"How are you really feeling Firefly?" He asked as they made their way through the grand church doors.

"I've seen better days but honestly, I've definitely seen worse. I think I just need a night off." She grumbled lightly.

"Agreed. Maybe more than one night. I know you, rest is like the holy grail of cures and you don't get enough." He gave her a rather authorial glance before he continued. "Actually, come to think of it, come watch a movie with me. I recorded The Superhero Movie the other night and haven't had a chance to watch it yet."

"Fine. But only because I know you and you won't leave me alone if I say no." She sunk into his arms, disgruntled, "But I want a shower first."

Clary emerged from her bathroom in a pair of black leggings and a loose burgundy knitted jumper. Jace lay absently on her bed twirling his stele.

"Feeling better Clare?" He asked.

"Much, surprisingly." She ran a brush through her curls and braided them down her side.
"And your shoulder?" He turned to her, concern filling his features.

"Aches like a bitch. I guess 5 days on a dislocated shoulder wasn't enough after all." She shrugged before she could think any better of it and winced automatically.
"Want an iratze?" Jace offered.

"Nah I'll suck it up, so movie time?" Jace turned to her fully, that signature grin creeping at his lips.
"You ready for the comedy experience of a lifetime Firefly?"

"Totally. Lead the way."

Surprisingly, he led her back to his room. "Sorry, just grabbing something." He ducked in the room and back out in a matter of seconds. When Jace returned he held something tightly in his hand. "Hold out your hand." He said. Clary did as she was told and Jace emptied a delicate silver chain with a ring onto it.

"Uh, thanks. I was wondering where that got to." She stumbled for a second but then hung the ring back around her neck.
"You must have left it last week." Jace mumbled absently.

"Oh yeah, right. Last week" They continued on towards the sitting room and while Clary lounged on the couch Jace set up the movie. He curled in next to her on the couch. She automatically flinched back as Jace, barely noticing, draped a blanket over the two of them.

The movie flashed on the screen and although it was the last thing she felt like doing, she laughed for quite a lot of it. The movie managed to take her mind off of the events of the night and, more importantly, the events of last week. Towards the end of the movie Clary had become substantially more relaxed and the two had rearranged themselves so Clary was lying comfortably with her feet in Jace's lap and his arms were draped loosely over the couch. Once the movie had ended Jace left the warmth of the couch and he placed on another. It was another she hadn't seen and since she had fulfilled her promise of watching 'a' movie with him she felt no guilt at sleeping her way through this one. As she began to doze off she felt warmth encase her, warm bindings wrapping around her chest, along her back.

For the first time in a long time, her dreams weren't nightmares or flashbacks to the war. They were warm, light, sun-filled scenes that brought her peace. She had moved a lot in her sleep but for the moment the bindings were across her back and her face pressed into the wall of warmth. She began to stir with the signs of waking up causing the wall to move and try to sit up. The bindings along her back loosened and with out thinking she slipped her arm over them, securing them to her and buried her face in the wall. Almost trying cuddle it into staying. A musical chuckle vibrated the wall, just enough to pull her free from the clutches of sleep. Clary rolled onto her back and looked up at the golden man lying next to her. Common sense told her to freak out Common sense told her to shrink away and get up. Common sense, she told, to shut up and take a day off.

"Morning." He laughed, admiring her confusion.

"Morning." She returned, laughing equally as much. He began to shift and sit up, pulling her up with him. Some how he managed to move in just the right way that his t shirt rode up and a glimpse of the rune was visible. Clary sighed, if common sense was here, it would tell her not to do what she was about to.

"I lied to you." She blurted before common sense could change her mind. Jace stiffened and turned to her.
"About what?" He seemed puzzled, trying to remember an instance that could have contained a lie.
"Last week. I didn't come for an iratze." She spoke the last few words quietly.

"Oh. I figured, I just assumed that if you wanted to talk you would." He moved to put his arm around her, causing her to flinch back.

"Don't touch me, Jace. There's a reason you don't remember. I took away your memories so I didn't have to face them the next day." Confusion began to flood his mind. He could scarcely remember her in an oversized shirt, the ghost of her lips on his.
"You took my memories? After the speech you gave your mum you took mine?" Anger coated the edge of his tone, just enough that Clary noticed and caught his gaze.
"First of all, it was maybe 3 hours of your memory, not 16 years. Second what I did is reversible. What she did isn't. Its not like I took your life away Jace." He flinched at the force behind her voice, she was trying to make the situation right but he hadn't considered past his own anger.
"Would you reverse it though, your memory, given the chance?" This thought occurred to him idly. He wouldn't change her memory, the law of infinite possibility brought her to him, with her memories returned she might not be here, she might be a shadow hunter at another institute or dead.

"No. I wouldn't, at least I don't think I would. I lived my whole life with out a father but then when he did exist, it was like my worst nightmare come to life. Some things are better left to the imagination." Her gaze again drew to the rune on his back. "Can you turn around for a second?" Confused, he obliged, the second his head turned away from her he felt the burn of a stele on his back and it was like he had broken through the surface of an icy lake. His memory returned to him. Clary standing shirtless in the training room, Clary at his door, Clary shouting his name, Clary and him lying breathless on his bed.

"Holy shit." He breathed. "Why would I want to forget that? Firefly I have been wanting to do those things and so…" He turned to face her only to be faced with a closed door and an empty couch. He was getting so tired of her cut and run technique. He raced out after her, straight to her room because if he knew Clary as well as he thought he did she'd be packing and running. The locking rune on her door was proof enough and he broke it down with such a force he didn't know he was capable of.

"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK?" Alec shouted at him, Magnus was on top of him. They were in a very compromising position.
"Shit, shit, shit! Wrong room, sorry guys go back to what ever you're doing to each other." He raced along the corridor to the room he was sure of as Clary's and opened the door. She was pacing and tearing her hands through her hair. She turned at the sound of her door and glanced at him. Her emerald eyes locked onto his and she froze. Jace crossed the room to her in a second and placed his hands on her face, pulling her up to kiss him. She hesitated for a minute but soon melted under his touch. He pulled her gently back to the door, kicking it closed.

"I'm sorry Jace." She mumbled against him. He broke away slightly.

"I'm not, just think. If you didn't take away my memories we couldn't have some hot, steamy make up sex could we?" She slapped his chest but laughed. His arms wound around her shoulders, pressing her tightly against him. "Just next time, talk to me and suck it up. You have no idea how much I wanted you before that night Clare."

"Then why don't you show me?" She pulled out of the embrace, biting her lip gently. Lust gripped in his stomach.

"Alright, but you my dear, are being punished. Such a naughty thing to steal my memories."