Author's note:

Hello, hello.

First off, I forgot to write the name of the song in the last Author's note, so here it is;

Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars

Secondly I would like to say to Bookninja15 that I am sorry for the emotions I made her feel in the last chapter (enough that she even put it on Tumblr, I felt terrible)

Thirdly, remember I have a poll, links to outfits and a tumblr. Profile for details.

Lastly, I regret nothing from the last chapter except mistakes!

ALSO

I have to say that this song really seems like Jace thinking about Clary whenever they have a Clace moment; Hanging by a moment by Lifehouse.

Awesome band, awesome song.

Okay, I have rambled.

Enjoy!

Xox

"Well that was what I expected it to be." Clary said walking into the bedroom and placing her bag down while kicking her shoes off. She fell backwards on the bed and felt it bounce slightly.

"It was a funeral Clary; it was supposed to be sad and ominous, not happy and colourful." Jace said, removing his suit jacket to hang up in his closet.

Clary sat up on her elbows and looked at Jace, thinking about everything that had happened in the last week.

They had just returned from Luke's funeral, Clary had found an address book in his apartment and invited everyone from it, though not all showed up. She had packed up his apartment and taken all of his stuff in boxes back to Wayland Manor where Jace had a room emptied to fill with Luke's belongings. Clary had started going through the things Luke had owned, but she often got emotional seeing everything he had touched or loved.

Clary and Jace's relationship had also developed in a way Clary wasn't sure she was happy with. After their moment at the hospital, Jace telling her he needed her, they had come back home and Clary had gone to her own room, quickly discovering there was no way she was going to be able to sleep and had snuck into Jace's room and slept there. They had been sharing his bed ever since, but neither one of them tried to define what they had. Acting like friends around people but acting like a couple when they were alone.

Clary thought that Jace didn't look at her romantically and when she voiced this, snuggled up with him in his king bed he just shook his head at her.

"It's not that, I'm just...I want to give you time."

Clary didn't know what he meant by that.

Jace came and sat down next to Clary, rubbing her leg comfortingly.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He had been asking this a lot for the last week, ever since he had found her at the hospital, and she always gave him the same answer.

"Of course I'm not okay, but I will be."

Jace sighed and lay down next to her.

They lay there for a while, not touching, not talking, just content with the quiet, the company and staring at the ceiling.

"What do you think he meant?" Clary asked in the silence. Jace turned his head towards her as she turned hers towards him.

"What do I think who meant?"

"Luke," Clary said, a pang hitting her as she spoke his name. "His last words. What do you think he meant?"

Jace looked at her evenly.

"I don't know. It could have mean a number of things, but with what Luke was saying the night before, I think it could have only meant one thing. One obvious thing."

"What's that?"

"That you are Clarissa Morgenstern, daughter of Jocelyn and Valentine Morgenstern and heir to the Morgenstern fortune."

Clary thought about this and shook her head.

"I can't be the heir to his fortune, he has a son."

"Then why would he have given you up and gone to so many measures to keep you away?"

Clary thought about this and was stunned with how much sense it made. Valentine had given her up to keep her from getting what was rightfully hers and she had no idea what. He didn't want her near his fortune.

Jace moved to stand and Clary grabbed his wrist pulling him on top of her.

"Clary," Jace said, a little breathily. "Remember the last time we were in this position?"

"Fondly."

"If you don't let me up, it may be repeated."

Clary wrapped her arms around his neck, bring his lips to hers and before so touched them she said one word, her lips brushing his as she spoke.

"Good."

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Jace awoke and searched the bed for Clary, feeling her side cold. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. Her clothes were gone and so was she.

Jace stumbled out of bed, putting on a pair of sweatpants before heading downstairs, thinking that Clary must have been thirsty or hungry. He saw a light on in the kitchen and he breathed out in relief. Opening the door, he scanned the room and his eyes came to stop on a figure standing behind the counter, although it was not, he realised with annoyance, his little red head.

"You know how inappropriate it is to just waltz into someone's house and steal their food?"

Simon grinned back, placing the various items on the counter and Jace didn't need to ask to know what was going on.

Ever since Luke had passed, Isabelle had been staying at Wayland Manor to keep Clary occupied during the day and, along with Izzy, Simon too had been staying. They were in the guest room farthest from Jace's—and evidently now Clary's—room.

Jace took in the items Simon had taken from the fridge and shook his head. Chocolate Sauce. Whipped cream. Strawberries. Honey. He suppressed a shudder.

"Have you seen Clary?" He asked, ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Why?" Simon asked. "She run out on you?"

Jace scowled. "No, she just isn't in my bed where she is supposed to be."

"So you slept with her," Simon began, a thoughtful look on his face. "And you woke up and she was gone? But she didn't run out on you?"

Jace ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He worried about Clary, now more than ever, all her emotions were heightened with the loss of Luke. He knew what it was like to grieve, he knew what it was like to panic when you watched someone you loved suffer, he knew what it was like to hold their hand in the final moments of their lives.

He had done so for his father. It had made him stronger in some ways and it made him understand what Clary was going through better than anyone.

"I haven't seen her." Simon said, grabbing Jace's attention. "But, considering what has happened in the last week, does it really surprise you that she would want to be alone? Maybe get some air? Go for a walk?"

"I guess not." Jace mumbled. "Well then, back to bed I go and," Jace smirked. "Back to bed you go."

Jace turned to walk out of the kitchen when Simon said his name again.

"Jace," He turned. "Don't break her heart. This girl, Clary, she's different. I can tell that you really like her and if all you two are doing is it well then, maybe you need to re-establish your relationship."

"Lewis, I'm giving her time before I tell her anything like that. Trust me; I am not going to let her slip away."

"How much time are you giving her?"

"As much as she needs?"

"Why?"

"Because," Jace said his hand on the door knob. "I don't know if she wants to be with me that way."

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Clary read the little slip in her hand and turned the corner. She laughed at herself; she wouldn't have been able to miss this place, not in a million years.

Clary opened the door, she knew it was late but she also knew that someone was still here. She walked into the office and searched, looking for the door with the plaque she wanted. When she found it, she walked and hesitantly opened the door, seeing the person look back at her.

"I'm sorry, business hours are—" He stopped when he saw her.

"Clary," Alec restarted after gaining his composure. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," She responded confidently. "I want to sue Valentine Morgenstern for all he's worth."

What is going to happen next?

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