A/N: Don't forget Sebastian and Clary aren't related in this fic! Explicit mentions of drug use and distribution in this chapter!

Sebastian gave me an aggravated glare. "I said turn back there!"

"Back where? In the ditch?" I say, trying not to snap at him.

"No! Damn, I am never letting you drive high again." Sebastian says irritably.

"Fuck you!" I snapped at him.

"Ok, ok. Clary just turn back to the gas station before we catch the attention of some wayward cop. We've got a QP in the back."

"Fine." Clary flipped the car around, making a U turn in the middle of the street.

"You're going to kill us!" Sebastian sniped.

"Pretty soon that's going to be my aim!" I snarl back. I pull roughly into the gas station, stomping on the brakes next to a black car.

Sebastian rolls his eyes again and we wait for him to make the exchange. He comes back, hopefully, a few hundred dollars richer. When he comes back he stands outside my driver's door and says, "Let me drive. We're going over to Jordan and Maia's house after this and I want to survive long enough to eat the brownies Maia made."

I glare at him, I'm not usually this bitchy, especially when I'm high but Sebastian doesn't always bring out the best in me. I climb into the back seat with Jace and let Sebastian, my cranky boyfriend, drive us around for a while.

I slip my hand onto Jace's thigh. He casts me a wry glance. He hates taking sides when Seb and I fight but when he presses his hand onto my side I think I can figure out whose side he supports. "You two should lay off you know he's just worried about you."

My cheeks flush, it hadn't occurred to me that he was worried, instead of just being a dick. "I drive high all the time!"

"Yeah, but that was a big deal we just did. We would all go to prison for a very long time if we got caught."

"I didn't think Sebastian did that kind of business?"

"We're in New York baby, drugs are a big deal to cops."

"Alright, I guess," I say, Sebastian pulls into Maia's driveway and I kiss Jace's soft lips. Tomorrow the bandages come off and I'm worried the phantom limb pain is going to get worse. We haven't been able to afford the costly trips to the doctor for his phantom limb pains.

I get out first and prepare Jace's wheelchair for him. Jace only needs a little help getting out of the car these days. Seb gives Maia and Jordan a warm welcome. I feel a little lighter now that we've offloaded the QP. The rest of the afternoon goes off without a hitch and we end up crashing on Maia and Jordans fold out futon that night. I fall asleep against Jace's chest and holding Sebastian's hand.

In the morning we have to be up early because Jace's doctor appointment is on the other side of town. Sebastian opts to sleep in a bit longer and Jace brushes a kiss to his lips before we leave. I help Jace get into the passenger side and he plugs his phone into the system while I put away his wheelchair.

Softly, much too softly, I hear Future playing through the speakers. I hop in the front seat and pull into the street. Jace's hand is on my thigh the whole way there. Jace, for all that I love him, cannot rap to save his life but he tries now.

They wanna see me make the wrong move, bite the bullet

See me whip up in that new school just like a bullet

Purple reign,

I just need my girlfriend

I just need my girlfriend

"Jace, c'mon just listen." I turn up the volume and giggle. His hand squeezes my thigh and I'm happy that he's in such a good mood. We flip through his playlists and he makes shoddy attempts to rap his way through them, and I giggle the whole time.

I pull into a spot in the back of the parking lot and get his wheelchair ready. He easily wheels himself in, my hand at his shoulder the whole time. I clear my throat to get the attention of the girl at the front desk. "We're here to see Dr. Penhallow?"

"Have a seat the nurse will be out to see you in just a moment." The secretary, an elderly woman says in a bored tone. Shouldn't people be more friendly in a hospital? I sigh and ruffle Jace's hair.

I pick up a magazine and lace my fingers with Jace's. They've got Cosmopolitan and they have a fairly lewd article about giving head. I figure it will occupy me while Jace gets things taken care of.

"Jace Herondale." A petite nurse maybe a few years older than me says.

"I want you to come with me," Jace says. We walk over to the nurse and I ask, "Can I come in with him?" She's absolutely adorable. She's more petite than me, if possible, and she has the most beautiful almond shaped eyes.

"Of course." She smiles at us.

She takes Jace's vital signs and I flip through the article on giving head. I have no shame to speak of. The nurse leaves and tells us the doctor will be in shortly. I wander over to Jace and kiss his cheek lightly. "I hope it doesn't hurt."

"I don't think it will but they're not going to be pleased that I haven't been going for those appointments."

"Yikes, I know. They're so expensive though! A fifty dollar co pay once a week plus twenty at the pharmacy is nuts!" Subconsciously Clary wondered if there was a way they could squeeze the money out of Sebastian. They might have to eat boiled potatoes and carrots for a couple months but then Jace wouldn't be in pain.

