A/N Hello again guys. Here's the latest chapter. I'm sorry about last chapter and the cliffie. So, Simon explodes. You learn about Simons past, what did you think? I keep forgetting to do this so sorry.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the mortal instruments. Cassandra Claire does.

Chapter 6 Questions

"Clary. Jace is here. Do you want to let him in?" Jonathans voice called through the door. This was the fourth time this week. Why did Jace keep coming back, they had chosen their song days ago. She was greatful for the company. After her argument with Simon she hadn't left the house or gone to school, afraid James would be lurking somewhere glaring at her in disappointment. She had tried, she did everything for Simon, everything short of dying, but that seemed to not be enough.

" Yeah, sure. Send him in," Clary mumbled, not bothering to raise her voice, even though Jon could not hear through walls. Shame.

A few moments later Clary heard the very faint sound of feet brushing against her carpet.

"Didn't you know its rude to sneak up on a lady?" Clary asked the figure hovering behind her, trying to be silent. He failed.

" I didn't peg you as a lady Red. You know, with the way you growl at everything within a five mile radius." Jace chuckled, trying to be funny. Asshole.

" Listen Asshat, I don't want any shit from you. Why the hell do you keep coming back here? We don't even know each other! Why do you care?!" Clarissa didn't mean to unleash all her pent up frustration at Jace, but he was there and it was a little too late now. So much for having friends. Maybe she should just buy a cat. A cute fuzzy little thing, but what if it ran away? Maybe she should get two-

"I understand you're upset but I don't think calling me an Asshat was certifiably required. Your words hurt me. Right here." Jace points to his chest, directly above his heart. He was wearing a black shirt, matched with black jeans and black combat boots.

Did he wear any other colour?

"I'm sorry, this Simon shit has me all over the place. But you dodged my question. Why are you here?" the redhead looked at Jace, admiring every curve of his jaw, and the faint outlines of his abs behind his body sculpting shirt.

. Instead of answering Clarissa's question, Jace merely held out his hand.

" Come with me." And for some unknown reason, she trusted him.

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" I wanted to take you somewhere we could talk."

" Yes, and Pandemonium was the moist civilised place you could think of. Well done Jace, round of applause."

"You're such a Granma, you know that." Jace grumbled. That's it, she was tired of his insults and insinuations that she was no fun. She could be fun.

" Well, this Granma's getting her little ass over to the dance floor where a that very nice man there with the skull shirt will buy me a drink and get me drunk. Adios" And with that she marched off toward the dance floor. That'll prove him.

She pushed through the mass of writhing sweaty bodies and squealed when she felt a strong calloused hand grip her elbow. Then she shuddered as he whispered to her, his lips brushing her ear, sparks exploding all over her body.

"I would be honoured if you would let me have this dance Clarissa Adele Fray." Jace whispered in her ear. All sanity left her body as she slumped against his hard body.

" You'll have to get me a drink first." She replied breathily.

" Anything for the lady."

#TWO HOURS, TEN SHOTS, TWO MARTINIS AND LOTS MORE ALCOHOL LATER#

"Please Jace. Please, please, please." Clary begged.

"Fine, just one dance, you can't walk straight as it is." Jace replied with his trade mark panty-dropping smirk.

The redhead grinned mysteriously. Jace was dragged across the dance floor, right in the middle of the huge body of mundanes. As soon as Jace realised he was no longer running across the floor to catch up with his Red, the woman in question had her arms wrapped around his neck and was swaying her hips to the beat of the music. Jace placed his hands on Clary's hips and pulled her close to him. He breathed her in as the music consumed them both.

(All rights go to Beyonce)

(Turn the lights on!)
Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll geta chance tosee you when Iclosemy eyes
I'm going outta my head
Lost in a fairytale
Can you hold my hands and be myguide?
Clouds filled with stars cover your skies
And I hope it rains
You're the perfect lullaby
What kind of dream is this?

Clary grinned as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, spinning to face him. Jace watched as she bit her lip seductively, moving her body in all the right ways.

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on!)
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to betrue
(Turn the lights on!)
My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere
Baby, long as you're here
I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my...
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you

Jace twirled the redhead in his arms, turning her to face him and pulling her flush against him. He stared into her eyes, looking for a reason not to do what was running through his alcohol frazzled mind.

#LINEBREAK#

Clary sighed and threw her head back against Jace's shoulder as he left a scorching trail of electric kisses along her neck, up her jaw and to the corner of her mouth.

(Turn the lights on!)

I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy, you're my temporary high
I wish that when I wake up you're there
To wrap your arms around me for real and tell me you'll stay by my side
Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains
You're the perfect lullaby
What kind of dream is this?

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on!)
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true
(Turn the lights on!)
My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere
Baby, long as you're here
I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my...
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you

Time seemed to have frozen as their lips collided. It was soft and careful at first, like Jace was seeking for permission. Suddenly, where there was tenderness and caution- there was heat and fire. The kiss was now full of teeth and tongue, a battle of dominance at hand.

