A.N.: Ahh, yes, the lemons, they just get better with time. Lol! Jace and Clary catching Malec in Wal-Mart was priceless. A little idea I had because of an experience I had. Oh man, what's this I hear about 75 year old men and self pleasure lube? *Shivers* I'm not accustomed to old people. *Shivers again* They smell like…well death…and dead roses. Hence; death.

It was ice cold and Clary could feel her teeth chattering distantly. She wasn't really aware of anything else but the person in front of her. Person, being the least describing word for him.

Dark, almost black eyes, with barely any visible pupil. She could also feel herself shaking and shivering uncontrollably. It'd been like this for what seemed like forever; their eyes locked with each other.

They just stared at each other, her eyes showing sheer terror and his showing amusement and malice. She had tried to seem brave, but couldn't seem to get her self to do that. No, not in front of him. He was much, much, much too terrifying. Jonathan Morgenstern; her brother.

"I--what do you want?" Her voice sounded much stronger than she felt, and for that, she would be forever grateful.

He stood, causing her to cringe a little, and started pacing in front of her. "I want what any lone child wants…" he cocked his head to the side, an eerie look in his demon eyes.

Clary gulped, "What would that be?" She felt goose bumps erupt everywhere on her body. Her back, her arms, legs, her hair and the hair on the back off her neck was standing on end.

He knew too. Oh boy he knew, he definitely knew how terrified she was right now. She was almost sure he could smell it. There was a slight smug look in his eyes, along with something murderous as he stopped in front of her. "My father."

"He's dead," she said coldly, jaw clenched, fists clenched. Her stomach was churning with an utter sickness as she glared at him. She couldn't seem to look away though. How could her own blood want to terrify her this way? He doesn't feel anything. No emotions at all, she thought to herself.

Jonathan's face turned as hard as marble, everything about him seeming still. He didn't even blink. And then, he eyes flicked to hers as he slowly bent down, just inches from her face. "And there's nothing I can do to fix that, correct?"

Clary gripped the sides of the leather chair she was sitting in, wishing she could just sink into it, become a part of it. Anything to get away from him. "No." She said, voice unsteady. Where was Jace? Why wasn't he coming to the rescue?

"That's where you're wrong Clarissa," Jonathan walked to the back of her chair and leaned in close to her ear. "There is a way."

"No, there isn't." Clary said, trying to hide the panic in her voice.

"Oh but there is," he smiled maliciously and went to stand in front of her, "It's just a matter of getting the right…ingredients."

"Shut up," Clary said, clapping her hands over her ears. "Shut up!"

"Clary!" He sang loudly, laughing and walking around the very dark room to a far corner. "Would you like to see the first ingredient?"

"No!" She shouted, shooting up from her chair and trying to run away, but he just moved so fast. He was over to her in a second and jerked her head back with her hair. He gestured to where he'd been standing and a light lit up the corner.

And there was Jace. Hanging upside down with one ankle tied to the ceiling with a rope holding him there. Hands tied together, eyes lifeless, open and terrified. A bath of his blood sat just under his bloody halo of hair.

Clary screamed, a blood curling scream, and bolted upright in her bed, her chest heaving. She whimpered and groped around for her cell phone. 3 A.M. it read. She shivered, despite the warmth of her bed, and looked around her room with terrified eyes.

When she'd gotten home from the Institute, she found a note on the counter. Clary, got called to Idris for emergency. Call if you need anything. Love, Mom and Luke.

Scratch!

No.

Thump!

Clary whimpered and pulled the covers tighter around her and felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead. Then, came the horrible sound of some kind of animal, most likely a cat, being tortured.

Who could she call?

Thump! Scratch! "Meeeeeeeeooowwww!" Oh god, Clary thought, clutching her phone. Who could be here fast enough. Simon!

She clicked open the phone and dialed Simon's number with shaky fingers. It ringed a few times before he picked up, panting, "Hello?"

Clary closed her eyes, relieved to hear his voice. "Simon…I need you to come, quick."

"Clary, I'm kind of in the middle of something," he sighed defeatedly, "Can't it wait?"

She'd forgotten Simon wasn't really the nerdy boy she once knew. He'd gained confidence by being with Isabelle. "No Simon, I'm sorry, it can't--" scratch! and that horrible noise again.

