his heart, even seven year old Jace knew that your heart never fluttered when you were deathly terrified. Suddenly in a flash of gold, the angel around Jace's neck attacked the man towering over him. The memory in general was still quite a blur to Jace, for he had hit his head quite hard against the wall. But one thing he would not-could not forget about that day, was the look in the man's eyes as the Clockwork angel drove through its chest.

Now as Jace looked at it all he remembered was pain and danger. Threats lurking around every corner.

" I always knew you were bad tempered but-murderously glaring at inanimate objects was not on the memo." Magnus chuckled as he waltzed into Jace's room, dragging a half-conscious Alec behind him. Jace almost laughed at the way Magnus was almost carrying his boyfriend around, obviously not awake yet. Ever since some chick had set them up, they were inseperable.

"I woke Alexander up at 7:45am but he's still dead to the world." There was a pause as Magnus sighed dramatically, staring wistfully at Alec's closed eyes. " It was partially revenge for banning glitter in the bedroom and partially to help you get ready for this music competition!" Jace watched detachedly as Magnus rubbed his hands together in glee. How-to-scare-the-crap-out-of-a-Mundane-being by Magnus Banes.

" Did you agree to his ban?" Jace asked with a smirk. Magnus looked at Jace in horror, mouth wide open.

" Bloody hell no! it was just a lesson to tech him- never tell Magnus 'no glitter' unless you want to be severely injured. Or in Alec's case forced to be dragged around semi-conscious in a neon pink scarf." Jace let loose a small chuckle.

" What would the world be without us Magnus?" Jace asked, staring at the necklace, still clasped in his hands. Magnus scoffed.

"burnt to a crisp with streets flowing with blood" The blue-haired cat-eyed person declared.

"So basically Isabelle's cooking." Jace concluded with a grin.

" I heard that you condescending ass!" Isabelle's voice was muffled, having spoken from the other end of the corridor.

"Run?" Magnus asked Jace.

"do you want to live?"

"Uhh. Yes."

"Then run!"

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"Clarissa Adele Fray. State your two acts." A stout man with a large hat stared at Clary expectantly.

" I will be singing Human by Christina Perry and Warrior by Demi Lavato"

" Go to group 4 please." Clary marched determinedly through the crowd of 25 to the small gathering of people by the number four painted on the wall. As she walked, her eyes caught a flash of gold.

"Jonathan Christopher Herondale, state your two acts"

Clary turned and almost gasped. He was… hot. She spun around so hard- she was positive she would have whiplash- and continued to walk straight to her assigned group. Which was difficult when your legs decide they want to be jello.

"I will be doing acoustic guitar and vocals on Scars by James Bay and acoustic piano on Over my head by The Fray" The short man looked up at Jace and looked rather impressed, before his eyebrows dropped again in boredom. Even Clary was impressed- and it took a lot to impress the redhead. Even she knew that she was high maintenance. 'better than being easy' she thought to herself.

Clary had finally reached her group and almost gagged when she saw two of the girls swoon over the golden haired god. The redhead almost slapped herself. 'what the hell are you thinking?' she questioned herself. If Simon were here right now he would certainly think she was insane. Unfortunately Simon had to be at band practice and Clary's family had gone to visit some friends, leaving her to catch a cab. Considerate of them.

" Go to group 4 please." Clary tuned out the rest of his enquiries. Of all the groups he could be in, it had to be hers? Did the world hate her that much? Clary turned to survey her group. There were five people. Two consisted of the (now squealing) girls she had first noticed- who according to their name tags, were called Kaile and Seelie, a Hispanic looking boy called Raphael and two more girls who were talking quietly at the back of the group. Aline and Helen. Clary was almost positive from studying them that they were both Lesbians. But not one to jump to conclusions, she walked over to the two girls.

" Hi, I'm Clary. What are you guys doing in the show?" She asked, putting up a mask and pretending to be shy. This needed to work perfectly if she wanted to play match-maker and hopefully by the end of the competition there would be another happy couple to add to Clary's ever-growing list.

" Uhh, I'm Aline and I'm going to be doing some dancing to some music. I'm not bothered what." The dark-haired girl held out her hand to Clarissa enthusiastically, grinning so hard, the redhead was worried that her face would split. The taller, more slender of the two girls looked to Clary and gave a small delicate smile.

