My stomach lurches and I can't breathe. I start to panic as the water spews out of my mouth; I cough and cough until all the water clears. My eyes are blurry and I have a killer headache so I lie back down again. I close my eyes to try and dull the pain, it clears after a while.

"Sorry, I would give you an iratze but I lost my stele" A familiar British voice asks, wait I'm in Britain?

"Are you British?" I ask, my eyes still closed as I can't find the will to open them.

"Honestly, I give you the kiss of life and that's the first thing you say?"

My eyes shoot open and I finally take in my surroundings. I'm lying on jagged rock and I suddenly realise how cold and wet I am. It feels horrible, like I have a second damp skin. The rock expands out, to form walls and a roof. It's fairly dark but the opening provides enough light to see who my 'saviour' is.

"You kissed me?" I ask Jace incredulously.

"No, I resuscitated you, but don't worry, it wasn't that special for me either"

"Well, thanks I guess"

"Your welcome and I'm not British, I was raised in Idris. I'm surprised you didn't notice before"

"Yeah well…" I honestly hadn't noticed, I must've watched too much Sherlock…That's one good thing about Valentine, he still lets the BBC broadcast. I have no idea why…

"And you're not at all concerned with where you are?" Jace asks me.

"Well I assumed we were in a cave, what happened?"

"The clave raided the train and we jumped into the lake, when you subsequently drowned."

"Yeah, how did you know there was going to be a lake?"

"I didn't"

I stand up.

"So, we could have jumped to our deaths?"

"No, there was a 90% chance that we landed in the oncoming lake"

I slap him round the face before I could fully take control of my actions.
"What was that for!?" He yells, cradling his face.
"The other 10"

"Geez woman…" I hear him mutter under his breath. I suddenly realise that the others are missing.

"What about Simon? Isabelle?"

He shakes his head.

"I lost them when we jumped, I was too busy saving your life and fighting off the Shadowhunters"

I then notice the hastily made bloody bandage over his thin Shadowhunter shirt. "I know I'm gorgeous but you don't have to stare" He chides.

I blush and look him in the eyes.

"Is this the part where I rip off pieces of your shirt to bind your wounds?" I ask, pointing to it.

"If you wanted me to take off my clothes, you should've just asked" He says, shrugging off his shirt, my heart hammers in confusion.

"I have another spare in the bag" He clarifies, indicating to his discarded rucksack. I breathe a sigh of relief and rummage through blankets and other essentials until I find a first aid kit.

"You still carry these? I thought you'd use an iratze or something"

"Sometimes we lose them and also Downworlders and mundane can't take runes" He points out.

"Oh right"

I carefully peel off the dirty bandage and wipe it with antiseptic, Jace studies me carefully as I do. I use the skills drilled into me from the first aid sessions that mum forced me to go to. When I pull the knot tighter Jace winces.

"Too tight?"

"No, it's fine. Actually you're surprisingly good"

"Yeah well my mum forced me to go to Madame Dorethea first aid sessions, although most of it consisted of forcing down her baking. Then again, maybe that's why she ran those sessions, just in case we got food poisoning or choked or something…"

Jace gives me a strange look.

"Sorry I'm ranting"

"No, it's just. I thought you were a Shadowhunter?"

"Oh, erm…I only just found out"

"So, you've had no training whatsoever?"

"Err well no?"

"It's a dangerous world, Clary you're going to need some training!"

"Yeah well, my mum's possibly dead and I've lost all my friends so of course I can spare a few moments to practise throwing knifes at things"

"Whatever, I'm going to fetch some firewood"

I watch him leave and awkwardly sit on a rock, after a while it gets really uncomfortable but I can't be bothered to move. Huh, logic. Jace comes back and I awkwardly watch him build a fire on a slab of smoother rock. He beckons me over.

"Here" he hands me two rocks "Try and start the fire"

I try and rub the rocks together but only minuscule sparks are created.

"Look" He takes my hands in his and strikes the rocks together fast. I squeal and drop the rock as a massive spark is emitted. He laughs, picks it up and lights the fire in one go.

"How did you do that?" I complain.

"Practise and lots of it"

"What are you like Bear Grylls?"

"A bear?"

"No, he's a wilderness dude"

"Never heard of him"

"Of course not"

We sit around the fire awkwardly, the wind blows harshly and I shiver, despite the warm tendrils of the fire. He notices.

"Take your clothes off"

"I'm sorry?" I ask, incredulous.

"The lesser wet clothes you're wearing, the warmer you'll be and it'll decrease your chance of catching hypothermia."
I shrug off my jacket until I'm just in a tank top. I would never go any further though, I mean how awkward is that? Surprisingly the Shadowhunter leggings that I found actually dried really quickly. I try to look away from Jace's naked chest, but his runes are so intriguing and I just want to run my hands over them. Jace catches my eye from across the fire and winks at me. I blush and look away. He reaches into his bag and starts roasting random pieces of meat on the fire. We actually manage to have quite a fulfilling meal of beef and random canned vegetables. By the time we finish, the sky has already darkened and the air is noticeably colder. I rummage into Jace's bag and pull out a singular blanket.

"You only have one blanket…." I trail off.

"No worries, we can share." He says, grabbing the blanket and lying down.

"Come on" He pats the space next to him.

"I'd rather not"

"Seriously it's cold"

Just sharing a blanket doesn't have to mean we're in a relationship, right? Not that he isn't like a Greek god and makes me blush and…I sigh and lie down next to him. It's actually really warm and toasty when he wraps the blanket around me.

"New record, I've known you a day and you're already in my bed…"

"Shut up" I mumble, unconvincingly. I feel his chest rise in a chuckle behind me. It doesn't take long for my tired eyes to droop to a close.