"Still, we should be rolling in dough with all the business Sebastian's been doing." A part of me wondered if that was a gentle accusation that there was more we could be doing. There was a knock at the door and I didn't have time to ask Jace if that was what he meant.

"Mr. Herondale, good to see you again."

"Hi, Dr. Penhallow. This is my girlfriend, Clary."

"Hi, Clary. I heard Jace hasn't been able to go to the sessions we scheduled for his phantom limb pain? He really needs to do the sessions of local anesthetic and steroids." She pulled on a pair of purple gloves and Jace showed her his leg. The stump was completely healed accept a bit of swelling.

Dr. Penhallow looked closely at the stump. "I'm going to have Jace fitted for a mock up leg. It's just so he can get used to having the prosthetic. If you're having issues paying for things you should contact the VA and I can direct you to one of the health insurance specialists that can sign you up for Medicaid."

"Is Medicaid expensive?" I asked Dr. Penhallow. I had no idea what it even was.

"No dear, it's free. You could sign yourself up too." I nod, this sounds good to me.

"When will I have the mock up leg?" Jace asks the doctor.

"It doesn't take long. They just do a few measurements and your leg will be ready in about an hour. I'm going to ask that you stay out of the wheelchair as well, when you leave today we'll give you crutches. Try balancing on your leg as much as possible, it will get easier the more you try."

"What about the phantom pains?" Jace asked.

"On a scale one to ten, ten being the worst pain you've ever felt and one being no pain what's your pain level?"

"Like a 7. But it comes and goes." Jace added

"Alright let's try to get it down to a 4."

"How much will his appointments cost on Medicaid?" I ask her.

"Nothing, they'll be free."

"Oh well, that's good," I say smiling. I wish I had known about this before!

"Alright. Make sure you get to those appointments and practice on your crutches." Dr. Penhallow said opening the door and leading us out.

We arrived back home close to noon. I had signed all three of us up for Medicaid and we were all fully insured. Better than that, Jace was hobbling around the living room in his new leg.

"It hurts." He said as he overbalanced on his new crutches and nearly tipped over. Sebastian caught his shoulder and steered him back to his chair, making sure Jace didn't fall.

It was just the three of us in the house. It was kind of nice…

"You know that concert is tonight?" Sebastian said.

"No, which concert? We went to Lana Del Ray the other night right?"

"Yup, Jay-Z is playing tonight."

At the same time, both me and Jace yelled "WHAT!?"

"Yeah, I have three tickets. I figure you and Clary could go on a date while I work."

"How am I supposed to go?" Jace asked.

"Well I don't think your doctor wants you to stand through a Jay-Z concert does she?" I said in response. "We can take the wheel chair."

"No guys, you two should go. I'll only slow you guys down." But I could hear how badly Jace wanted to go and I wouldn't have him talk us out of it.

"You're going, Jace. We wouldn't leave you out of something like this."

"But guys!" Jace protested.

"It's settled then," Sebastian said. "The concert starts at 9:30. I'm going to go down early to try to get people standing in line. You guys should get there early, the first 500 people there get to be in front of the stage."

"That sounds sweet," I said.

"Are you both sure?" Jace said.

"Oh my lord!" Sebastian exclaimed. "It will be fun for everyone!"

"Ok! I'll go!" Jace finally agreed.

"Yessss!" I jumped up and down a little. "How did you ever get tickets for this?"

"A guy owed me money, a lot of money and he gave me these tickets to pay his debt."

Sebastian had said to get there early so I pulled into the parking garage at 9 pm. There were people all up and down the sidewalk, pouring out of little pizza shops that were down the block from the Garden. The parking garage we were in was packed with people. Cars of all kinds rolled through looking for a parking spot.

I got out and wrestled the wheelchair out and helped Jace into it. We found an elevator after some wandering and took it down to the street level. Sebastian was going to be working but we'd all agreed to have a drink (read: shotgun a keystone light) before the show. There was a seedy looking pizza store right outside the entrance to the parking garage. I fished my knife out of my purse as we walked. The area around Madison Square Garden was pretty well lit but New York was a dangerous city. We stopped in a nook by the pizza place, this was where they were supposed to be meeting Sebastian. I gripped the knife fiercely. We were all armed, actually. Jace had brass knuckles and a knife, I had my own knife and well… Sebastian had a gun almost always on him. This was the life we chose to live.

"Ayeeee!" Sebastian's voice shouted from the entrance of the pizza shop. His mouth was half full with pizza and he seemed to be burning his tongue on a fresh slice.

"Sebastian!" Jace said happily. Sebastian kissed Jace and handed him a beer. He seemed to be pulling beers from his back pockets.

"Hey, you," I said to Sebastian. He passed me a beer and offered me a bite of his pizza but I declined. We had chicken and gravy before we went out.

