Jace woke up the following morning slowly, blinking for a few minutes while he tried to recollect his memory of the night before. He remembered waking Clary up from her dream after listening to her beg her brother to take her home. He remembered dinner, and meeting her parents with his cousins.

He remembered kissing Clary's forehead and wanting to bend down to kiss her soft lips again. He sat up thinking of Clary in his room, crying, confessing her deepest secrets to him. He smiled when he thought of her underneath him, he shook his head. That part had only been a dream, right? She hadn't come over that night. He was sure of it; it would have been too perfect.

He stood up to walk to the bathroom when he stepped on a pencil. He bent down, picking it up along with a drawing beside it. The drawing Clary had done the night before. He sat back down and the previous night came flooding back. Clary singing on her balcony, climbing onto his, seeing the runes on his body. He could practically feel her shaking in his arms as she cried after confessing who her father was, and her abilities. This time when he imagined her lying on his bed, he could actually feel her arms holding him close to her and his lips tingling every time they touched hers. He could smell her, she smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. He leaned towards his pillow and smelled it; he smiled at the scent that still lingered on the fabric.

As her showered he continued to think of the night, how she had crawled onto his lap, all he wanted to do was grab her and hold her and kiss every inch of her body. His body had wanted her so badly, but that wasn't what she needed, she needed to be held, and comforted, and that was what he did. He laughed at the thought, imagining what Izzy and Alec would have said. Jace was never there emotionally with girls, it was only physical, he never cuddled, he had never held a girl while she cried, he had only ever walked away. But Clary was different. When she cried it hurt him, it felt like a heavy weight lying on his chest and the worst part was that there was nothing he could do to help her. He couldn't change who her father was.

Suddenly his head was bombarded with Clary's voice, whispering his name in her sleep and then silently confessing that she needed him. He smiled while he continued to get ready.

Clary woke up groggily, slightly confused when she opened her eyes, the last thing she remembered was climbing on top of Jace. She closed her eyes as she replayed everything that happened. She quickly got dressed and headed out the door. Clary could feel her heart pounding in her chest. What would she do when she saw Jace? How should she act? What had last night meant to him…f it had even meant anything at all?

She was pulled out of her daydream when she felt someone grab her waist and pull her back and turn her around, before she could scream she found Jace's mouth on hers. She breathed out relaxing against his body and kissed him back. After a moment he pulled back, kissing her gently on the nose. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his house

"Where are we going?" she asked, confused.

"Well I'm not going to let you walk to school," he said grinning.

"I don't walk, I take the bus," she said as he laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Never mind that," he said as he pulled his helmet over her head and did up the straps. He kissed the scar on her throat quickly before getting on his bike and starting it. She jumped on after him, wrapping her arms around him. This time she didn't hold on because she was scared.

When they pulled into the student parking lot everyone turned to stare. Clary turned red under the helmet. She climbed off the bike carefully and began to fumble for the straps. Jace leaned over and helped her; he kissed her mouth gently when it was off.

"Umm" she started nervously, looking at everyone staring at them.

"What's wrong? Don't like being center of attention?" Jace asked, smiling as he draped his arm over her shoulder. Clary hesitated a moment before wrapping her arm around his waist, proudly.

Clary reluctantly pulled away from this golden angel when they arrived at their lockers, she smiled to herself at how close they were.

As Clary pulled out her books from her locker Jace walked over and took them from her.

"Well aren't you the gentlemen?" she said smiling.

"Don't flatter yourself Fray; I'm only doing this so you can focus on where you're walking." He said touching the tip of her nose lightly, winking. She tried to glare at him, but it only turned into a smile.

As they walked down the hall Jace grabbed Clary's hands, lacing his fingers between her. As he did, she felt a rush in her lower abdomen. She groaned and he looked up releasing her hand. She squeezed his, stopping him from pulling away.

"Not that, I just, I need to go to the washroom quickly, I'll meet you in class." She said, as he relaxed.

"You had better not go running off with some other Shadowhunter," He joked stepping closer to her, cupping her face with his hand.

"Save me a seat?" she asked, standing on her toes to kiss him.

She let go of his hand and went into the girls' washroom.

Jace was only a few feet from his classroom when Isabelle stopped him.

"You pig." Izzy glared.

"What?"

"You heard me! You're a pig! Kissing her and cuddling her and listening to her cry last night and now I hear you're walking around with arm draped around some girl as if you're together! What if Clary sees! She's been through enough heartbreak as it is and now you pull this? I mean I knew you were a jerk and a player but I didn't think you'd stoop this low!"

"Iz, why are you even at school? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Jace asked, running his hand through his hair.

"That's beside the point!" she spat. "Stop changing the subject!"

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe Clary was the girl I had my arm draped over?"

Isabelle stopped, thinking for moment. She shook her head.

