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~Sarah~

Don't You Remember?
~Chapter Two~

Clary turned her head to look at Jace, and gasped. This gave Jace hope: maybe she remembered him now! That hope was crushed, however, when she spoke next.

"He's my boyfriend?"

Jocelyn nodded.

"How is that possible?" she asked. "I mean, he's way out of my league," she added, blushing.

Jace reached over to take her hand. "No, Clary, I'm not. If anything, you're out of my league," he said, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

She stared down at her hand, wonder all over her face.

"What did you say your name was?" she asked, looking up to his face.

"Jace. Jace Lightwood."

Isabelle chose that moment to burst through the doors, Alec and Magnus trailing behind her.

"Oh, Clary! You're up! How do you feel? I hope the demon poison didn't hurt you too much," she gushed.

"Um, I'm okay, I guess. Thanks for your concern. One question, though: Who are you?"

Isabelle's eyes widened. "Ah, hell. Magnus, what the hell did you do to her?" she demanded, turning to face him.

Magnus held up his hands. "It's not my fault. She must have hit her head really hard, and is now suffering from memory loss."

"My baby . . ." Jocelyn whispered, burying her head in Luke's chest.

Clary's eyes widened as she looked at Magnus. "Oh my God . . . you . . . you have cat eyes!" she shrieked, leaning away from him.

Magnus sighed impatiently. "Yes, and you have red hair. Now that that's established, calm yourself down so that I can try to fix you."

"Fix me? There's nothing wrong with me!" she exclaimed.

"Tell me what you did yesterday, then," Magnus countered.

"I know exactly what I did yesterday. I went to Pandemonium with Simon, and I . . . oh my God, I saw you three there! You guys killed that thing, and it disappeared!" she said, motioning to Jace, Alec and Isabelle.

"That's the extent of your memory?" Alec asked incredulously.

Clary nodded.

Jocelyn reached out to take her hand. "No, honey. That was almost two years ago. Yesterday, you were at mine and Luke's first anniversary dinner."

"You two are married?" Clary asked, her voice shattering through two octaves.

"Yes, Clary." Luke sighed. "There's a lot that we're going to have to tell you, isn't there?"

Clary nodded, still in shock. "But . . . I guess we should let what's-his-name try to fix me."

"Magnus," Magnus growled. "Magnus Bane. Don't ever forget it."

"I-I'm sorry, Magnus," Clary stuttered, pale as sheet.

Jace growled. "Ease up a little, Mags. She doesn't remember you," he whisper-yelled. "She's fragile right now."

"Excuse me?" Clary said angrily. "I have ears, you know. I'm not fragile, just slightly forgetful at the moment. So lay-off, asshat."

Jace grinned. "That's my girl."

Clary's face softened, and she blushed. "Sorry. The temper comes with the hair, I think." She paused, pursing her lips. "Where's Simon, anyway? You'd think that he'd be here if something happened to me."

Isabelle sighed. "Clare, he can't come into the Institute. It's hallowed ground and, well, he's damned."

"DAMNED? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?" Clary yelled furiously.

Jace laid a hand on Clary's forearm to calm her. "Clare-Bear, Simon's a vampire," he said softly.

There was a moment of shocked silence from Clary before she fell back, fainting from shock.

Magnus cleared his throat. "Everyone, back away. I'll see what I can do."

They all did as they were asked, giving Magnus some space. They watched as he put his hands on either side of her head, the blue sparks from his fingertips sinking right into her skin.

Moments later, his brow furrowed. "I . . . I can't do it. Nothing's working." He sighed. "We're just going to have to wait for her memory to come back on its own, if it even does. Though, I think I managed to get her some of her memory back. It isn't going to be much, but at least it's something."

Jace buried his face in his hands. "It's my fault," he said miserably. "I should have been watching her more carefully."

Isabelle rubbed his back. "Jace, you know it isn't your fault. No one could have stopped it. Don't blame yourself."

He sighed. "I can't help it, Iz. How would you feel if something happened to Simon, when you were supposed to have his back?"

