Please don't kill me.

I swear I would have updated sooner but I had AP Exams!

In silence, the pair walked down the hallway. Clary kept peering at him through the corner of her eye, wondering what one earth he was thinking. When she mentioned him coming to her house so that they could work on the project, he paled. Did I say something wrong? She was curious as to why he was so tense. It was like there was a board strapped to his back. When she saw him with others, he seemed much more relaxed.

"So, why did you switch into IB World?" asked Clary, hoping to end the suffocating silence.

Jace, surprised at the notion sudden conversation, thought for a moment before answering. "The counselor put me in all regulars, not knowing my level of previous education, when she realized that nothing was challenging, she switched up all my classes"

Clary was surprised. He obviously had a brain, despite his outward appearance, and it was something she found rather attractive. Wait, what? Attractive? I mean, I guess…

"…for the IB Diploma?" Jace asked, startling the redhead.

"What?" asked Clary. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

He looked at her with eyes full of recognition, as though he was used to her spacing out and smiling gently he said again, "I asked if you're on the track for the IB Diploma."

"Oh, yes I am." She stated proudly.

Jace smirked when he looked down at her. "So you think you're all smartass now, huh? Well, I'll have you know that I, in fact, am on the same track."

"No." She said sarcastically "And here I though all jocks had no brain cells."

"Ah yes. But I am an extraordinary. Besides my apparent good looks, my intelligence is rivaled by no other." Jace stated.

"You might want to shrink that ego before we have to walk through the library door or I don't think you'll fit." said Clary.

"My lady! How terribly you wound me!" Dramatically, Jace gasped.

At this point, they had reached the library. Simultaneously, they both reached for the door and when their hand connected, Clary felt a rushing sensation and then she was in blackness.

It was nighttime. Her eyes were shut and she could hear the lapping of water against the shore. She opened her eyes. Above her, a sky glittering with stars stood out against the blackness.

She saw a man. He was tall with pure white hair. His eyes gleamed with malicious intent. He started shouting about Shadowhunter and birthrights. Clary had no idea what the heck this man was talking about.

"Clary!" cried an achingly familiar voice. She tried to turn towards the sound, but she found herself bound and unable to move. Helplessly she waited for the person to approach. When the figure entered her line of sight, her heart began to pound.

Jace? Here?

In all of his golden beauty, Jace stood bloody and bruised. Not that it mattered to Clary. He was still the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He was carrying a sword and he was wearing all black, making his golden hair stand out brightly in the moonlight that washed over him. He saw Clary, he face conforming to a pained expression as though he couldn't bear to see her like this. He turned toward the man with white hair, pointing the sword at him. Anger radiated off him in waves. Every so often, he would glance over at Clary. Then the strangest thing happened.

The man with white hair took out his own sword pointing it at the boy.

No! Clary wanted to cry. Leave Jace! Please!

The man with white hair and Jace both began to lower their swords as they talked. Multiple expressions flickered across both their faces. When the man reached towards the boy, she knew.

Jace, unsuspecting, helplessly surrendered to his fate. His face went slack and he fell…

Jace watched as Clary twisted and turned on his bed at the Institute. When she had fallen outside the library doors, he panicked. Where was he supposed to bring her? She was only mumbling incoherently at first and Jace was unsure exactly what happened. Then she began telling him to leave. To please leave, Jace, she said, sobbing. The quiet pleas had carried on for an hour only to be interrupted by a sharp cry and a scream. Then she began begging for him to come back, for him to be alive. That's when he knew.

She was dreaming about that night by the lake. When he had tried to save her and failed. When he was killed. When Valentine murdered him. The same night that Clary had asked the Angel Raziel to save him.

The dreams of that night still haunted him. He remembered what it felt like to be cold and alone. It was dark when he died. There was no one, nothing. It was like a starless night. The sadness that had washed over him was unbearable. It was only when a light, bright as the sun, dragged him out of the coldness and he felt breathe in his lungs and a small, warm body curled against his, as though it were trying to shield him.

And when his eyes flickered open, his first thought was Clary…

The first thing she was aware of was the softness around her. She breathed in the familiar scent. It was like balm to her frayed nerves. Her dream, more like nightmare, had seemed so real. It was more of a memory really. Even the man with white hair was familiar. Then she heard movement from somewhere on her right. Her eyes shot open, seeking light in the dark room. She felt stiff all over, as though she had ran a marathon. Sitting up, she peered around trying to make sense of the objects around her. Clary discovered that she was lying on a bed cocooned by thick blankets and pillows. When she turned her head to the left, there was a sliver of light shining through the door that was cracked open. Directly across from the door, on the other side of the bed, was a still figure that was slumped over.

"Hello?" she said in a quiet voice.

So it's a little short and a bit of a filler chapter, but please know that summer is coming and I can dedicate a ton of more time to this. Comment!