(Turn the lights on!)
Tattoo your name across my heart
So it will remain...
Not even deathcan makeus part
What kind of dream is this?

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
(Turn the lights on!)
Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true
(Turn the lights on!)
My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere
Baby, long as you're here
I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my...
You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you
Turn the lights out

As the song finished, Clary and Jace were left a gasping pile of hot mess leaning into each other for support. They both grinned simultaneously, seemingly oblivious to the hundreds of sweat-drenched bodies around them. Just now, just them. That's all that mattered. For once in her life, Clary felt whole, and safe.

'But Valentines out there. He'll kill you if he finds out.' What if Jace got hurt?

The man who she had only known for two weeks had wormed his way into her heart and didn't seem to be leaving any time soon.

"Clary, I want this. I want us so badly, but my boss…" Jace looked pained as he pulled away from the redhead. She swallowed, they were both very drunk. None of them would remember this tomorrow, so it couldn't hurt to tell him.

"Valentine is my father. The leader of the Nephilim is my father."

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Did he hear her right? Could this be possible? Valentine only had two sons- Jon and Sebastian. There was never any mention of a daughter. She had to be lying. But then how did she know that Valentine was his boss? And the leader of the Nephilim?

Too many questions for his drunk mind. He'd deal with it in the morning. Until then, he was going to make this the best night of his and Clary's life.

#A CAB RIDE AND THREE HOURS LATER#

"Jace, I think we should play 21 questions. But you have to answer all questions honestly." Oh dear. A sober Jace was a sucker for these kinds of soul destroying games, and a drunk Jace even more so. He knew the perfect questions to get right under peoples skin. And Clary was no exception.

"Sure Red. You start." He smirked and leant back into the soft cushion of the love seat he was currently sharing with Clary. She grinned like someone had told her they were going to egg an old ladies house. Evil grin.

" How big are you?" Jace almost choked on the vodka he was drinking. Did she really just ask that? Wow, a drunk Clarissa was a blunt Clarissa. Jace grinned, he was going to have fun with this.

"The exact size might shock you but I assure you Red, nothing less than seven inches" The redhead gulped. She obviously wasn't expecting that answer.

" Why did you ask that?" He was honestly curious. She had never behaved like this in all the time that Jace knew her, so he was going to take full advantage of it. Clary blushed and hid behind her long Red locks.

" When we were dancing, you got a little excited, and I knew it wasn't a pencil, so I just had to make sure. You know. That you weren't a little Richard." Huh? Never mind, Jace wanted to know more about this Redhead, and this was the perfect opportunity.

"That was your question, so now it's my turn. Why did you kiss me at the club?"

"You asked me to tell you why I still hung around even when we had finished choosing and practicing our songs, and that was your answer." Clary's jaw hung wide.

'You certainly haven't lost your touch. Good job Herondale.'

"well, thank… you for- being honest. Your turn." She nodded to him, stumbling over her words.

"Most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?" He was desperate to learn about the mysterious creature seated beside him. Of course she blushed a beautiful shade of pink and hid behind her hair.

"When I was fifteen, I got really drunk at a party and some idiot thought it would be funny to drug my drink" a wave of anger threatened to choke Jace as he heard this sickening new development. Did something happen? He was regretting having asked this question.

Clary, seemingly oblivious to his fury continued with her tale.

" I knew my drink had been drugged, because my father had trained me to become accustomed to them and learn what to do in such situations. Like how to identify the drug by the reactions. I left to go to one of the upstairs room, knowing he'd follow. I knew I had about five minutes before I passed out, so I chose the room closest and waited thirty seconds for him to come in after me."

Smart, brave girl. Jace was extremely grateful to her father for saving Clary from a horrible fate. The anger was still there, but it was no longer consuming Jace. He could breathe steadily now and focus beyond the red haze blinding him.

" I tackled him to the ground and me, being drugged and drunk. Well, my body wouldn't cooperate, so there was some difficulty in trying to keep him down. In the fight, somehow my bra fell off- pervy little fucker- and when I smashed his head into the wall, rendering him unconscious I was breathing heavily and I couldn't focus on anything. In the end I ended up putting my bra on backwards and stumbled back to the party to get Isabelle to drive me home. Most embarrassing moment of my life."

Jace was stunned. That's obviously not what he was expecting to happen. Little Red could really hold her own. But when she said Isabelle, did she mean his sister? He'd heard stories from Isabelle about a tiny badass best friend she had, but it couldn't be Clary could it? Suddenly he realised.

The focus of his mission was to kill a spy they had been following for quite some time now. A small, but lethal person, who he had spent the better half of the month tracking. He had enlisted in the Music competition only because his target also had. Could it be? The person he had to assassinate. He had to be wrong. He was told to capture his target and torture the information out of them for Valentine. With a sharp breath it all fell into place.

His target was Clary.

A/N DUN DUN DUN DAAAHHHH. Sorry about another cliffie! But i updated early and i know this chapter was a bit naff but its needed for later on in the story. As always please review and I hope you enjoyed.

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