A/N: Hi, guys...I'm soooooooo sorry for taking so long. I've just been going through some major writer's block for this story. And, I've been really busy this summer...I know it's no excuse, but just know that I'm really sorry :(

Anyways, I hope you guys like the chapter! Not sure how good it is...

Disclaimer: I don't know TMI or its characters. Cassandra Clare does. I only own my plot :)

~ Sarah Odair ~

Don't You Remember?
~Chapter Five~

A week had passed, and Clary hadn't regained any more memories. Jace was really becoming worried; what if she never got them back?

He found himself unable to sleep half the time because of his worry for her. He watched her sleep, willing her to remember. But she never did.

It was late, the middle of the night, and sleep had once again eluded Jace. It wasn't healthy for him to be losing so much sleep, but the whole situation was stressing him out so much that when he actually did manage to sleep, it wasn't even restful.

He watched Clary's pale face as she slept soundly, the moon shining on her skin. He'd never seen anything more beautiful. The moon had leached all color from her face, yet her hair remained bright. Her eyelashes shone like sparks of copper. He stroked her pale cheek, sighing. He needed her to remember, because he couldn't stand the fact that Clary only loved him now because she was told that she loved him. It made him feel sick, knowing that.

After a while, when Jace was almost asleep, Clary began to whimper in her sleep. She tossed and turned violently, her face pinched up in agony.

"Simon . . . I'm sorry . . ." she whimpered. She continued thrashing until Jace was forced to wake her.

Her eyes snapped open, revealing the emerald green irises that Jace adored. They were full of fear, and were quickly filling with tears. Wordlessly, Jace pulled her to his chest and stroked her hair as she sobbed and cried.

The sounds she made were absolutely heart-wrenching. She sounded devastated, like she couldn't catch her breath, and her whole body shook. Jace just held her and let her cry, not once saying anything, letting her calm down.

Once she was hiccupping, he gently pulled her away from his chest so that he could look her in the eye.

"Clary, are you okay?" he asked, his golden eyes searching her face.

She shook her head, her lower lip trembling. "I had the worst dream. Simon was half-dead, on the doorstep of the Institute, with another boy. He said that we had to bury Simon and let him come back as a vampire if we didn't want him to die. And so we did, and he dug his way out and . . . God, Jace, it was horrible!" she cried, tightly shutting her eyes. A few tears managed to squeeze through, and Jace promptly caught them with his index finger.

"Clary . . . that really happened. That's how vampires are made. You must have remembered it subconsciously," he said softly.

She buried her face in her hands, her body shaking as sobs tore their way from her chest. Jace's arms encircled her once more, holding her tightly and murmuring words of comfort in her ear.

"This is all so messed up," she whispered. "I wish I could just remember everything . . . I can feel the memories, but they're just out of my reach, like an itch I can't scratch. I can't even begin to tell you how frustrating that is."

"I wish that there was something I could do to help, Clary. I hate this too," Jace said softly, brushing a bright red curl from her face.

She yawned. "I know you do. Thank you for being so supportive through this, Jace." She leaned up to kiss him softly, and he smiled against her lips.

She broke away, yawning again. Jace chuckled. "Clary, go back to sleep. You're tired. I'll be right here if you have another nightmare."

Inhaling deeply, she nodded and laid her head back on her pillow. Within minutes, she was snoring again. Jace smiled indulgently at her before pulling her closer and snuggling against her, closing his own tired eyes.

~DYR~

Clary awoke the next morning with a start. She had the unbelievable urge to puke.

Scrambling to free herself from Jace's arms, she ran to the bathroom attached to her room and promptly threw up in the toilet.

After a few horrible moments, she rinsed her mouth out and brushed her teeth. She still felt nauseous, but she wasn't about to puke again.

When she walked back out, Jace was still fast asleep. She sat beside him and stroked his golden curls, her fingers trailing down to trace the dark purple circles under his eyes. She knew that he hadn't been sleeping well, and felt horrible about it. It was because of his worry for her that he couldn't sleep.

She pulled the blanket up higher on him and kissed his cheek, then padded barefoot to the kitchen.

Isabelle was there, attempting to cook. Clary had learned in the past week not to eat anything that Isabelle made; she was a terrible cook.

"Clary!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly. "I'm making pancakes. Do you want some?"

Clary smiled, but declined politely, opting for cereal instead. She didn't pour much; she was still feeling nauseous.

She munched on her Lucky Charms in silence while Isabelle fried her pancakes, humming tunelessly. After a few minutes, the disgusting smell of the pancakes became too much for Clary, and got up and puked in the closest thing she could find; the sink.

"Oh! Eww, Clary!" Isabelle squealed, jumping away while Clary emptied the freshly eaten Lucky Charms from her stomach.

Panting, she rinsed her mouth and the sink.

She shot Isabelle an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Iz."

"It's okay. Are you okay?" she asked, her coal black eyes looking worriedly at the red-haired girl.

"I don't know. I threw up before I came down here, too. I must be getting the stomach flu," Clary replied, leaning heavily against the counter.

Isabelle stepped forward, pressing the back of her hand against Clary's forehead. "You don't have a fever or anything," she said, her brow furrowing.

"Whatever. I'm sure it'll pass," Clary told her, shrugging.

"Yeah, probably," Isabelle agreed. She looked around. "Where's your shadow, anyway?"

Clary rolled her eyes; she knew that Isabelle was referring to Jace. "He's sleeping."

"Poor guy. He doesn't do that much, does he?" Isabelle mused.

Clary shook her head. "I feel so bad. He shouldn't have to worry about me like this."

Isabelle scoffed. "He always worries about you anyway, Clary. He's so protective of you; it's kinda cute."

The smaller girl smiled. "It is. But I wish that he wouldn't worry so much . . . I mean, so what if I don't get my memories back? I can re-learn everything," she said nonchalantly, though that was the last thing she wanted to happen. The thought of never regaining her memories . . . never remembering everything about Jace . . . it made her heart ache.

Isabelle sighed. "Clary . . . there are things that you need to remember. I can see how hard this is on Jace, too. He wants you to remember the reason that you love him. He doesn't want you to love him only because you've been told that you do."

"I don't love him because I'm told that I do. I love him because . . . I don't know. It just feels right. Like, when I'm with him, I feel on top of the world. Like I can face anything. He makes me smile, Izzy. And he seems to know me inside out; I feel like I can be completely honest with him, and he won't judge me," Clary explained, a little perturbed that that's what Isabelle thought.

Isabelle softened, the corners of her lips turning up. "Good. Because he loves you with all his heart, Clary. He'd do anything for you. If you said jump, he'd ask how high."

"I hate the fact that I can't remember every detail of my life with him. I know that it's hurting him, and I know that he smiles for my benefit, but I know. I wish I could remember what happened in the past couple years, instead of being told."

"You will. I promise."

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If you've read Vampire Academy, The Hunger Games, The Infernal Devices, The Forbidden Game, Fallen, or Kissed by an Angel, then you should definitely check out my other stories :) there's a few of them that aren't as neglected as this one xD

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~ Sar ~