"What was that?" Simon asked, sounding panicked.

"Please Simon, hurry," Clary said shakily, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. She was so scared.

"I'll be right there." he assured. Clary heard Isabelle's disgruntled voice in the back ground as he hung up. Clary swallowed and put her hands over her ears, her head between her legs, and tried not to think.

"Clary," someone was shaking her, "Wake up, Clary…"

Clary jerked and her head hit something, hard. She must have fallen asleep. She rubbed her head and blinked open her eyes to look up at Simon. "Sorry," she mumbled, then clung to him. Her arms wrapping around his hard solid body. He just felt so…stable, fearless.

"'S okay, doesn't really hurt," she could hear the slight smile in his voice. He pulled her back at arms length, "G--" he swallowed. "Clary, what happened? What was that noise?"

She felt like all the breath went out of her and looked into his wide brown eyes, "I don't know." She said truthfully. "It's--I just don't know. And I--had this nightmare about J--Jonathan," she stopped stammering when he pulled her in for another hug.

"It's okay now. I'm here," Simon said in a soft, comforting voice, rubbing her back in slow soothing circles. It made her want to fall asleep again.

Isabelle walked into the room and stood hesitantly at the doorway. "I couldn't find anything," she frowned and looked at the two of them, then at just Clary. "Are you okay? You're not hurt?"

"No--I'm exhausted," Clary admitted, sighing as Simon let her go. She stood and brushed herself off and straightened herself up. She hadn't bothered to change into pajamas, so she still had her earlier sweater and jeans combo on.

"What was your nightmare about?" Simon asked, searching her eyes intently.

Clary felt the flesh on her arms pimple. "Jonathan," she whispered faintly.

Isabelle gestured to the kitchen, "Come on, coffee." What she really meant was Clary was going to make coffee for herself and tell them about the nightmare. That was okay though. At least they were here, and she didn't have to hear those horrid, terrifying noises anymore.

Once she sat down with her coffee (black this time), she relayed the dream to Isabelle and Simon quietly. She felt breathless the whole time she was telling them, and felt like vomiting when she described what had happened to Jace.

"You know it's not real right?" Isabelle said anxiously. "It's just a nightmare. Anything can happen in them." She was gnawing on her lip and looking down at her fingers, which must have been really interesting considering she wouldn't look at anything else.

Simon stayed silent as Isabelle ran on about how the dream wasn't real. When Clary couldn't take it anymore, she snapped, "Who are you trying to convince Isabelle? Yourself? Me?"

Simon looked up, startled, at Clary. "What do you mean? A dream is a dream. Are you saying that…you think it's real."

Clary looked down into her empty coffee cup, "I don't know what I'm saying Simon. I really don't know. I'm shaken up, I'm tired, and Luke and my mother are probably gone for the night."

At this, Isabelle looked up, "You can come back to the Institute with me," she looked to Simon, who nodded, and then back at Clary. "I really don't want you here by yourself and I'm not staying here…"

Slowly, Clary stood, "Okay…just let me get a few things." She walked off into her bedroom and hastily threw into her bag pajamas, boxer shorts and a thin cotton tank-top. Her toothbrush, a clean pair of underwear, and chap stick.

When she walked out into the kitchen again, Isabelle and Simon had their heads bent close together, in some intense little conversation that Clary didn't want to interrupt. She threw on her tennis shoes and her big puffy jacket. "Ready," she said quietly.

Isabelle looked up slowly, nodded and stood with Simon. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said, and took off out the door, looking nothing more than like a blur of color.

"Let's get us home," Isabelle sighed and offered Clary a small smile as she took her arm in hers. Clary turned and locked the door once they were outside. It had stopped raining, but there were still a lot of clouds gathering in the dark night sky.

Clary didn't like it. It made her feel kind of claustrophobic, clogged, and closed in. Suffocated. She took deep breaths as they walked. When she finally calmed down enough she looked to Isabelle, "Sorry if I disturbed anything."

Isabelle smiled a little, looking coy. "Nah, it's alright. If anything would have happened to you, Jace probably would have stabbed me with one of my own stilettos."

