Hey guys! My name is RoseDivinity! I haven't ever written a fanfic before, but I have been going through some truly awful stuff IRL and needed an escape. This song kept playing in my car, "Take a drunk girl home" and this popped into my head. This is PROBABLY a 1 shot. I mean unless people want more. I know it's not the greatest but... here is my first ever fan fiction.

Obviously I don't own the characters, or even the song, just this random AU.

"Jace, Jace, JACE." Isabelle voice yelled in her brother's ear. Jace turned to look at his sister, an annoyed look on his face.

"What?!" He asked impatiently, looking away from the live band that was playing.

"Look at that girl." She said pointing to the corner of the bar. From the table they were at Jace could barely see the girl his sister was pointing to. Then someone moved out of his way and he saw her. At maybe five foot tall the girl looked absolutely trashed, and absolutely terrified. Without a second thought Jace was on his feet and headed her direction, thankful for Izzy's sharp eye. As the owner of the bar they were at he didn't generally get in the way of what his customers were doing. Not unless it was illegal, generally he wouldn't even be the one to break up fights in the place. He trusted his staff to take care of Pandemonium without his interference. However something in the look in the red-head's eyes made him reconsider his usual hands-off approach. As he got closer he could see the man standing not even a foot from the girl, his hand running through her hair. The girl hand her back up against the bar and was looking from side to side, and it looked like she was desperately trying to get away.

"Please let go of my hair." She said quietly, the words slurring together. Jace was close now, close enough to hear their words.

"Come on baby, I can tell you are here looking for a good time, and hey, so am I. Let me show you," his hand trailed down from her hair and latched on to her hip. Jace didn't know why, but suddenly he was seeing red.

"Sir, I believe she asked you to let her go." He said, coming up behind the man and putting his hand on his shoulder. His voice was cold and calm, not showing the storm underneath the facade. The guy turned around and knocked Jace's arm away from him.

"Look man, I'm just trying to have some fun, and red here is loving my attention, aren't you baby?" He said, his voice a sneer. Jace looked between the two and saw his hand dig further into the red head's hip, fingerprint bruises probably already starting to form. The girl looked up at Jace in horror and yelped at the rough handling. Jace sighed quietly and then put his hand on the wrist of the hand on her hip.

"She doesn't look like she is having fun. So step off, before I get security." He said, his voice firm. At this point he could feel eyes starting to turn towards them. His younger sister and older brother were both making their way over to where he was standing. The offending man wasn't all that intimidating to Jace. He stood around the same height, and he was much bulkier but he was drunk, and his movements were sloppy. Jace quickly moved his hand, taking the large man's hand off of the incredibly tiny girl. His sister was there in an instant, stepping to the side and grabbing the girl and pulling her towards her. His brother was at his side. The man made a move that looked like he was going to swing and Jace almost laughed as Alec grabbed his arm and twisted it behind the man's back. Jace took a step back, and with a single shake of his head security was all around them. He waved his hand and ignored the curses and ramblings of the man who was now being taken out the side door. He shook his head and turned his attention to where his sister and the girl were standing. She looked up at him with large green eyes shining.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I'll leave now." She said spinning around and reaching for what must be her bag. She stumbled as she went to grab it, clearly intoxicated. Izzy shook her head and grabbed the girl's arm.

"You didn't do anything wrong, don't worry about it. And we can't have you leaving for a little while, let's make sure that bastard is gone first, hmm?" She said soothingly. After owning the bar for nearly ten years she was rather accustomed to talking to drunk people. She let the girl go and she looked up at them again.

"I...I'm clary." She said quietly looking down at the floor. Jace suddenly had the urge to put his hand under her chin, to make her look at him and his family. He wanted to tell her everything was fine and it was no big deal. He shook the thought away immediately. He looked back down at her as Izzy introduced herself, and them him, and their brother. He stood a step back, observing the interaction. Slowly he noticed something that he hadn't earlier. Her cheeks had tracks, obviously from dried tears. Her mascara was smudged and her eyeliner was missing bits. Why was this beautiful girl crying alone in his bar. He wanted to ask her, but he knew it wasn't his business.

