A/N: I'm updating today because I don't know when I'll be able to again. My mom took my stuff, and I only have my computer right now because I have to do a project. So here you go, and I hope that it'll hold you guys over :)

A lot of the reviews said how Jace and Clary got together so fast. I just think that even though she has amnesia, her body still recognizes Jace and her natural reactions to the things he does take over :)

Now that that's cleared up, here's the chapter!

~I Heart Herondale Boys~

Don't You Remember?
~Chapter Three~

Jace woke the next morning to find Clary looking at him.

He grinned. "Like what you see, stalker?" he asked.

Clary laughed. "I do," she replied, burying her face in his chest. "Ugh, I don't want to get out of bed. I feel like I'm so behind everyone else," she grumbled.

He chuckled. "Too bad. You're all healed up, and I'm not letting you stay in bed all day. How about we go see Simon?"

Clary's face brightened. "Really?"

"Of course. I'm sure Izzy's told him what happened by now, and I'm sure he's freaking out," he replied.

She hugged him tight. "Thank you, Jace. I appreciate it." She glanced around. "Do I have any real clothes here?" she asked.

He stood up and held out his hand for her. "I'll take you to your room."

Hands entwined, they made their way through the twisting halls of the Institute until Jace stopped in front of a door. "Here's your room," he said, pushing the door opened.

Clary gasped. "Oh, wow . . . it reminds me of home," she whispered, running her hands along the bright orange walls.

Jace grinned. "Well, when you moved here, you wanted orange walls. We painted it together."

She turned around to face him. "I live here?" she asked.

He nodded. "You moved into the Institute last year, when you were seventeen."

"This is so hard to get used to . . . I keep thinking that I'm still fifteen."

He laughed. "Nope, you're eighteen. It was your birthday last week."

She smiled. "Wow. Thank you for being so patient with me, Jace. It must be annoying to have to keep filling me in on things," she said, hugging him.

"Nah, I don't mind," he replied. "Well, I'll leave you to shower and get dressed. You have demon gunk in your hair."

Her eyes widened and she reached up, feeling her hair. She groaned. "That's just gross," she muttered. She looked over at him. "One more question: What exactly happened last night?" she asked, her emerald eyes pleading.

He sighed. "We'd gone for a walk in the park. We were on our way back through the park when they ambushed us. We pulled out our seraph blades and started fighting. You killed three of them yourself," he told her, grinning. He laughed at her amazed look, then continued with the story. "I was in the middle of fighting two demons when I heard your cry," he said, wincing. "I saw you fly through the air. You hit right into a big rock. I killed the demon that threw you, but you were already unconscious. I tried to heal you with an iratze, but it just sunk into your skin, meaning you'd been poisoned. I rushed you back to the Institute while Alec and Isabelle finished the demons off."

Clary shivered. "That's nuts . . . can I really fight?" she asked.

He nodded. "You've been doing proper Shadowhunter training for the past two years. Look at the back of your right hand."

She did what he asked, gasping. "I have the same eye thing on my hand as you do!" she exclaimed.

"It was your first permanent mark. You have a few more, too."

"Wow . . ." she breathed.

He smiled indulgently at her. It was fun to watch her discover things about herself.

"Get in the shower, Clary. We'll go to Simon's once you're ready," he said.

She nodded, turning.

Silently, Jace grabbed a little rubber ball from Clary's dresser and chucked it at her. She whirled around and caught it before it could hit her head. She whipped it back at him, and it hit him in the stomach.

She stared, speechless, at her hand. "Did I really just do that?" she asked incredulously.

Jace nodded, clutching his stomach where the ball had hit him. She threw hard.

Her hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh my God, Jace, I'm sorry," she said, eyes wide. "Something just took over me, and I didn't know what I was doing."

He laughed. "It's okay, Clary. I just wanted to show you how amazing you are."

Clary chuckled. "Yeah, a few years ago, that would have hit me in the head before I could even think about turning."

He smacked her lightly on the butt. "Get in the shower, stinky," he said.

She stuck her tongue out at him and ushered him out of the room, closing the door behind her. As he was walking away, he heard the shower turn on, and wondered if he should have told her that she had no towels left in her room.

~MI~

Clary looked at herself in her bathroom mirror. She couldn't help but notice how much her body had changed in the past few years. She was lean and muscly, and curvier. Like, she actually had hips and boobs. She saw the few ink-like markings she had, and lots of scars from the marks that weren't permanent. Her curly red hair was longer. She wasn't as freckly. With a start, she realized that she looked like her mother. She even noticed how much more graceful she'd become, just like Jocelyn.

She thought about everything as she showered. Then, suddenly, she had a thought. Am I even a virgin anymore? she asked herself. At the thought of Jace running his fingers over her bare skin, she shivered. She could almost imagine it . . . or was it a flicker of a memory that was teasing her mind?

Shaking her head, she shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, searching for a towel. She found none.

"Dammit," she swore. She was going to have to yell for Jace. "JACEEEEEE! BRING ME A TOWELLLL!" she yelled as loud as she could. Moments later, she heard the door of her room open, then heard Jace knock on the bathroom door.

She opened it a crack and peered out. Sure enough, Jace was there, smirking as he held up a towel.

"Did you need this?" he asked, waving it around.

"Yes, I do. Hand it over."

"Come and get it."

"NO! I'm naked," she exclaimed, blushing.

"All the more reason, Clarissa. You chicken?"

Gritting her teeth, she shut the door. "Give me a minute!" she grumbled.

Reaching down, she grabbed the fluffy bath mat that was on the floor and wrapped it around herself. She opened the door and ran out. She reached for the towel, but Jace dodged out of her way.

"Jace! Give me the goddamn towel!" she hissed.

He pranced around her, grinning. "Nope. You have to work for it."

Making sure the mat was wrapped tightly around her, she crouched down, coiling to spring. She pounced at him, knocking him over and landing on top of him. Her hands smacked into his chest, knocking the breath out of him. She looked into his eyes, and she stopped short. His golden eyes were smoldering as he looked at her, and he was breathing heavily. She was suddenly conscious that the only barrier between her bare skin and him was the mat.

Without even really thinking about it, she crushed her lips to his. He moaned at her ferocity, his hands reaching up to tangle in her wet hair.

Knowing that he was sufficiently distracted, she snatched the towel from his hand and jumped up, grinning at the confused look on his face.

"What . . . ?" he mumbled.

"Next time, don't mess with me, Lightwood," she said, smirking.

"You little devil," he muttered, sitting up. "Well played, Fray. Well played."

Hehe I love Jace and Clary :P

Please read my new series of oneshots, "26", and my other oneshot, "Hiding My Heart Away". It would mean a lot to me!

Until next time...whenever that is :P

~Sarah~