Clary chuckled a little bit, thankful for laughter. "Probably." she agreed, looking out at the traffic in the street somberly as it passed by, people honking at them occasionally here and there.

Jace, she thought with a huge breath. He's fine. He's okay. Probably sleeping soundly in his bedroom. Clary let thoughts of Jace's god-like face flow through her mind and calm her through out her mostly silent walk to the Institute with Isabelle.

***

"Home Sweet Home," Isabelle sighed once they were on the main floor of the Institute. "You know where Jace is."

"Yep, probably sleeping in his room." Clary offered Isabelle a small smile and went to hang her coat up. By the time Clary had gotten it off and on the hook, Isabelle had disappeared. And Alec had appeared, the elevator doors coming open to reveal him looking tired and disheveled.

He made a noise in the back of his throat when he saw her. She thought it sounded like a cross between annoyance and embarrassment. "Hey." he said politely, going to hang his coat up. "What are you doing here? It's late."

Clary just looked at him, staying silent for a long moment before she sucked in a deep breath and said, "I heard noises. And I had a nightmare?"

Alec's face screwed up a little, and she could tell he wanted to ask, "Why are you such a whimp?" but she thought he didn't say anything because he knew Jace would beat him to a pulp. Apparently, no one could make fun of Clary's whimpiness but him.

"Where were Luke and Jocelyn?" he asked after awhile and started walking with her down the hallway.

"Somewhere. Idris maybe. All I know is they had to go somewhere because of an emergency." she sighed heavily. "I would have stayed home but I was scared. Sorry if it annoys you." she squinted at him and then walked faster away. He stood there, frozen in astonishment.

Clary felt like punching Alec for being such an asshole sometimes. She could have been as equally an asshole as him. She could have brought up the Wal-Mart incident, even though they all agreed never to speak of it.

When she got to Jace's room, she hesitated a little. She didn't want to knock and risk waking him up, but she also didn't want to just walk in there in case he was up. Being quiet won over and she slowly and quietly eased open the door and walked inside, shutting in behind her carefully and locking it.

In the darkness, she saw his eyes fly open and focus on her. Despite the darkness of the room, they could see each other pretty okay. "Clary?" he asked sleepily, scooting himself up into a sitting position.

She couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked when he was all tousled with sleep. "Yeah," she agreed in a voice above a whisper and edged away from the door. "Sorry if I woke you."

"No, it's fine." he searched her eyes in the darkness for a few seconds. "Are you okay?"

Clary sighed shakily, "Hold on," she said, going into the bathroom to change quickly. She walked over to Jace, who scooted aside for her, frowning. "I had a nightmare."

He looked like he was about to say something smartass, but Clary cut him off, "About Jonathan." Clary let out a big breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "And I heard those noises again. And no one was home…"

Jace's face was hard, "Jonathan is dead. I killed him."

"Dead or not, the dream and the sounds were still scary." Clary told him seriously, climbing in next to him and resting with her back against his chest.

"Tell me," he said quietly and held her protectively.

She relayed the nightmare and even told him about the part where she saw him dead. She hadn't even realized she was crying until she felt his fingers wiping at her tears.

"Don't cry Clary, I hate it when you cry," he said in a low, strained voice.

"I'm s-sorry." she stammered and wiped at her eyes, sinking into Jace's warm embrace further to calm down. She took deep breaths before she said, "Sorry," again.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," he whispered and nuzzled her neck with his face before he kissed it. "Just get some sleep Clary, I'm right here. Nothing will happen to you." he promised.

She sighed, relieved and pat the hand that was on her belly. "I know Jace."

"I love you," he whispered and closed his eyes.

Clary smiled, all her worries just fading away. "Love you too, Jace." she said and sank even further into his warm arms and fell asleep easily.

Sometime throughout the night, Jace's hands got a little cold. They were resting against something warm and firm. He sighed and rubbed whatever it was. Then, his hand felt something even warmer, and skimmed across something very smooth. He followed the warmth until is gradually got even warmer, his hand slipping under something elastic.

He scooted closer to whatever it was and the texture of it felt somehow familiar yet, weird. His hand was coated in something slick, but it was warm. He sighed. So warm. He rubbed along it with his fingers and then let them slip into a hot pocket of warmth.