For this, Isabelle had no answer.

Jace sat diligently by Clary's bedside long after everyone had left. His eyelids had begun to droop, but he refused to sleep, since Clary could wake up any minute.

Right when sleep had almost taken him, he heard a soft sigh, followed by his name in a quiet murmur.

He snapped awake, though he hadn't necessarily been sleeping. "Clary! Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling?" he asked hurriedly, springing up to feel her temperature.

She pushed his hand away. "I'm fine, Jace. Much the same as before, but . . . I remember coming here, to the Institute. Mom's gone, and I was attacked . . ." she whispered hoarsely. "You saved me, Jace. Thank you."

"Don't worry, you've thanked me before. It was two years ago, just like your mom said."

Suddenly, she grinned. "Are her and Luke really married?" she asked excitedly.

Jace nodded. "And disgustingly in love. Worse than us, even."

"That's going to take some getting used to . . . for both things," she added at the end for clarification.

Jace sat back down, lacing his fingers through hers. "I know it will. But I'll be here for you through everything. You won't have to do this alone." He smiled at her, then said, "So, exactly how much do you remember now?"

She pursed her lips. "Up until finding out that I'm a Shadowhunter. God, Alec really hates me, doesn't he?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Not anymore."

"Well, that's good." She paused, biting her lip. "So . . . Simon's really a vampire now?"

He nodded.

"How?" she asked quietly.

Jace winced, remembering the whole scene of vampire Simon digging his way out of his own grave. That was one thing he was going to let her remember on her own.

"I'm sure you'll remember soon enough, Clare-Bear."

She giggled. "That's cute. I'd never think of you as someone capable of being so adorable."

He put his hand over his heart, his face a mask of mock-hurt. "You wound me so, Clarissa. Does your Jay-Bear mean nothing?"

She giggled louder this time. "Apparently, he means everything to me."

Jace laughed and began leaning closer. "I'll show you just how much I mean to you," he breathed, his lips inches from hers. He heard her breathing pick up as she closed her eyes and leaned closer, closer . . .

. . . and then Magnus burst through the door.

"Dammit, Mags, you couldn't have waited like, five more seconds?" Jace asked in annoyance.

Magnus grinned. "Nope."

"Why not? It's not like I burst through the door when you and Alec are about to make-out."

"No, because the consequences would be dire." He yawned. "Move away so that I can examine Miss Amnesia."

"Watch it," Clary growled.

Magnus held his hands up in surrender. "Easy there, Clare."

Clary crossed her arms over her chest. "Just go ahead and do what you must, Magnus."

Rolling his eyes, Magnus snapped his fingers. Blue sparks hovered in the air around his fingertips, charging them with an eerie blue glow.

Clary looked awestruck. "What are you?" she breathed.

Magnus sighed impatiently. "A warlock. Now, hold still, and I'll try to see if I can fix you while you're awake."

She stuck her tongue out at him, but did what was asked of her. She sat quietly and as still as possible while Magnus' hands hovered over her, shining with a blue light.

"Do you feel any different?" he asked once he'd finished.

Clary pursed her lips. "Not really. Just kinda . . . tingly."

Magnus scratched his cheek. "That could be a good sign. I guess we'll just have to wait a few hours and see if there are any changes."

"You look tired, Mags. You should go get some sleep. All of those spells can't be too good for you," Jace said.

"Sleep sounds really good right now," Magnus agreed, stretching. He wiggled his fingers at them. "Toodles, lovebirds." He shut the door behind him, leaving Jace and Clary alone again.

"Now, where were we before Magnus so rudely interrupted?" he asked, leaning closer.

Clary giggled, poking him in the nose. "Right"—she poked him on the nose—"about"—she poked his lips, leaning in closer—"here," she whispered before pressing her lips to his. Jace finally felt home as his lips moved in sync with hers, the way they always had.

Moments later, Clary curled up against Jace's side. He kissed her forehead, and she yawned.

"Goodnight, Clare-Bear," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Jay-Bear," she replied, closing her eyes.

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