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Jace's death and rebirth

It was as if Jace was drowning. He took in a sharp intake of breath, however he didn't get to breathe out as he dropped to his knees in front of his father. Jace fell further under the water as he tried to find her. All he needed to see was a glimmer of her green eyes, a strand of red hair, or at least her silhouette.

However, the water was succumbing him; it felt as if his neck was getting colder and closer, his head was to follow. He tried to take one last breath to utter one name. He moved his eyes over, looking for his one and only love. The only person ever to make his heart beat faster, the only person to ever make him want to hold her hand and kiss her cheek, the only one to ever love him as a lover. What he wouldn't give to hold her one more time.

His eyes were at her feet first, then her legs, torso, arms, and as he was just topping her neck to look at her face, when Jace felt the water pull him completely under.

He was dead.

Darkness.

He didn't know how to describe the place he was in, it was like a never ending dark hallway. No fiery red hair to help light his way. Every step he took he was worried that some trap door would open and make him fall into Hell, never to be seen again. Only a handful of times in his life had he felt scared, and he was terrified.

All he wanted to do was find some later or portal or anything, that would bring him back to her. To get her away from Valentine and then kill him. Jace could only hope that he wasn't hurting her. So he kept running, starting into a run, but the hallway kept getting longer and darker with every step he took. He couldn't call out her name or whisper his words of love to her, all he could do was think. Clary.

"Jace." Suddenly, he heard of voice. Not just a voice, her voice. His Clary. He looked around himself, looking for her, slightly relieved when he didn't see her down here with him. So was it a part of his imagination? Would this be the last thing he heard before he fell into Hell?

But he was being pulled up, out of the shadows and darkness. And with a gasp, he was back. Back in his own body, as if nothing had happened. He was staring up at the moon in awe, breathing again. He turned his head to the side and saw the laying body of Clary Fray.

"No." He whispered, his voice clear. His limbs moved toward her, crawling over to her. "No." He whispered again, almost falling over her body.

However, he didn't need to worry because he then noticed the slight rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing. They were both breathing. He smiled.

"Clary," Jace said looking down at her face. Her eyes were closed, but he needed to see them open. Needed to see the brilliant green that made him strong. "Open your eyes."

She did.

Jace breathed out an unnecessary sigh of relief, there she was. His Clary. Breathing and alive, underneath him on the sand. He looked over her face, to her tens of freckles, how he wanted to kiss every single one of them. To her nose, her cute button nose he always loved to see crunched up when she got angry. To her lips, the lips that undid him, made him want to be kissing her at all times. Every chance he could, he would kiss her every second. To those green eyes, that were inspecting him, watching him in surprise but with so, so much love.

Jace couldn't stop smiling. They were finally free to love and cherish and to worship her like she so deserved to be worship.

"You're alive, really alive." She whispered, a small smile growing on her face as well.

He reached to touch her face, it was cold and covered in dirt and blood. But he didn't care, he was touching his Clary and she was safe. "I was in the dark. There was nothing there but shadows, and I was a shadow, and I knew that I was dead, and that it was over, all of it. And then I heard your voice. I heard you say my name, and it brought me back."

"Not me." Clary said. "The Angel brought you back."

"Because you asked him to." He traced his fingers along her cheek and around her eyes, all over her face. But it was still all real, she was still there, "You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me."

"But I don't want anything else in the world."

Jace felt the words go straight into his heart and he gasped as his heart fluttered. She was never leaving his sight again, Jace wanted to see her every second of his life, for he knew what it was like to be without her now.

"You're not my brother, you know that, right?" Clary asked breathlessly.

He grinned, "Yes. I know that." Jace traced his fingers down the side of her face. He leant down and kissed her nose and then went up kissing her closed eyelids, after that he kissed down the side of her face, and finally, finally reached her lips.

It was nothing short of the most passionate kiss the two had ever shared. Clary's fingers quickly tangled themselves in Jace's hair, keeping his face pressed to hers. Not that he was leaving anytime soon, his own hands cupped her cheek and the other moved around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Clary had to break away too soon, for air, but that didn't stop Jace from kissing down her neck. Clary was kissing anything she could reach; his hair, his forehead, his closed eyelids.

"I love you." She whispered, which caused Jace to stop kissing her and look into her eyes. Which were almost black with lust, but he could still see the undying, everlasting love for him that blazed within them. "And I would ask for you again, I'll always ask for you."

Jace kissed her lips tenderly, "I would ask for you, too. I love you so much, Clary."

"I love you." She repeated. "I'm so happy, Jace. You make me so happy."

Jace smiled, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone, "I love you, Clary. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Clary giggled, "After all we've been through, you'd think their be a higher title."

He rose his eyebrows, challenging her, "Will you be my wife?"

Her green eyes widened in fear more than surprise, "I suppose there is a higher title." She whispered to herself, cupping his face in her hands, "One day, Jace, but as for today, yes. I'll be your girlfriend. Now, kiss me."

Jace smiled as he kissed her with bruising pressure.

"Clary!" Their kiss ended shortly after they heard the voice of Clary's mother. They looked over and saw all their family and friends running towards them.

A/N: Thanks for reading!