Jace sighed again and dug his fingers into it further, feeling something tense around his arm, then shift and open. His fingers explored the warmth curiously, thrusting in and out and curving slightly to feel something flesh-like and wet, but warm. Very warm. His fingers probed further in and out until something started to constrict around them. He frowned, eyes still closed. He pumped his fingers further into whatever it was, wanting to get the thing to stop squeezing his fingers. A strangled sound erupted into the silence.

Clary turned over and moaned, waking up to an intense orgasm. "Jace," she gasped and felt his fingers thrusting into her and curving slightly. She cried out and felt wave after wave of her orgasm hitting her, each time waking up a little more, but still sleepy.

Jace's eyes cracked open, spring to consciousness. "Clary are you--" his eyes widened.

"Jace," she moaned, "god that feels so good, don't stop…"

"I--" Jace swallowed and felt himself harden as he realized where his fingers were, Clary's walls tightened painfully around his three fingers inserted inside of her. "God--I'm so sorry." he whispered. He hadn't meant to do that. Didn't even recall moving his hand down there. It was so wet and warm. He stiffened further as he thought about how warm it would be if he just thrust into her.

Blinking sleep out of his eyes, he groped for his nightstand and pulled out a condom, still thrusting his fingers into her slick warmth.

"Don't be--" she moaned and arched her back against his ministrations, already feeling another orgasm threaten to rock through her body. "Jace--" her breath caught in her throat. "Faster…" everything felt good and dreamlike, her body in ecstasy.

Clary threw off her tank top while Jace stripped off his clothes groggily and slipped on the condom. He got on top of her and pulled off her underwear, then tasted his fingers and groaned, his hips bucking into her.

Clary cried out at the sudden intrusion and gripped his shoulders as he rolled them over, her on top of him. He scooted back against the head board and wrapped her legs around his back as he started to rock them together, their bodies connected.

They breathed rapidly against each other's neck as they started to rock their selves to their climaxes. "Jace--" she breathed, eyes closed as she moaned and felt something start to heat up and coil in her belly, leaving her panting and only wanton for more. "Please, don't stop…" she moaned and felt them topple over, Jace on top of her now and thrusting slowly into her.

"Clary…" he groaned and nipped at her neck, his hands traveling all over her body as he thrusted slowly into her. He attached his lips slowly to hers and felt the kiss become hot and passionate quick, leaving them both panting for air.

"Jace!" she cried. He was going deliciously and painfully slow. She felt something tingle and get unbearably hot, making the knot in her stomach squeeze tighter. She panted and felt her toes curl and her pulse speed to impossible heights.

They weren't really sure how much noise they were making, and probably didn't care, considering they were both half-asleep still. Jace moaned and started to increase his tempo and heard Clary let out a small scream as she came again, her walls clenching tightly around him as he drove into her. She tangled her hands in his hair and kissed him senseless as she rolled on top of him and pushed him down against the bed, an odd light in her eyes and she rocked back and forth on top of him. It seemed almost feral, the way she wanted him, needed him.

He groaned and looked up her in the darkness as she looked down at him with desire and lust in her eyes, along with that need. That look almost threw Jace off of the edge. He could feel himself starting to come at the same time Clary's walls started closing around him again. He reached up and kneading her breasts, his mouth hanging open as he watched her ride him urgently, looking like she was trying to itch something she couldn't scratch.

His hips bucked up as they came together, moaning and panting loudly. He rolled on top of her and pounded into her, milking them both of their orgasms before he collapsed on top of her, his eyes drooping.

"Wow," Clary breathed, still feeling the place between her legs tingling. She took the wrapper and squinted at it, holding it up to the light peeking through his window. Ahh, so it was lubed. A condom that intensifies female pleasure. She chuckled and yawned and hooked her leg around him.

He hooked a leg around her as well and they clung to each other tightly as their pulses started to slow, the sound of each other's even breathing soothing one another into sleep yet again.

A.N.: Sorry about the shortness. I'll try to upload as soon as possible. So? Like the idea of sleepy sex? I sure did. Ahhh, oh no! Jonathan! So, some chapters will be funny, short, serious, long…I'm a very random person when it comes to writing…sometimes. Anything in particular you want in the next chapter? REVIEW! The button is so…VVV close, just click it!