Okay, guys. So, they were all out of virtual cookies at the store. Humph. Anyways, I know that last cliffhanger was pretty freaking evil. I'm sorry. Actually, not really. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. So, I promised you guys I'd bring in the lost memories at some point, right? Well, in the chapter we gain lost memory #1! I hope you guys like this chapter. There is a mix I listened to while writing this chapter. I will have a mix for this story up on my 8tracks account (Shadowhunter121) Like I have for my story, Unexpected Love, Soon. But, for now, here the one I listened to while writing this chapter.

You can view it here: /michellie-tgp/top-50-tvd-songs

Dancing scene song: New York, Snow Patrol.

1st clary scene song: I was wrong, sleeperstar.

-Mermaid12108

Unknown Fate

Jace P.O.V.

Jace sat in the threadbare hospital chair. It was uncomfortable, but he didn't care. At all. All he cared about was Clary's limp, pale hand in his. He ran his thumb over the thin blue tracery of veins in her wrist, thinking. He should have been there, dammit! He shouldn't have called her, if he hadn't she wouldn't be on the brink of death by something so damn mundane. Beside him, the monitor beeped in time with the beats of her loving, brave, and ever careful heart, by something clipped to her index finger. She looked…she looked dead. She lay shock still, the thin hospital blanket tucked up to her chest, her arm that jace wasn't holding, lay straight, unmoving. Her skin was pale, as if all color and joy had been washed out of her. Her bright red hair was the only color in the pitiful room. He let himself drift back to a memory that he loved.

He and Clary sat on a couch in the institute library, Clary laying against him. His hand was on her stomach, drawing little patterns, mostly middles little swirls of circles, sometimes of runes, and, more time than one, a heart. Then, something made his hand still. Under his fingertips, he felt the tinniest little flutter, but it was there. He moved his hand to the spot he had felt it again, and he felt it. A little thump, thump. It was the beat of their baby's heart. His face lit up into a grin, and he leaned down near Clary's ear, stirring her hair when he whispered: "Can you feel it?"

She turned her head to look at him obviously confused. "Feel what?"

He took her hand, and pressed it where his hand had been. After a few seconds, she gasped. "I-I can feel it," she said, grinning, joyous tears shining in her eyes. "It's our daughter's heartbeat." She whispered.

"How do you know it's a girl? It could also be a boy." Jace said, still smiling.

"Mothers instinct." She said, sticking her tong out at him.

"Well, I call this boyfriends instinct." He said, and got up, holding his hand out to her. She took it, and he led her to the center of the library, sun filtering in on the exact spot and warming his skin. He put a hand on her shoulder, and another on the small of her back pulling her to him. "I don't know how to dance." She whispered.

He smiled, and said, "Just follow my lead." She did, and very slowly, she threaded her arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder. He leaned his cheek against her head, her red hair tickling his cheek. They stayed there, eyes, closed, just rocking, slowly, back in forth, locked in each others embrace, letting the outside world escape. it was just them, and nothing could ruin this moment.

Jace woke from the memory with a start, and he realized he had fallen asleep. Simon, of all people, was shaking him awake. "What?" He asked sharply. It looked like the vampire hadn't even heard him. "How is she?" Simon whispered, head down.

Jace clenched his eyes shut. "I don't know." He admitted.

Simon needed, his head still down. His lips pressed into a thin white lune, and he left the room. Jace put his eyes back on clary, never, ever, letting her go.

Stay with me, He pleaded silently. I can't lose you. You're the world to me. You need to live. You need to see our daughter. She's beautiful. She looks just like you. Please, fight. For me, for our family. Please.

Clary P.O.V.

Clary walked through endless, inky darkness, a hospital gown almost reaching her knees. Her footsteps echoed a million times. "Hello?" She called, and it just echoed of everywhere and nowhere, telling her she was alone. She felt a light pressure on her right hand, and she looked down. Her hand was extended to her left, and when she turned, the pressure became stronger, and the darkness around her seemed to lighten, even though everything but herself was blank darkness. She took a few steps forward, and she realized that the pressure on her hand was another hand, squeezing hers. when she looked up, she saw herself lying, lifeless, on a hospital bed. Jace was beside her, gripping her hand like a lifeline. She ran toward the door, all grins, and jumped though-but it bounced her back, like an invisible force field. She frowned, and pressed her hand against the barrier,palm flat, finger spread out. This is my life, She thought. It's not supposed to be like this. I'm supposed to be okay. Alive. You cant keep this from me. YOU WILL NOT KEEP THIS FROM ME. She thought viciously, and pressed her hand against the barrier, with the force of a mack truck. "LET. ME. GO." She screamed, and the barrier gave way, breaking into a thousand shards that glittered around her, and disappeared before they hit the ground. She looked around the room, and went to jace. She smiled at him, tears building in her eyes. I'm back. She promised. I'm not letting go. Ever again.

"I'll see you soon." She whispered, her voice sounding like a quiet drizzle of rain. She bent over, and kissed him on the cheek. Then she went over to her body. She knew what she had to do. She laid down in the same exact position as her body, and then, she saw warm, yellow and pink light form a haze around her, and she took a breath. A real breath. She was back. She opened her eyes, and looked at jace, happy tears flowing from her eyes. She smiled, laughter in her voice as she said, "Jace, look up, you ignorant, beautiful idiot." His head snapped up, and she lunged forward, wrapping herself around him in a hug, ignoring the way her stomach screamed in protest. He squeezed her back, and whispered a lullaby in her ear that she couldn't form at first, and then she did. It was her name. Just her name.

Are you crying? I'm crying. I want to say, no ignorance or snottiness intended, that I am very, very, very proud of this chapter. I know its short, but…well. Please review. I love you guys so much for all the support you have given this story. Don't worry: It's not even near over. It's in the middle, actually. I hope I didn't make you cry to much. I made myself cry rioting this chapter, so I know its a feel packed chapter. With all my love, darlings.-Mermaid12108