Disclaimer: Yeah Yeah I know the drill: I don't own the mortal instruments but I wish I did…
The last thing Clary remembered was slipping into a dark, half-sleep. She could feel the strong jolts as Jace's feet slammed the ground as he carried her. Then shouting. Yelling. Something that sounded like "Institute…get her…don't know what happened." Then more running. The familiar stomach drop of an elevator (probably the Institute's) passed over Clary and she felt nausea wash over her. Clary was out of Jace's arms now. She could tell because the radiant heat that had previously warmed her was gone, now a cold void in space. A bright light shone above her, and she reached out, somehow touching it. Clary shrank her hand away quickly because it was fiery hot, but why? In pure curiosity, or as curious as she could be in this state, she reached out again as a blurry hand grabbed her wrist and brought it down beside her.
Clary started feeling very drowsy, and drifted off into a restless sleep.
She stood in the middle of the forest. The sunlight streaming in through the bright green leaves warmed her skin and filled her with happiness. Her hands itched for a piece of paper, pencil, and charcoal. Instead she sat on a moss-covered rock and listened to the birds chirping cheerfully. Hold on, something was wrong. The birds had stopped chirping and it had grown eerily quiet. She glanced up and saw that it had gotten darker. Clouds patched the sky with big blobs of dark grey, ready to burst.
Suddenly, there was a rustle in a nearby bush. Clary stood up, took a seraph blade from her belt and tentatively stepped towards the bush. She felt terrified, but took a shaky breath and kept going. Gulping down her fear, she raised the seraph blade with one hand, and with the other stuffed her fist in her mouth in case she screamed. It rustled again, and this time she heard a deep, low growl. It sounded as if it came from nowhere, yet everywhere. The bush jerked to the side and out came a…rabbit?
Clary heard a twig crack behind her a whirled around, but it was too late. The thing slammed into her, knocking the breath out of her and sending her crashing to the ground. The seraph blade had flown out of her hand and lay several feet away. The person – she now knew – was on top of her and held a dagger to her throat with harsh, hostile eyes…those eyes. He was on her, pressing her down into the dirt and grime, but the muscles and the shape of the body felt oddly familiar to her. She focused her eyes on his face and her mouth went dry, her face pale with shock.
Jace.
Clary woke up screaming with a cold sweat coating the back of her neck, and it plastered her hair to her forehead. She sat up and scanned the room, her eyes landing on Jace. He was placed in an uncomfortable looking chair next to her bed, hands folded, a thin smile on his face.
Jace was the first one to break the silence "Good, you're up."
"How long have I been out?"
"Not long, 2 days." Jace replied
"2 days! I don't know about you but that's pretty long to me!" Clary exclaimed.
"How did you sleep?" Jace changed the subject – he didn't like arguing with Clary. Clary shuddered. "Not well."
"Bad dream?"
"Very." Clary said looking at Jace, watching as his face softened. He leaned over to her and she wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her close, and she knew under that mask of calm he was wearing, that he had been worried sick. Clary broke out of the embrace.
"It's alright Jace. I'm alive and breathing and okay."
"Well that's just the thing," Jace bit his lip, his eyes on the floor. "You're not."
"What?"
"I said you're not okay."
"I know what you said. But why would I not be okay? All I had was some dizziness, a little pain on the side of my head, and I passed out. That's all. I'm completely healthy."
Jace looked as if he had seen a ghost. His face was white as a sheet, his eyes slightly widened and his lips parted with what looked like a mixture of shock and worry.
"Clary. When we were in the van with Simon and Izzy, was that dizziness?"
"Yes." She answered.
"No this is not good. We have to have Magnus come here and check you out."
"Jace for the fifth time I'm – " but she couldn't finish the sentence because again she felt that wave of dizziness and a sharp pain. Her vision blurred around the edges, and Clary struggled to stay conscious.
"Jace.." She cried hoarsely. But she was already being rushed to Magnus's apartment.
She could hear Jace whispering "It's alright. Everything is going to be just fine. I love you, so it will be o – Jace's voice cracked on the last word. Jace, who never lost his composure, never showed emotions, never broke down. Her Jace. Clary was overtaken by blackness as she whispered his name over, and over, and over.
Jace.
Jace.
Jace.
Jace.
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