" I'm Helen and I'll be doing a bit of dancing and singing." Helens voice was very soft and Clary was sure that- from their body language, they were both gay. Now to confirm her suspicions.

Clary had a sense that she was being watched and turned to see the golden haired boy smirk at her from where he was, surrounded by Kaile and Seelie who were gushing over him. Raphael stood infront of the guy, staring intently at his phone. The redhead sighed and turned back to Helen who was speaking about some children that she was babysitting. Sweet.

" They're just adorable." She gushed.

Sickly sweet.

Clarissa was running out of time so she had to be quick. There were only a few people left to be assigned groups.

" So how did your parents take the news?" Clary asked the girls, who looked at her confusedly.

"About you being lesbian." She clarified. Aline looked at Clary and –again- grinned, wheras Helen almost choked on the water she was drinking.

" What?! I mean, uhh. Well.." Helen stuttered and Clary would have laughed, had she thought she wouldn't come across as a bitch.

" Mine didn't take it too badly. A few curse words and some crying but that was six months ago. How did you know?" Aline asked Clary. Still smiling. Clary grinned like the Cheshire cat and shrugged.

" Meh."

Helen looked at both the girls, her eyes staying a little longer on Aline.

" My parents don't know yet. I'm scared they won't take it well and will- well you know" Helen stuttered uncertainly. 'oh, you poor thing' Clary thought. Before any of the girls could speak there was a deep, throaty (and very masculine) cough behind them. Clary turned to find the tawny eyed person standing there grinning confidently. Immediately Clarissa knew he was hiding behind a mask. One that she was all too familiar with, having to wear it every day.

" Jace Herondale. Nice to meet you." Jace held out his large calloused hand toward the girls, smirking his 'panty-dropping' smirk. 'not working here mister.' Clary chuckled inwardly at herself. Aline held out her hand.

" Aline Penhallow. Hi." Wow. Imaginative greeting.

" Helen Blackthorn." Brief. 'Clarissa stop analysing every move anyone makes. You're starting to look creepy.' She chastised herself. Jace turned to Clary.

"Clary Fray." The redhead was almost tempted to say 'yo' just to annoy him. 'better be nice' she thought. 'better be boring- more like it' Clary imagined slamming her head against the wall in attempt to shut herself up. 'lunatic' she thought. She shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you Clary" Jace bent down and softly kissed Clary's hand. 'Oh wow. Oh wow.' She screamed inside her head. The man standing in front of Clary was –in every way- perfect. Toned muscles, slight abs that you could see through his black shirt. A jaw line to die for and the most perfect lips. Clarissa silently cursed the world for letting this angel be cast down to earth.

Jace, seeming to have noticed Clary's internal battle grinned at her. 'By the Angel' she thought. She noticed a slight chip in one of his teeth. His one flaw- other than his cocky attitude. 'Thank you Raziel for this small imperfection.' She thought.

It was then that Clary realised that she had been holding his hand for too long, and that Aline and Helen were both grinning like idiots.

" Thank you everyone. As you know, we only have a few hours to set everything up, so now is a good time to ask any of the staff if they need assistance in cleaning or prep. In the last hour you are given time to converse and get ready, but ladies, not too long"

Clarissa, Helen and Aline all scoffed at the same time. Several complaints were heard throughout the room.

" But I have to do my hair! That will take me at least an hour! And I have to choose my outfit! That's not fair!" Seelie whined. 'Raziel, give me strength to not go over there and give her something to complain about. I'm sure she wants all of her teeth when she performs.' Clary silently prayed. She couldn't stand whining.

"Girls" the redhead and the golden boy muttered at the same moment. Clary looked to find him already staring at her. Looking into his eyes, Clary found herself scared. Scared that he seemed to be able to see right through her façade. Scared that he could see the scared little girl, hiding behind these huge walls. Scared that he somehow seemed to know her secrets.

A/N. Sorry this chapter isn't the best but Clary and Jace have finally met! Next Chapter will be the competition and more insight into the characters. Next chapter is also where it all goes down! I threw some clues in there that will be important later on in the story. As usual I love reviews but no hate please, just constructive criticism. I hope your enjoying the story so far and Thank you for reading.

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