"No, you've never been into a girl for a relationship; it's just get in, get off, get out with you. She's not like that."

Jace rolled his eyes. As he did Clary walked over, she ducked under Jace's arm and he put it back on her shoulders. Isabelle gawked, causing Clary to look between the two of them with confusion all over her face. Jace only laughed, kissed Clary's head and pulled her into class, leaving Isabelle in the hall stuttering.

In second period, Jace moved from the seat behind Clary to the one beside her. Alec moved from his usual spot across the room beside his sister so that the four were in a small pod. The teacher announced that they would be beginning a new project, they had to get into groups of two. Isabelle turned around and looked at Jace with a smirk. She quickly looked to Clary with the sweetest smile she could muster.

"Clary, do you want to be my partner?" Alec rolled his eyes. Jace cleared his throat and leaned forward, whispering so that only their group could hear.

"Isabelle, do you want to go fuck yourself?" he asked, batting his eyelashes. Alec burst out laughing and Isabelle muttered a string of profanities. She turned to Alec and they began planning their project.

Clary looked at Jace with a smile on her face.

"That was a little selfish, wasn't it?" she asked biting her lip. A small groan came from Jace's throat, he felt himself harden, wanting to bite the same lip.

"What can I say? I'm a tad bit greedy." He replied pulling her chair closer to his.

They sat with their heads pressed together, pretending to be working when really they were just whispering to each other.

When lunch started they all sat at the table they had had their first lunch at, three days earlier. Clary smiled as she compared that day to this. So much had changed, and yet it didn't feel rushed, in fact it was as if she had been waiting to meet these three people her whole life. Suddenly she felt something in her stomach, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she looked around quickly, eyes wide.

"Clary. Is everything alright?" Isabelle asked, the first to notice Clary's face.

"Somethings wrong," she started, the others staring at her while she tried to find words. "Bad, this is bad, there's something bad here. I can feel it, it's getting worse."

"Clary, you need to talk, what's getting worse?" Jace asked, his brows furrowed as he looked around the room. She gasped, her eyes widening more.

"Demons," she whispered, reaching inside her jacket for her blade, instinctively. Jace grabbed her hand.

"Wait, not here, there's too many people." She needed, dropping her hand.

The four Shadowhunters stood up suddenly walking out of the cafeteria, Clary in front.

They followed her down a hall way that led to another, smaller hall that was deserted.

"It's getting stronger, the feeling." Clary said quietly, pulling out her blade. The others did the same. The gold bracelet that Isabelle always wore began to unwind itself. Clary stared at it, mesmerized, how had she not noticed what it really was?

The hall got darker, the further they went. Alec pulled out his witch light, Jace and Isabelle did the same. Clary didn't have one. She closed her eyes when a drawing flashed into her mind, imprinting itself on her eyelids. She pulled Jace's stele from his pocket and turned her back to the others, she rolled up her sleeve and quickly traced the new rune onto her forearm. She blinked a few times and it kicked in. Although the hall was almost pitch black she could everything clearly. She looked down at the rune; it was in the shape of an eye, with a small sun inside it.

Suddenly something hit her from behind, slamming her into the wall in front of her, she spun around ducking as something came flying at her; a chair. She looked at the direction it came in and saw the demon. It looked like a human, but much taller, and the arms and legs much longer. It would have almost looked comical if it hadn't been missing its skin. Pink slime dripped from its body as it used the suctions on its hands and feet to throw anything and everything at her; she looked around quickly seeing that the others were busy fighting their own demons. She turned back in time to see it throw a table at her, she raised her blade, quickly naming it Orean. She used the blade to slice through the table and ran at the demon, as she swung her arm down it split in half around her only to pull itself back together when she had run by, it shot one of its arms out at her ankles, knocking her to the ground, she fell on her chin biting through her lip. She rolled to her side, under a table, just as its arm swung down, smashing a hole in the ground where she had just been lying. She looked to see that she had dropped her blade when she fell to the ground.

"My blade!" she yelled to no one in particular. Before she could even blink something silver flew by her face and hit the wall beside her. She looked; it was a blade sticking out of the wall, only inches away from her face. She gasped and looked to see where it had come from. Jace was crouched on the ground staring at her.

"Too close?" he yelled across the room, shrugging his shoulders. She rolled her eyes and pulled it out of the wall. As she yanked it out the demon threw its entire body at her, slamming her into the wall. Clary didn't drop her blade this time, but she screamed in pain, realizing the slime was acidic and burned through her sweater. She tried to wipe it off as fast as she could but it threw itself at her again. She ducked and rolled out of the way. She slashed at its arm, cutting it off. She sighed in relief but a new arm emerged, replacing the one that had burst into smoke and disappeared. She groaned, wiping sweat from her eyes. The demon threw a metal chair at Clary, hitting her in the face. She felt moisture dripping from her face as she bled, she didn't feel any pain, that wasn't a good sign.