"Is everything okay? You look upset." Izzy asked the girl, and suddenly he tuned in to the conversation. He looked around the bar, as if he wasn't paying attention, but kept his focus on what the girls were saying.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." The girl, Clary, said quietly. "Walked in on my fiancé and my best friend." She sucked in a deep breath, "I knew it was happening, I'd known for a while, but..." she trailed off. Izzy looked at her and then caught Jace's eye. She waved the bartender down,

"Hey Seb, can you hook us ladies up with some shots? It's been a long night." She batted her eyelashes at the bartender and he shook his head before lining up a few shot glasses on the bar. "The good stuff, Jace is buying." She said and winked. He shook his head again before reaching for the top shelf. Tequila, now Jace was shaking his head, it was going to be a long night. Clary looked at the shots and shrugged before her and Izzy downed the first one together. They looked at each other and the second one was gone as well.

"Ladies, maybe slow down?" Alec asked, his voice a mixture of annoyance and concern. Izzy laughed and clary swayed for a moment before joining in on the laughter. Jace walked a few steps away before Izzy was behind him,

"She's cute... right?" She said with a wicked gleam in her eye. Jace rolled his own eyes at her. His sister was always trying to play matchmaker with him. After realizing that her other brother was just about as gay as them come, she had made it her life goal to hook Jace up with someone that would be her best friend.

"Izzy, go back to your friend, have a good night, tell Seb the tab is on me." He said and walked away. Cute, Isabelle had called her cute, as if that somehow described the little red head. Even with smeared makeup and her hair in her face, she was far more than cute. Behind the tear tracks he could see the freckles that dotted her face under her foundation. He could see the brilliance in her bright green eyes. He sucked in a breath as he heard her laugh from across the room. Even with the band playing at full volume he still could hear her, as if he was already attuned to her. He shook his head again and looked at the clock. It was almost closing time already. For a Friday night, they were packed.

Time passed more slowly than usual as he tried his best to not look the direction of his sister and Clary. The bar was closing now though, and he had to close out their tab and get Izzy a ride home. He walked over to where they were sitting, talking to each other in drunk 'whispers'.

"Alright, we are closing up. Izzy I already called Simon to come get you." He said looking at his sister. Her eyes were wide and bright and her smile showed off her perfect teeth. "Clary, I'll go ahead and call you a cab." He said looking down at her. She nodded for a moment before setting her head down in her arms, and instantly falling asleep. He laughed, loudly. "What did you give her?" He asked his sister as he helped her up from the table. Izzy said something more about tequila and he just nodded. There was no way he was putting this girl in a cab like this. He didn't understand why he was suddenly so protective of her. Maybe it was that she had told them about her fiancé, or that he had already seen someone else's hands on her and the thought almost sent him back into a rage. Izzy looked between them before grinning, "Just take her up to your place Jace. I know you'll be a perfect gentleman." She said her voice serious. Jace looked at her and sighed. She was right of course. His apartment above the bar, where he only lived on weekends, had a decently comfortable couch. He would, of course, sleep there, and give the girl his bed. He nodded his head towards the door as his sister's long term boyfriend walked in. Simon took one look at his girlfriend and his shoulders slumped. Izzy didn't get drunk often, but when she did, she was generally a wreck. Simon slowly pulled her towards him and with a quick goodbye he helped her walk out the front door. Alec had left over an hour prior, after a call from his boyfriend. That left Jace with Clary, very, very drunk Clary.

"Come on pretty girl." He said quietly, before walking over to where she was sitting and picking her up. She was almost laughably small in his arms. He was well over a foot taller than her and the thought made him smile. She drunkenly wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. He started up the stairs when he felt something wet on his neck. At first he thought the drunk girl was drooling on him, but a moment later, when he was holding her in his living room, he could feel the rising and falling of her chest, as she cried. He slowly opened the door to his bedroom, meaning to just lay the girl down and leave her alone for the night. As soon as she touched the bed she locked her arms around him, pulling him down beside her. "Clary, let go." He said quietly, trying to get her to remove her death grip on his shirt. She shook her head slowly. Every movement she made it became more and more obvious just how drunk she was. She was swaying from side to side and her eyes were drooping shut. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and before he could even comprehend what was happening, she was kissing him. The kiss was sloppy, and tasted like tequila and the salt from her tears. His body instantly reacted, before his mind had a chance to say no. He let himself kiss her back for a moment, before pulling himself back. He stood for a second, disgusted with himself. He had never taken advantage of a drunk girl before, and he wouldn't start now.

"come back." She whispered. Her voice was soft, and wavered, "am I not pretty enough? Is that why? Is that why he picked her, why you don't want me. Why everyone leaves me?" The questions tumbled out of her mouth and Jace fought the urge to gather her into his arms.

