Clary woke up with a start, looking around and her usual room in the institution when her mother allowed her to stay over. She wasn't exactly sure what it was that woke her up- a dull thud from the floor above her- but she was up and wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon.
She vaguely remembered returning to her room after Jace, Izzie, Alec, and herself had fought off a few lesser demons, only getting mild injuries- a few burns that an iraze could resolve quickly- and found, as usual, that they had no information on Jonathan. No matter how hard the Shadowhunters tried to find him, it was as if he had vanished after the whole demon cup incident. There was no trace of him, and as much as she was frustrated by turning up nothing each day, Jace was even more irate. Clary could hardly blame him.
With a sigh, Clary sat up from her bed, and drowsily walked to the bathroom door- hopping a shower would pull her from the morning haze that clouded her mind- when another Thud resonated from the floor above her. This time she could hardly leave the noise unchecked, and bolted out of her door, nearly tripping over church, the black cat who still new the institute better than she did, who glared angrily after her.
Upon hastily climbing the stairs and sprinting down the hallway towards another booming thud, she reached a secondary training room and found Jace attacking a punching bag viciously until it collapsed from the chain holding it up and fell to the ground. so that was the thud, Clary thought to herself as she examined five other punching bags spilling their rice entrails all over the usually quiet training room.
At first, Clary thought about leaving Jace in the room, but as she stepped back a loose floorboard groaned under her foot and gave away her position. Jace snapped his head around, stopping mid way of hanging up another punching bag on the way to slaughter, and his eyes softened.
"What are you doing up here?" Jace asked after surveying the situation he was entangled in.
"I woke up to a noise and came up here to investigate...I- I can leave, if you want." Clary managed, turning her eyes to the ground. She was still wearing what she had to bed- some pajama shorts and a tank top- and suddenly felt embarrassed at how un-clothed she was.
"No, Clary…" Jace's voice trailed off and he walked towards her, bringing out his arms for an embrace, but stopped short. His skin was still hot to the touch because of the Heavenly Fire that pumped through his veins, and he was only wearing a black T-shirt and black pants. Not nearly enough to shield Clary.
Clary wished desperately that the Silent Brothers would find a cure for Jace, but so far they were only able to lessen the affects his touch towards others. She couldn't touch Jace freely and it killed her every time they were this close.
"We will find a cure Jace." Clary said finally, risking a touch to his shoulder. Jace pulled back slightly, fearing he might hurt Clary, but in the end let her hand settled on his shirt sleeve. He wasn't so sure.
Izzable bolted up the stairs, her hair perfect as always, and looked at Jace and Clary, a quick frown showing on her face before she looked at Clary and said "We need to get out of this place and do something that has nothing to do with demon hunting or Sab-Jonathan." Izzy still hadn't gotten used to calling him Jonathan Christopher.
"If you haven't notice we are Shadow Hunters." Jace stated stepping forward and letting Clary's hand fall from his shoulder. "Our job is to fight demon's and-"
"And I'm sick of all this dreary crap!" Izzy shouted cutting off Jace. Clary was a little shocked, but it was true. They had been after Jonathan for a month and a half and still didn't have anything to go on. "We need to get out, take a quick break, just for a day at least."
Jace seemed to be considering what Izzy had to say, it was true they really could use one, but it would be hard to get Jace to break from training with Jonathan still out there with the Demon cup.
"Clary back me up on this." Izzy stated looking at Clary for support. "Tell me it wouldn't be a bad Idea to just go to out and enjoy the day."
"I guess not-" Clary started and Izzy squealed. The shadow Hunter then ran to Clary, grabbed her arm, and bolted down the stairs shouting over her shoulder. "Be ready in twenty minutes Jace. Were going to Coney Island!"