"It's head!" she heard Alec shout, "That's its weak point!"

Jace spun around and stabbed his sword into the demons head that he had been fighting. It burst into flames and smoke and disappeared. Isabelle flicked her whip around her demon's head and pulled, slicing it in half as it too disappeared.

Clary turned around and saw her demon half crawling, half running towards her screaming something.

"Clary!" it hissed, swinging at her stomach and missing. She froze at the sound of her name.

"Clary I'm coming for you!" It howled this time, its voice changing. It sounded deeper, familiar. She screamed as it slammed her into a turned broken table. A chunk of wood stabbed into her stomach.

"Jace!" Isabelle cried as Clary fell to the floor. Without hesitating Jace run up to it from behind and stabbed it in the neck, it screeched and turned to him, injured, but not dead.

"Who are you?" Jace demanded kicking it into the wall. It only laughed, launching itself at him

"You know who I am" it said, "she knows who I am."

Jace swung once more, plunging his sword into its head. It disappeared quickly. Jace stood there panting for a moment as his sword retracted into its self and he pushed it into its holster on his boot.

Clary gasped for air, bringing Jace back, he ran to her, unsure of where to touch her.

"Move!" Isabelle said shoving him out of the way; she ripped the rest of Clary's shredded shirt off.

Jace stared, his face paling at the site of her torn flesh.

Isabelle quickly pulled out her stele and drew a run over her stomach, Clary gasped at the sudden burning, Jace held her head and she clutched onto his arm, gritting her teeth. He saw her eyes watering and he leaned down and kissed her top lip softly, not wanting to hurt her already bleeding bottom one anymore. He pulled out his on stele and drew a healing rune on her lip. Within a minute her lip was healed, her stomach wound was also almost completely closed.

The Shadowhunters sighed, relieved that she was healing.

"How do you do that?" Alec asked, not really looking at Clary as he asked.

"I don't know," Clary managed, still in pain. "I-"

"Shh," Jace said quietly, "You can talk later."

Jace looked at his cousins and they stood up, reluctantly walking away, closing the door to make sure no unexpected visitors walked in.

After a moment Clary sat up, breathing slowly the burning and aching was only a dull pain now. She looked down, realizing she was only wearing a bra; she quickly covered her body with her hands. Jace laughed and shook his head; he bent forward and kissed her softly. She moaned quietly into his mouth, pushing against it with her own. He pulled back slightly, looking at her stomach to see if it was healing, to his surprise it was gone, only a faint scar remained. Clary smiled at him.

"I won't break if you touch me," she breathed into his ear seductively. He groaned and pressed his mouth against hers, roughly this time. They kissed for a long time, their hands exploring each other. Jace was careful of where he placed his hands; not in fear of hurting her, just of offending her. He didn't want to upset her. He rested his hand on her ribs, wanting so badly to slide it up a few more inches.

It was as if Clary could read his mind and she grabbed his hand, sliding it up until it sat on the fabric of her bra.

He pulled away again to look at her inquisitively.

"How did you-" She slid her hand down his stomach to his waist line, scratched the fabric of his pants where his zipper was with her nail. He breathed out heavily.

"You may be good at controlling your voice, and you temper, but there's one thing that gives you away every time. She said before trailing her lips from his mouth, up his jaw to his throat. He looked up, a small moan escaping him as her lips and tongue danced along his neck. He squeezed her slightly, , she gasped.

"Again," she begged into his ear. Jace grinned and grabbed her breast again, squeezing harder. He traced his finger over the designs of her bra, feeling her harden through the thin padding. She gasped loudly and pressed her mouth into the base of his neck, biting him. He brought her mouth back up to his and kissed her again and again and again, she wrapped her hands around his neck, and then let her fingers run across his back, feeling all of his scars and marks. His hand slowly made it way down from her bra, sliding down her torso, to her belt, his fingers linger there for a moment, lightly brushing the skin above it, and he touched her buckle lightly when he felt her freeze.

"Woah there, cowboy," she breathed, slightly nodding her head no. He pulled his hand back up touching her face.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. He opened his mouth to say it again but Clary covered it with her fingers, she nodded her head no and shushed him gently. He closed him mouth and lowed his head so he was lying on her.

"Am I squishing you?" he asked, she grabbed his belt loops and pulled him down more like she had the night before. She felt something press against her thigh and giggled. They laid there for a while in silence while she rubbed his back, listening to him breath. They heard the bell ring, ending their free period. Clary tried to remember if she ever heard the lunch bell ring during the fight. They sat up looking at each other, Jace removed his sweater, keeping his under shirt on and pulled it over Clary's head. It fell almost to her knees. He laughed at the sight.

"Let's just go home," he said in her ear as they walked out of the room, "we can dance there."