"Clary, you are beautiful, so much more than beautiful. He was an idiot. But you are very drunk. So please, can we talk about this tomorrow?" He asked as he pulled her hands from his clothing. She nodded slowly, the tears that had stopped coming back now.

"Stay, just... just till I fall asleep?" She said quietly, Jace sighed and sat down beside her. He could feel her crying turn to sobs, and the bed shook with her emotion. He struggled for a moment, trying to figure out what he should do. He turned to face her on the bed, before laying down and running his fingers through her soft red hair.

"Sleep clary." He said quietly as the bed stopped shaking. She nodded for a moment and then her breathing evened out. Jace smiled, happy that she was finally asleep. He waited a few minutes and then rolled himself off the bed. He stripped off his shirt and jeans and kicked them beside the wall. He never left things out of place, his OCD kept him from living in mess, but he didnt' want to wake clary but moving around. Slowly he got an extra blanket out of the closet and threw it over her sleeping form. He took out another blanket and made his way out to the couch. He laid down and after a quick replay of the events of the night, was asleep.

Clary woke up and opened her eyes, only to quickly slam them shut again. Her head was pounding and her stomach heaved. She knew she only had moments before the events of last night came back up. She opened her eyes and realized she was someplace completely unfamiliar. She looked around and saw a door, praying it was to the bathroom. She jumped up, opened the door, and was very glad the toilet looked at least reasonably clean before she shoved her face into it. Her stomach emptied itself. Not once, not twice, but three times. And she groaned as she felt the final twist of her insides. She looked down and realized she was still wearing what she had worn to work the day before. Her jeans were splattered with paint, her white shirt clean, except for a blob of black on the back of the wrist, more than likely from wiping away her mascara tears the night before. She shuddered as the events of the night before started trickling back to her. Walking in on Jordan and Maia wasn't something she ever thought she would do. She knew he was screwing around. She knew her best friend had become distant at best, but she had hoped she was wrong. Coming in early from work and seeing them in her bed, that had been more than she could handle. She quickly had shut the door behind her, and run down the apartment complex stairs and out into the cold. She only lived a few blocks from a whole row of bars, and while Clary wasn't much of a drinker, she thought she could make an exception. The first bar had been too quiet. The bartender had taken one look at her tear stained face and had started asking questions. She wasn't ready to explain so she quickly paid her tab and left. She wandered down the street until she reached Pandemonium. The night club slash bar had a sign up that said live music. That would at least mean no one asking her what was wrong. She had quickly found herself drinking, shot after shot. Then a man had walked up to her, things started to feel fuzzy as she tried to remember the man, what he had said, what he had done. Then it clicked in and she reached down to pull down her jeans, the hand print shaped bruise on her hip told her what she needed to know about that interaction. She shook her head, trying to remember the rest. A girl with long black hair, who was impossibly beautiful. A boy with blue eyes looking at her with pity. And Gold. So much gold. Was the gold a person? Was she so drunk she imagined someone with gold eyes? She shook her head again, trying to clear out her thoughts. Slowly she peeled herself up off the floor. She quickly rinsed her face with cold water before she walked back into the bedroom. There was a set of clothing rumpled up on the floor. Male, jeans and a button down. She slowly opened the bedroom door, looking for her purse to make her escape. The colorful bag caught her eye from the kitchen counter. She looked down and saw her phone was plugged in beside her bag. Thoughtful. 27 missed calls from Jordan, 19 texts from him as well. 1 text from Maia. 'I'm sorry' it read. She shook her head, wincing at the pain that that simple movement brought. Then she looked under her phone and there was a piece of paper, a note?

Had to go to work, Bottle of water in the fridge and I left some headache medicine beside the bed for you. I'm sure you'll need it after last night. If you want to come down and say hi, Take the staircase to the right, if you want to leave, the stairs to the left will take you out the back door.

Jace

000-000-1928

Her heart stopped as she read the note. Embarrassment flooded her, her cheeks changing to a deep red. This must be the blue eyed boy. He must have brought her to his place. She took a deep breath. Did she want to meet this guy, she was sure she had made enough of a fool of herself already. But still, as she looked down at her fully dressed body, she wanted to thank him. Most guys would not have left her to sleep on their bed when she was that drunk. She truly hoped she hadn't done anything to foolish. She sighed and then ran her fingers through her messy hair. After retrieving the medicine and a bottle of water she slowly grabbed her bag and closed her eyes, before taking the staircase to the right.

