A/N: So, yesterday, I noticed Clockwork
Prince came out... When did it come out? Well, if it was on the 7th, I guess I'm not too late.

Thank you for alerting: djrocks, Smile 4 the Day, toocoolforbeth, and unscenced. :)

Thanks for the reviews on the first chapter. :) Please continue to review so I know that I'm not just writing for the heck of it and no one is reading this. I'll try to put my whole Author's Note up here and not down after the story, so you can just go with the story without interruptions, if you were to read the next chapter.

I can't post chapters unless it's a weekend. So, I'll try to make the story in my book on the week days, and then I'll type it and post it. I'll try to make two or at least one chapter a week.

As always, read and review! :)

~Gabz (12/9/11)

(Yes, I am aware of what that sign to the left of my name means. ;P)

At first, Clary stood frozen to the spot. But as soon as the man who had saved her turned back quickly to her assailant and threw another punch, she ran out as if her life depended on it - it kind of did - forgetting her library books in the process.

When Clary made it back to her and Simon's apartment door, she felt as if her knees were to collapse from beneath her at any moment. But it wasn't from the sprint back - the sprint back wasn't far at all, but she kept remembering the look on the face of the man who had grabbed her. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she felt uneasy. Clary nearly jumped when a voice called out to her when she shut the door, "There you are, Ginge. Now get back to the kitchen and make me a sammich".

Simon sauntered over to the island counter and sat down a barstool as if actually expecting her to make him a, "sammich".

When Clary didn't reply or roll her eyes and smile at him like she usually would've, a worried expression crossed his face and Simon took three long-legged strides to the doorway, towards her.

"Clary, you know I was kidding, right? Well, partially." She didn't say anything.

Although Simon was her best friends, starting from the age of three and throughout high school - which was the time that they tried to date for, like, a week -, Clary didn't feel that she could tell him. So, she tried her best to remain calm and not have a breakdown. Clary tried to put on mask that held an air of indifference, but Simon knew her too well and saw right through it.

Simon stood awkwardly in front of her with his hands in his pockets.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked, placing his left hand upon her cheek.

She broke.

That one, simple, affectionate gesture finally caused her knew to collapse and Simon caught her - before he lost his balance and they both fell to the ground.

Her shoulders shook and her tears came out in torrents. She tried to speak many times but she couldn't. Every time she opened her eyes and saw Simon's concerned look, a new wave of tears came. The memories of what had happened flooded through her mind.

Simon just waited until she stopped shaking. He was just there - holding her and being there for her. Her shoulders finally stopped shaking and there were only tears and sniffles.

Simon pulled back and asked her, "What happened?"

Clary took a deep breath and told him every single detail that she could remember.

"Do you remember what your 'savior' looked like?" Simon snickered. Clary sniffled, "It's not funny, Si, and yeah."

"I'm sorry, Clare-bear, it's just how I try to make my problems seem better," Simon pulled back and patted Clary's cheek. "And 'yeah' what?"

"First of all, it's my problem." Clary replied rolling her eyes. "And secondly, 'yeah' i remember what my savior looked like." Clary swallowed.

"And...?" Simon raised an eyebrow.

The damn eyebrow thing. Clary thought.

"Well, he-he was tall?" Clary said reluctantly. She was clearly uncertain how to start. Simon just watched her, expectantly. "Just don't call me crazy, 'Kay?"

"I already think you're crazy." Simon mumbled.

Clary glared him, "What did you say?"

Simon cleared his throat and said, "I said, I always loved you, Clary." Then, he quickly added, "And I shall bow down to you forever, Fray."

Clary patted his brown hair. "Good boy."

"Woof." Simon replied. Clary giggled.

"Well, back on topic." She sighed. "He looked like an a-angel." Clary peeked for his reaction, but there was none. She continued, "He had - from what I could see - blonde hair and when he looked at me, I saw one side of his face and what I saw was his eye was gold. Do you think he was really an angel?"

Simon finally reacted with a snort. It didn't stop there, though. He threw his head back and started to do full-on-roll-on-the-floor-laughing.

"What?" Clary yelled, confused.

Simon's laughter finally died down to a minimum, "From what you described to me, what 'angel' wears all black?"

"Umm... I don't know? The guardian angel-spy kind?" Clary replied sarcastically.

Simon just laughed, "Go to sleep, Fray." Simon then added, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Clary laughed a lot in the last hour despite what had happened. "Oh yes! I do fear what you'll do to the next person that tries to rape me."

"Not funny, Fray." Simon huffed.

"G'night, Si." Clary replied, ignoring his comment.

"G'night, Clare-bear." Simon yawned, kissing her on the cheek.

Umm... okay, so I lied. Well, the "He was tall" thing, I'm pretty sure that's pretty common in other stories, too. That's it. And thank goodness for the Spell Check thing. :D

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~Gabz (again)