Clary rolled over, feeling something tickle her cheek and nose, she sneezed, causing her to wake up. She opened her eyes, blades of grass blowing in the wind directly in front of her. She blinked a few times, focusing; she was in a field. She sat up and looked around; surveying the area she was in. Home. Not Brooklyn, not Idaho or any of the other places she had lived in or lied about. Idris. She had spent more time in other places yet no matter where she went, she never felt at home more than in Idris, she was drawn to it. She smiled; she had only lived in Idris for two years, when she discovered the world that her mother had tried so desperately to protect her and Jonathan from.

She was a Shadowhunter, it was in her blood, She had always been able to sense negativity around her; she just assumed she was able to pick up on the feelings of people around her, in reality it was demons. She learned that she couldn't trust many people. Clary blinked, trying to get rid of that feeling. She wanted to be happy, she was home. She breathed in the air deeply and smiled.

Clary stood up, brushing off the few blades of grass that still clung to her jeans and shirt. She walked down a path, bringing her to where she had trained. She saw all the obstacle courses that were still set up around her. She laughed when she remembered how impossible they seemed in the beginning, parts where she had to climb along ropes upside down, climb ten foot walls with no hand holds. She winced remembering how many times she had fallen.

She walked past the obstacles and through a door, she had never seen the door there before but when she stepped inside it took her to the study. Another place she had spent a lot of time in during her two years. This was where she learned about runes, how to draw them and use them. This was also where she learned that she was able to create new runes. Something that she had kept secret from everyone, especially the Clave, knowing they would want to question her without mercy. She sensed someone else in the room and turned to see her brother, Jonathan. She didn't cry in shock or happiness, because it was as if he had always been with her, he had never disappeared. Then tears fell silently, he walked over and grabbed her hand; he looked at her with sad eyes.

"I want to come home," she said through tears, "Please, I want to come, take me home,"

"Clary," Jonathan said squeezing her hand gently, but it wasn't Jonathan's voice.

"Jonathan, take me home!" she begged.

She looked at him, gasping for air between tears that had become sobs.

"Clary," he said again squeezing her hand tighter, "Clary!"

Clary opened her eyes, no longer in Idris, but in her room in Brooklyn, boxes splayed everywhere, some opened, some still untouched. She saw Jace sitting beside her on her bed, looking afraid.

"Hi," she said embarrassed, she touched her face, thanking the Angels that she hadn't drooled.

He reached his hands to her face wiping tears away with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and sat up, calming her breathing. Her face burned realizing that he had been watching her sleep.

"Your mom said I would find you up here, dinners almost ready." Jace said as gently as possible, feeling bad for intruding. Clary looked at him and nodded, standing up to straighten her shirt. It wasn't until she stood that she realized Jace had been holding her hand.

Clary walked downstairs with Jace, still feeling slightly groggy from her nap. She walked into the kitchen and saw Isabelle in the kitchen with her mother.

"Jocelyn, you really must teach me how to make this! It's absolutely fantastic and with our parents being gone all the time it's hard to come up with meals to satisfy these boys," she heard Isabelle saying. She smiled, Isabelle was definitely not shy.

"Oh no, don't do it Miss Fray," Alec said, sitting at the table talking with Luke, Jocelyn's boyfriend, "Izzy is the worst cook I've ever met, she'll burn that meal like it's her job."

Isabelle pouted, and then gave her brother a dirty look. He only scoffed and turned his attention back to Luke. Clary smiled, this was the happiest she had seen her parents in months, for once the family felt alive again. She saw Jace step into the living room around the corner and followed him. He walked over to the mantle above the fire, it was filled with pictures. They were the first things Jocelyn had unpacked when they moved in. Some of just Clary, some of her and her brother, one of Jocelyn and Luke, Luke was holding Clary's hands while she took her first steps. He wasn't her real father but she considered him that.

She touched her hand to a picture of Jonathan and herself, smiling and hugging, holding a football between them. She laughed once,remembering and a tear fell. She felt Jace now, standing behind her, his chest just touching her shoulders, he seemed tense as if he didn't know whether he should be there or not. She leaned against him, relaxing. She looked up at him over her shoulder and he smiled at her, they leaned closer together when they heard someone clear their throat. They spun around and saw Isabelle leaning in the door, pretending to gag. Dinner was ready. They sat down beside each other at the table.