Jace looked up from the paperwork he was working on at the bar as his door opened. Out stepped Clary, who stood looking around. Her eyes were duller today, but she still took his breath away. He was sure that he had somehow made up how beautiful she was in his head. Even after seeing her when he grabbed clothes for the morning, he couldn't bring himself to believe she was really as he remembered. Her heart shaped mouth was set in a frown as she took in the empty bar around them. Slowly, her eyes traveled to where he sat, motionless, staring up at her. Her mouth formed an 'O' as she took him in. He smiled at her and then nodded his head before standing up. He shoved his hands in his pockets, scolding himself in his head. In high school when he was nervous he would shove his hands in his pockets and look down at the ground. He was almost thirty now, and he suddenly found himself doing the same thing.

"You must be Jace." She said quietly, smiling up at him. He laughed and nodded, unsure what to say. He was positive that she didn't remember much, if any, of the night before.

"That's me. How you feelin?" He asked, surprised at how concerned he was with her wellbeing. She shrugged and then winced as that movement pulled her purse into her hip. For a moment Jace was confused, before remember the hands of the man the night before. He looked down at her hip and she blushed, her eyes taking to the floor. "I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner." He said, his hand covering hers on the bar for a moment. She shook her head and smiled at him,

"I don't remember much, but I know you got there before things got...too out of hand." She said slowly. He looked back down at her hip. The masochistic part of himself wanting to see the bruise he was sure was there. He reached down towards her and she flinched backwards for a moment before allowing him to tug down the side of her jeans. The angry purple and yellow marks, 5 perfect fingers, dug into her flesh. Jace tried to keep his face impassive, but the sparks of red flew up before he could get himself under control. How dare anyone, lay a hand on her. How dare a man every lay a hand on a woman. He ran his hand over his face a few times, trying to reset his mind. Trying to calm himself. "Hey," she whispered, grabbing his hand from his face, "Relax. It's a bruise, I'll heal." She said trying to console him. She held on to his hand, watching the rage in his face, until it melted away.

"I'm sorry." He said, before slowly taking his hand back. The instant loss of her warmth made his chest ache. "sorry about my sister last night, when she finds someone who will drink with her...sometimes things get out of hand." He laughed as Clary rolled her eyes.

"I remember just about nothing, which to be fair, is why I was here to begin with." She shrugged. "Did I miss anything important?" She asked, her tone light, but the worst implying something much heavier. Jace shook his head,

"You were pretty upset about some guy..." he started. Pain flashed across her face and he wanted to take the words back. "You got pretty blitzed with my sister, and then I brought you upstairs and put you to bed." He wasn't sure if he should mention the kiss. She didn't remember it and he didn't want her to think badly of him for kissing him back. She looked up at him for a moment, and then horror set in behind her eyes.

"Oh god." She said, her hand coming up to her mouth. Jace's head whipped back to her, trying to figure out what was wrong, how he could help. She took a step back away from him. "I kissed you." She said. Her voice was shaking, unshed tears forming in her eyes. Jace took in deep breath, and slowly nodded. He wasn't going to lie to her, that wasn't who he was. "I'm so sorry, so so sorry." She said, her words rushed. "You just tried to get me someplace safe, you tried to take care of me, and I practically assaulted you!" Her voice came out almost as a squeak at the end. Jace's lips turned upward in a smile.

"Clary, it's fine. I'm used to beautiful women throwing themselves at me." He said with a smirk. Her eyes blazed for a moment, and he wondered if he had said the wrong thing, before she laughed.

"Yes, but how many times do sobbing, drunk, maniac's throw themselves at you?" She asked her voice light but he could sense the tension.

"Clary, it really isn't a big deal. You were drunk, I know you didn't mean it." He put his hand on her chin, forcing her to look up at him, like he had wanted to do the night before. Her eyes searched his for a moment before she smiled.

"Maybe I did mean it." She said her head slightly cocked to the side like she was thinking. Jace's breath caught in his chest. She couldn't mean it, she couldn't say that she felt the spark he did. Every time he touched her, or she touched him. It was electric. He looked at her, her eyes shining as she looked back at him. And then she was closer, he could feel the heat emanating off of her body. "I don't remember though..." she trailed off quietly.

"I could remind you." The words left his lips before he had time to think about them, before he had time to stop them. The world stood still as her lips curved up, neither of them daring to breathe.

"I'd like that." She said, her voice sure and steady. That was all Jace needed, he stood from the barstool he had been sitting on and closed the gap between them. The air around them even seemed to stop moving as he bent down and caught her lips with his own.