Sorry its a short chapter. I redid this scene about three times.

Chapter 5

Simon was currently pacing outside Clary's apartment door. He just found out that she passed out at a party last night. A downworlder party. Hopefully she wasn't turned into any type of rodent.

From what he heard from Izzy, it sounded like he missed out on a lot of fun. Alec was taken hostage by a bird demon and flew over the city, Jace decided he was going to fly one of them and ended up getting shot out of the sky by a fireball, Isabelle , well Izzy was flawless and saved their asses, her words exactly. All the while, he was volunteered to watch the babies while the shadowhunters went out to play.

Simon's hand hovered at the door. She should be awake by now, but she wasn't texting back which made him nervous. He finally knocked on her door. No one answered. Simon bounced on his toes and then knocked again rapidly. It's been a long time since they actually hung out. What if she was still sleeping? How mad would she be if he was to break an entry? Just when he was thinking about trying the windows, the door opened.

Simon blinked. The person in front of him had a strange at ease appearance. He was a twenty something guy with a build of Tarzan. Long blonde locks reached his shoulders. Dark circles ringed under his wild eyes. It could have looked as if he spent all night playing video games. Jace, unlike him, did not dress like a normal person. He seemed older as he was dressed in his black and leather, more than likely palming a blade in his hand that was still behind the door. "You don't look like the donut delivery boy." Jace said frowning at him. "Simon, what are you doing here, making all that noise? I'm sure you have a key by now."

Simon did not have a key, but he wasn't about to tell him that. "Good morning to you too" Simon said annoyed. "I should have guessed you were here. I came to check on Clary, is she okay?" He said looking over Jace's shoulder to get a better view inside.

"You're not going to hug me or anything are you?" Jace said.

"What did you miss my bro-on-bro hugs while you were away?" Simon held out his arms for a hug.

Jace shivered. "Not likely. Come on in. She's in the shower."

Simon walked into the kitchen. It was only the second time he's been here. He tried to keep his distance from Clary, only talking through text, but he's actually been really busy. Between the band, and the damn vampires following him around, he was practically famous. He wasn't about to bring Clary into the chaos in case of a mistake, like what happened last night, would happen.

"What's the alibi? What story did you tell her?" Simon said in a hushed voice.

Jace shrugged. "She hasn't brought it up, she's been so entranced by my good looks she must have forgot all about it."

Simon stared up at the ceiling, "Yeah, you're funny. Clary never forgets details. She's too smart, too precise. Unless she hit her head when she fell… that's the only plausible explanation." Simon eyed the hot coffee on the counter in longing. How he missed coffee, a vampire's diet is very limited. "No, she knows and she'll ask when she gets the chance."

Jace shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, then I'll tell her the truth."

Simon's mouth opened like a fish. He spent the last two years hiding the truth from her.

"I mean, she has the artifact now. I'm 92% certain that she'll be ok."

They heard the shower stop. Simon walked towards the window, trying to calm down and noticed the small, fresh, burnt markings of a protection rune underneath them. "Then what are the marks for?"

" Routine procedure. Isabelle must have placed some earlier this year. I traced over them. I also found some lemon grass hidden in the curtains, the fey have their protection spells here." Jace pondered for a second. "No doubt Magnus placed a 'repel here' spell on this place; it makes my skin crawl." Jace said.

"You sure it's not the fact that you're hanging out with a girl that shattered your heart?"

"Don't be so incredulous. I think I know what I'm talking about." Jace said brewing a second cup of coffee.

"Says the guy who believes there's a donut delivery guy." Simon muttered.

Clary emerged from the bathroom dressed in skinny jeans and a baggy sweater. "You're still here." She smiled. Then her eyes landed on Simon. "And you're here. Simon, Is everything okay?" She said looking around for his groupies.

Simon shook his head."Isabelle isn't here. I heard some things went down last night and I wanted to make sure you were alright. You weren't texting me back."

Clary forgot all about her phone. She turned to go find it. "I turned it off." Jace said suddenly. "Clary and I were sleeping together and it kept making a horrendous beeping noise."

"Jace!" She squeaked. Clary's face turning in a bright shade of red. She still turned and went to go find her phone, not looking at Simon.

"She wanted all of her friends to know." Jace said to Simon over his shoulder.

"We need to find you a douchebag jar. I can't believe my ears." Simon said.

Clary walked out again solemnly. "My phone's dead." She looked like someone who was having a withdrawal. From her phone.

"Your link will live without you for a few more minutes. Here's some coffee." Jace pressed a warm cup into her hand. "You still drink coffee right?" She glanced up at him curiously. "You had some at the café." He added.

She forgot about all about that. Are angels real? She looked up at him but Jace seemed distracted. Like he was listening for something.

"Well, enjoy your coffee. Unfortunately I forgot about this thing with Alec. I will talk to you soon?" Jace said not sure if he's allowed to hug her or not. Instead he reached for her free hand and placed his lips against her knuckles.

Clary bobbed her head dumbfounded.

When Jace left, Simon said. "He's not much of a hugger. I tried earlier." Clary just smiled.