After dinner they cut the pie that Isabelle had brought over, learning from Alec that she had bought it from a bakery. Clary got up and grabbed the ice cream, plates and forks, Jace came over to help her. Clary sliced the pie and put it on plates while Jace scooped the ice cream; they took turns stealing looks at each other while the other was busy. Neither of them could stop smiling. When they turned around they noticed everyone at the table staring at them, Isabelle wearing a mischievous grin from ear to ear.

"So," Luke said, clearing his throat. "What is it that your parents do that has them out of town so often?"

The way Luke asked the question made it seem as if he already knew, and he was just testing them. Isabelle smiled brightly.

"They're consultants, they work for the government, so they're constantly going to meetings in other countries, making decisions, you know, boring stuff!" she answered without missing a beat. Luke nodded as if in approval of the answer.

"And what is it that you do, Mr. Garroway? I know that Ms. Fray is an artist." Jace asked suddenly extremely interested.

"I own a book store back home," Luke said simply, "I have a friend watching it while we're here."

"Does that mean you'll be moving soon?" Isabelle asked sadly.

"Well, we don't know yet-" Jocelyn started.

"But you just got here! You can't leave! Clary is the first girl I've ever had as a friend!" Isabelle protested, flinging her arm in Clary's direction. It was then that Clary realized that Jace hadn't told his cousins about Jonathan, she smiled to herself, they shared a secret.

"Isabelle, you're the first girl I've been friends with too, don't worry we-" before she could finish Isabelle wrapped her arms around Clary telling her to start calling her Izzy, in fact it was as if she was asking her to. Isabelle gave Jace a look that no one else saw.

After another hour of talking around the dinner table and cleaning up, the Lightwoods left, Jace lingered for a moment, saying he had to fix his shoes and he would meet them in the house. Isabelle smirked knowing that Jace didn't really need to fix his shoes in order to walk the fifteen feet to their door. Luke and Jocelyn were still in the kitchen and it was just Clary and Jace standing on the front porch. Clary smiled at him shyly, unsure of what to do with her hands, Jace put his hands on her shoulders and gently kissed the top of her head, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Clary was about to go up on her toes to kiss him when she heard her mother call her name.

Jace slid his hands down her arms and squeezed both of her hands before winking and walking back to his house. Clary huffed and went back inside.

Clary went to her room and opened her bedroom window. There was a balcony on the other side of it that she hadn't noticed. It wasn't small but it wasn't big either, maybe big enough for two people to stand on it, at most. She laughed at it, realizing that the only way to get to it would be to climb over the window sill. She pushed the window open all the way and swung one of her legs over. She tested the balcony first, pushing on it with her toe, then her whole foot. When she was satisfied with the lack of creaking and movement she swung her other leg over and stood on the balcony. She smiled, relieved that she hadn't fallen through. She rested her hands on the railing, testing that out as well, she leaned on it; nothing happened. She closed her eyes and relaxed.

The moment Jace walked into the house Isabelle attacked him.

"Jesus, Iz!" he cried.

"Have you kissed her yet?" She asked, ignoring the fact that she had knocked him to the ground and was straddling his chest.

"What?" he asked, panicking.

"You have! Oh my gosh, when?! Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't you tell me?" Isabelle screamed with excitement.

"Because it just happened! Today I mean, after school. That's why she missed her bus."

"Must have been some kiss considering the bus doesn't come for fifteen minutes." Alec said, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, eye brows raised.

Jace only rolled his eyes. Grunting, he pushed Izzy off him and sat up.

"So was it just a kiss? Or a full on make out session?" Isabelle prodded. Jace only laughed and got up, walking to his room. He slammed his door shut just as he heard her say something along the lines of "Definitely a make out session."

Jace was about to pull off his now wrinkled shirt to got take a shower when he heard something. He closed his eyes trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. He pulled the blinds apart and looked through his window, he smiled. Clary was standing on her balcony, her eyes closed and she was singing along to a song that was playing on her phone. He carefully opened the blinds, she didn't notice. Slowly and quietly he unlatched the doors, opening them onto his own little balcony. He stepped onto it, he chuckled quietly to himself, Clary still hadn't noticed him, she was now swaying back and forth, her hands running up her body from her waist to her stomach, she raised her arms into the air, still swaying, and snapped her fingers to the beat of the song. His heart beat sped up and he felt himself get slightly aroused. He pushed himself down with his hands until he was under control.

