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Author: lolz_loser
Title: Three Things
Pairing: Jace/Clary
Rating: probably more pg-13 but bad words and sex sug's, and also morgancest, so...
Warning: TMI SPOILURRRS
A/N: It's not great, but I love J/C so much. Does anyone else think that Jace Wayland is like the Draco Malfoy we all always dreamed would come marching out of our favorite "draco is a badass and totally full of himself and lives in a big manor with a really mean dad and is also realllly prejudice, but deep down loves *CLARY* so much that he is willing to overcome everything even if he is a teenage party animal asshole doesnt care what anyone thinks" type fanfictions? YES RIGHT!
THREE THINGS
The phone rang in the dark and broke the delicate web of dreams surrounding Clary Fray. She groped across her nightstand for her cell phone, not bothering to check the caller ID. Anyone calling at 2:00 in the morning better have a good reason.
“’Lo?” She said, her voice rasping.
“Clary?” The voice on the other end asked.
“Yes well...that is who you called.” She said, irritated.
“It’s Alec, listen I think you should come down here.”
Clary sat up in bed quickly. “What happened? Is everything-“
“Everything is fine, technically” Alec said delicately, “but…well it’s Jace, he’s drunk and he’s sort of flipping out.”
Clary was already half way out of bed by the time Alec mentioned Jace.
“Where are you?” she asked, pulling a hoodie from the hook by her door.
“Serian’s warehouse club, downtown.” Alec said. She could hear the blur of voices in the background, the loud thrum of music.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” She hung up the phone, grabbing a blade from her dresser; she threw it into her bag along with her phone and her wallet. She sighed as she slipped silently out of her room to the front door of Luke’s house. She knew that even if he caught her, there wasn’t anything he could do, but it was better not to worry him. Sleep was something Luke desperately needed.
As she walked to the main road to try and hail a cab, she reflected on the events of evening. Jace had been in a bad mood all day, and after spending fifteen straight hours with him sulking, she had opted out of a night watching him get wasted. She should have known better.
She finally tracked down a cab and had it drop her off a block from her destination. The cab driver had looked at her warily, saying “You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Born and bred,” she had replied “why do you ask?”
“I would think a local would know better than to wander around these parts so late at night, especially someone as little as yourself. There are rumors about these streets, mysterious stuff happens, dark stuff.”
Clary sighed. “I’ll keep an eye out, thanks.” She handed him the money and got out of the cab before he could say anything else.
The first thing that she noticed was how terribly cold the air felt, much too cold for September. This time of year, the heat was usually still clinging to everything, turning the leaves crisp and brown, sucking the moisture out of everything that had managed to survive the summer.
As she shivered, she was glad that she brought a sweater.
She entered the warehouse and scanned the room for her friends. Almost immediately, Alec came up to her.
“Thank god you’re here” he said, sighing with relief. “He won’t listen to me. He completely broke down after a few drinks, you think this Valentine stuff doesn’t get to him, but I’ll tell you, it’s got him good.”
Clary, personally, didn’t think that ‘this Valentine stuff’ wasn’t affecting Jace, she knew just how much Jace was tormented by the true identity of his father, she just wished he knew how to express it rationally. That he would go to group therapy, or develop a constructive hobby like building model airplanes. She almost laughed out loud at the thought.
“I’ll see what I can do.” She said to Alec. “Where is he?”
Clary followed Alec to where the makeshift bar was located, shimmering under the neon green lights suspended above it.
Jace was sitting on the counter; a beautiful long limbed girl with dark hair and shimmery green wings was cuddled up next to him, giggling. Jace was alternately running his fingers through her hair and throwing empty bottles on the concrete floor. The crowd had moved to give him room, and even the painfully obviously interested Fey at his arm was clearly becoming annoyed.
“Fifty points!” Jace yelled, and he turned to kiss the girl on her lips, but missed and kissed her chin instead. She giggled, her wings fluttering.
Clary moved into the space around them that was now littered with different colored glass, reflecting off the floor like the sand on an alien beach.
“Jace…” she said, putting her hands on her hips. She saw the girl at his side tense, looking between them. Jace’s face fell immediately, softened from the high he was riding and melted instead into one of obvious pain.
“Clary, what are you doing here? Did you change your mind about enjoying the night life; it’s really…quiet exciting.” He smirked as the winged woman moved closer to him.
“Let’s go somewhere else and talk about this.” Clary suggested, aware of the bottle still in Jace’s hand.
“There’s nothing that I need to talk about right now Clary, and unless ‘talk’ is code for ‘take shots’ I’m not interested.” He threw another bottle on the ground, five feet to the left of Clary but she still jumped.
She glanced up at him with a look that he realized she had never given him before; fear. Was she actually scared that he was going to hurt her? That he could ever hurt her, as if everything he did wasn’t devoted to making sure she didn’t have to hurt.
His vision was clouded, but somehow Clary still seemed sharp, glowing in the eerie darkness. Suddenly he couldn’t feel anything except the need to be closer to her. He was dimly aware of the situation and the slow, blooming pain in his heart.
“Is this your girlfriend or something?” The girl at Jace’s side asked him, seeming affronted.
Jace shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving Clary. “My…my little sister.”
Clary snorted indignantly, coming back to herself, trying to remember that Jace wasn’t in his right mind, which, she reminded herself, might only call for more caution.
She tried again, “Come on, Jace, don’t do this. Not to yourself, or your friends…or to me. This isn’t what we need to be doing right now.”
He nodded slowly and Clary took a few more steps towards him. The girl at his side huffed loudly.