She heard clapping and gasped, opening her eyes. Jace was standing on his own balcony watching her, smiling. Her cheeks immediately burned. She covered her face with her hands and whispered "oh my god."

"So do I get a show like this every night?" he asked, laughing. Clary sucked in a breath, deciding she wouldn't make a fool of herself again.

"That depends, did you enjoy yourself?" she asked, glancing towards his waist line, blushing at what she saw. He nodded; she smiled wickedly.

There was about six feet of space between their houses, but their balconies brought them much closer together, leaving only two feet between them. The distance wasn't very far, and two years ago she would have blanched at what she did next.

Clary clenched her hands into fists once, imagining she was back in training, she lifted a foot onto the wooden railing, hesitating only a moment. She lifted herself up so that she was standing on the railing, she ignored the rough wood under her feet; she had experienced worse, like a broken nose and cracked clavicle. Instead she just looked at Jace, his mouth open slightly looking up at her in awe. She giggled, and raised her arms to balance herself, breathing in deeply she stepped out, the space was smaller than she expected, and her foot touched down on his railing easily. She stepped forward with her other foot.

As it touched down onto the railing Jace put his hands on her waist and she jumped down nimbly, when she landed, she stubbed her toe slightly on a board that was raised and fell into Jace's chest. He caught her, looking down at her, still in awe. They stood there for a moment then whispered hello. Clary let her hands run up his arms, along his shoulders, she traced the outline of a tattoo that she could see through his shirt. She only glanced at it first, until she realized what it was. The angelic rune was tattooed on his chest, above his heart. She gasped, looking up at him. He smiled slightly, and raised his hand up Clary's arm; he pushed her hair over her shoulder and lightly traced the rune that was in between her shoulder and neck. She looked up at him, unable to speak. His thumb grazed over the scar on her throat before going to her hip, he raised her shirt up a few inches, revealing her smooth stomach and another rune on her hip.

"You have some explaining to do, Miss Fray," Jace whispered into her ear, his hand still on her hip.

"I could say the same to you Mister…" she stopped, remembering that she didn't know his last name. He laughed.

"Herondale." He grabbed her hand, pulling her into his room.

Clary sat on the bed awkwardly; he stood in front of her. She swallowed loudly, as if she were a student waiting to be reprimanded by the principal. He crossed his arms, looking at her as if he was amused. He swallowed, Clary watched his Adam's apple move, she felt a heat radiate through her body, starting between her legs. She blushed.

They spoke at the same time, Clary nodded for him to go first. He paused.

"I had a feeling, there was just something about you, the way you walk, how you carry yourself. You have that look of purpose."

"Except the first five times you saw me I was either dropping things or falling down," she interjected. He raised a finger, she closed her mouth.

"It wasn't just that, I saw your runes, obviously you haven't been taught how to use a glamour correctly. At first I thought they were just sexy tattoos you had."

Clary didn't know whether to be annoyed or flattered.

"What do you mean, obviously? You make it sound like I've been a Shadowhunter my whole life!" She spat. This caused the confident look on Jace's face to disappear.

"Yeah, you thought I've always known, well, I haven't. I only found out two years ago. I started seeing things, after a while my mom started to run out of excuses, so she told me, she told us. Jonathan still couldn't see things, but she told him too."

"Why didn't she tell you?" Jace asked, sitting next to her.

"To protect us, she thought that if we didn't know anything we would be safe." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to act normal when everything you've ever known is a lie? Once I knew I started to see more things, more often. And they got worse every time. At first it was just faeries and pixies, the odd warlock working at a restaurant. Then it just, it got worse. That's when we moved to Idris, so we could train, and study."

Jace didn't say anything, he was too busy feeling sorry for this poor girl, who had once been so innocent, and was suddenly thrown into this hell of a life. At least he had grown up with it, it was normal for him, she was right. He had no idea what it was like. Clary took his silence as a gesture for her to keep talking. She closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. She didn't open them when she spoke again, fighting back tears.

"Jonathan was the fighter. I mean yeah I can fight, but for him it just came naturally. For me, it was the runes, it was as if I didn't even need to learn them, I would just look at them and know what they were for, how they worked, what they could do. I could draw the most intricate and complicated runes. I created new ones."

They both looked up, shocked, at her sudden confession. She covered her mouth with her hands.

"Please don't tell anyone, my own mother doesn't even know," she begged. He nodded, placing one hand on her back, the other on her knee to show her he was there for her.

"How come I've never heard of you then? In all the times I have been back to Idris I never heard of Clary Fray." Clary closed her eyes again.

"Because Fray isn't my real name," she whispered. Jace leaned in to hear was she was saying, she was talking so quietly that he almost didn't catch what she said first. She looked up with red, puffy eyes, "It's Morgenstern."

It took a moment for Jace to register what she had just said. He sat up quickly, pulling his hands off of her. He didn't look at her with disgust or horror like she had expected him to do, yet his eyes weren't soft like they were before, either. This pushed her off the edge; she covered her mouth with both hands, trying to muffle the gasp before she cried. She slowly sank off the bed and sat on the ground, kneeling with her head in her hands. Jace stood up and looked down at her, she sat there for a moment, before deciding she would rather leave by choice than have to listen to him tell her to leave. She stood up quickly, still sobbing and walked to the window.

Jace grabbed her by the wrist, not even aware of what he was doing, she turned back to face him, bracing herself for an impact. However the impact wasn't what she was expecting. He pulled her in quickly to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her, resting one of his hands on the back of her head. She froze for a moment, in shock, until she gave in and cried against his shoulder. Minutes passed like this, Jace's shirt slowly getting soaked with her warm tears while he continuously whispered, "it's okay," into her hair. After a while she stopped crying, the only sound in the silent room was Clary gasping, trying to calm herself down.

Jace pulled away for a moment, looking down at her. He took one of his arms off her back and put it under her legs, he lifted her up smoothly. She clutched onto his arms, taken by surprise when they wrapped around her. He walked back to his bed and laid her down in the middle, climbing in beside her. She lay on her back; her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to drag in breaths as slow as possible. Jace just looked at her, propped on his elbow, tracing once of the runes on her shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed it lightly. She looked up suddenly, her breathing back to normal.

Clary opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by Jace's mouth pressed tightly to hers. It wasn't like their first kiss, which was soft and safe and gentle. This kiss was hard, and rough, she reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling her towards him until he was on top of her. He held himself up on his elbows, trying to keep his weight off of her tiny body. She grabbed him by his belt loops pulling him down onto her leaving no room between them. Jace wrapped his arm underneath her back and used the other to hold the back of her neck firmly. Their kisses were hungry. They had both been yearning for each other since they first saw each other. At first Jace had only thought it was lust, but he realized later, when he felt protective of her in that gym class, that it wasn't that simple. He felt her smile against his mouth.

They pulled away for a moment, looking at each other in awe. Jace pulled his hand out from under her and brushed her hair out of her face. He tucked the hair behind her ear and kissed her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. She giggled as he kissed her under her ear; he kissed her there again and again until she burst into laughter. He pulled back and grinned at her, before she could stop him he kissed her again, until she screamed for him to stop. Finally his lips found their way back to hers and she signed into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, she spread her legs apart so he could lie in between, he kissed her harder and harder, biting her lip every time she opened her mouth. His hand moved down her side to her hip, it stayed there while he rubbed her hip bone lightly with his thumb.

She was about to moan his name when Isabelle and Alec burst into the room holding their seraph blades in their hands.

"Jace?!" Isabelle cried to see if everything was okay. Clary and Jace looked at them as they quickly hid their blades behind their backs. Jace bowed his head down and laughed.

"You don't have to hide those, I know exactly what they are," Clary laughed, slightly red from embarrassment. Isabelle looked at Jace in shock.

"You told her?!" Alec and Isabelle screamed in unison. The couple laughed and Jace got off of Clary, looking at her to see what she wanted to do.

Clary looked at Isabelle for a moment, then Alec. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to lift it. They both raised their hands in protest and confusion until they saw what she was showing them; the angelic rune tattooed just below her bra.

Alec gasped, Isabelle looked at Jace incredulously.

"We came running up here when we heard a scream, thinking someone was being ripped apart by a demon, and you're here casually getting it on with another Shadowhunter! Jace Herondale I'm going to kill you!"

Everyone looked at Isabelle, waiting for her to clue in. Finally she raised her hands to cover her mouth.

"Oh my god" she whispered.