“He’s a big boy; don’t you think he can make his own decisions?”
“Stay out of it.” Clary hissed, as Jace hopped town from the counter. He took Clary into his arms quickly.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pushed his face down into her neck, breathing in the scent of her slowly. She wound her arms around him and felt his lips slowly brush the hot skin of her neck. Her heart began to beat a million miles a minute, as his fingers tightened on her shirt.
“Let’s go home.” He said, trying to hold in the ache that was building deep beneath his cage of ribs. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Clary took his hand and together they walked out of the club, so emerged in their own world, that they barely heard Jace’s fairy date shout out the word “freaks” as they passed.
***
“You are such a self righteous asshole!” Clary screamed, slamming the door to the bedroom she still kept at the institute. She heard running steps echo down the hall after her and turned to face the door.
A moment later, Jace stormed in, his hair tousled from his nervous habit of tugging on it. “Don’t run away from me!” He yelled, “I wasn’t done.”
“I realized that when you started chasing after me like a freaking lunatic.” Clary shouted, stepping closer to him.
Jace’s eyes flashed “Damn it Clary! Why do you always have to be so Goddamn stubborn! Why can’t you listen to me just once in your life?”
“Oh, really?” Clary asked, calmer, taunting, “You want me to listen to you, so you can tell me to get out of the institute? To go stay with one of my friends, ‘lay low’ for a little while, pretend I don’t see the FUCKING DEMONS that are walking the streets!”
“It’s for your own good!” Jace screamed, slamming his hand against the nightstand, “why can’t you understand that! Why do you always have to be so fucking stupid Clary, this is serious!”
Jace couldn’t stand the thought of anything ever happening to her, but that wasn’t what Clary heard.
“Did you just call me stupid? Jace Wayland, you are such an asshole!” She began to hit him, her small hands flying against his chest.
Jace grabbed her hands quickly, pinning her wrists to the wall behind her. She began to kick at him, and he pushed her closer to the wall, just on the basis of trying to get her to stop thrashing.
“Clary stop it. You’re not going to win this one.”
“Maybe not physically, jerk, but YOU can’t make me do anything I don’t want to. If you don’t want to see me, then fine, just go.”
Jace growled, frustrated. “That’s not what I’m saying!”
He was far too close to her to have to yell, and she redoubled her efforts of trying to get away.
“Then what are you saying!” She screamed at him, far too close to his face, but not caring, hoping her would let her go.
It was then that Clary realized how quick Jace’s breath had become. She didn’t think that she had really put up much of a fight against someone who spent the majority of their time fighting demons. His eyes had turned the color of burnt honey, his teeth were clenched tight.
Clary felt her heart speed up, and was suddenly aware of the fact that Jace had her pinned up against the wall.
He growled again and pushed his face to hers roughly, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.
Clary wasn’t aware of having an conscious thought considering the matter, her body reacted entirely on its own, like lungs gasping for air after being submerged underwater, the ache in her head cleared, the burn inside of her both flared up and was flushed out. She felt utterly alive.
Her legs moved up to twine around him, tugging his body flush against hers. She could feel every inch of him pressing against her as his lips devoured her hungrily. She arched herself closer to him, pulling his lips back to hers when he broke away for a moment. His hands raked her sides, slowly trailing up along her arms and into her hair.
His stomach felt electric, he was dizzy with her. She kissed his neck, his face, and then his mouth, pulling his lips back to hers softly.
He deepened the kiss, pushing her mouth further open and prying into her, drinking her in until he was dying for breath.
Then he pulled away from her, his breath shuddering. His mind was racing; they had agreed that they wouldn’t do this that they couldn’t do this.
Clary had silent tears running down her cheeks.
He set her down on the floor. She reached for him again, her eyes pleading, but he shook his head.
“Clary…I’m sorry.”
And again, as is the story of Jace Wayland’s life, his heart broke into a million pieces at the sight of her.
She slumped down on the floor, sobbing silently. She rested her chin on her knee and whispered “Just go, Jace.”
He backed out of the room silently, running his fingers through his hair.
Clary left the institute as soon as she heard the crashes and bangs coming from upstairs.
Jace had gone into Hodges library and torn the books from the shelves. He upended the table, he screamed at the top of his lungs, ripped the curtains from the walls, took his blade to the sofa.
At the end of his rampage he lay in a heap on the floor, covered in paper and feathers, and sobbing.
***
Clary was asleep in her room at Luke’s. There was soft music playing from her computer, intertwining itself with her dreams.
She had that kind of restless sleep, where it didn’t take you away as much as thrust you deeper into everything that you were trying to avoid.
She was overwhelmed with the fact that in just a few short months, she had lost everything that had mattered to her. Her whole life had been shattered, turned upside down, and shattered again.
She was so scared, and she wanted her mother more than anything. She needed something that she could hold onto.
In her dream, she was lying in a field of tall and honey scented grass, watching birds be broken by the wind, snapped away, whipped against the current and turned into ugly raven masses of feathers, diseased and twitching.
The field dipped around her, the wind brushed her hair out of her face.
“Clary…”
She jumped up startled. Jace was sitting on the edge of her bed, her window open, letting the cool autumn air push its way into her room.
She let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.
“Jace, you scared me.” She fell back against her pillow.
“I’m sorry.” He said, pushing her hair out her face. “I just had to see you.”
She nodded, “Are you tired?” she asked him.
He smiled and nodded his head. “Do you wanna sleep here?” She asked, scooting over to the edge of the bed.
Jace crawled under the covers next to her, just close enough that she could feel the warmth from his body, and she knew that she wasn’t alone.