I was aching for a cigarette but Jace hated it when we smoked in front of him. "What do you say we shot gun these over there," He pointed to the alleyway we had just come from, "And I'll give you guys the VIP passes as well?"

"VIP passes?" I wondered how much money this guy had owed Sebastian. We were easily into 5k worth of shit this guy had given Seb to pay off his 'debt'

"Yep. You guys can go straight past the line and someone will take you backstage."

"Damn that sounds good." Jace agreed. Jace wheeled himself over the alleyway which was only a few feet from us. He didn't drink much but we couldn't bring our beers into the Garden so probably best to just have them now.

Jace adeptly poked a hole in his and handed it to me as it dripped. "Want to do the honors?" I put the bottom where he'd poked a hole in the side of the can up to his lips and count backward from three before opening the can. He handles it pretty well. I doubt he'll have another though.

Sebastian and I both shotgun our own beers and he hands us the VIP passes. This is all a little surreal? I don't know what to make of this. We never have money to spend on big ticket items like this. We usually break into concerts for free, sneaking in the back way or whatever.

"Stay safe babe!" I say to Sebastian as we walk away. I run back to him and kiss his cheek sweetly. "Make lots of money!"

Jace and I walk past all the people in line. Sure enough, there's someone there waiting for people with VIP passes there's no line and we both show our passes to the guy at the front. He hands us off to someone who walks us back to the backstage area. There's free food and an open bar. I'm gasping for a cigarette and I can see a door that leads outside to a smoker's area. "Will you be ok if I go smoke?"

Jace smiles at me. "Yes, I'll be fine." He wheeled himself toward the food. I noticed as I walked through the crowd that the jeans and crop top I was wearing made me feel horribly underdressed. Everyone here seemed to be wearing elegant dresses or designer jeans and fancy shirts. I exited and joined the other smokers. I didn't want to leave Jace alone for long so I smoked my cigarette in a hurry and came back inside ASAP.

The opening act was getting ready to go on. I think it was French Montana. I wasn't really here to see them so I found Jace and placed my hand on his shoulder and kissed his hair. "How're you feeling?"

"Not bad, a little sore." He said, smiling up at me.

"There's a VIP spot for us to sit at when Jay-Z comes on."

"Do you mind watching the opening act? I kind of like French Montana."

I smiled at him, "Of course, let's go."

We found seats in the VIP seating area. Not many people were there yet. There was a spot for wheelchairs which made both Jace and I very happy. I held his hand closely and kissed his cheek.

French Montana rapped and the song made me sway back and forth in my chair.

And you are unforgettable

I need to get you alone

Why not?

A fucking good time, never hurt nobody

I got a little drink but it's not Bacardi

If you loved the girl then I'm so, so sorry

I got to give it to her like we in a marriage

Jace was looking very pleased and a bit buzzed from his one beer. I was craving a bump of coke if I was honest. I leaned in to kiss Jace and he kissed me chastely on the lips.

"I'm going to go get a drink." I wanted a better buzz. One beer might get Jace feeling something but that was probably because he was some pretty heavy duty pain meds and one drink was probably all he should have, but for me, I needed several before I felt anything.

I went to the open bar and requested a sex on the beach. The bartender was a girl, probably a year or two older than me. She mixed my drink and smirked at me. "Is the blonde one yours?"

"Yeah," I said, wondering where this was going.

"He's gorgeous."

I smirked back at her. "Yeah, he is."

She handed me my sex on the beach and I tipped her two dollars. I went back to sit with Jace and watch the rest of French Montana's show. Luckily it was short so we didn't have to wait long for Jay-Z to start.

Towards the end of the show, Jay-Z did some of his older songs, which I was a big fan of so I had my phone out, taking video. But I was interrupted by my phone ringing, I didn't recognize the number. I ran to the smoker's area and answered it. "Hello?"

"Thank god, Clary, it's me." It was Sebastian.

"Hey what are you doing calling me from this number?"

"Clary, it's a long story but I need you to come bail me out."

"WHAT!?"

"I can't say anything right now, but bail is $5,600 dollars. I'm at the 17th precinct. Can you handle it?"

"Of course! Hang tight babe."

"Thanks. I love you."

"I love you too," I say to him.

He hung up and I scramble to go get Jace.

I have to shout so he can hear me over the music. "We have to leave, Sebastian is in trouble."

"What?!" He shouts back to me.

"Yeah, we gotta go!"

Jace wheels himself around and we make for the exit. I have never moved this fast in my life. I know Jace is working hard too because he's wheeling himself along right next to me as I run down Seventh avenue. We make it back to the parking garage in record time and I help Jace into the car. We have to go back to the house to get the money. God only knows what happened to the money Sebastian managed to raise tonight.

I get in the car and pull out, and make my way through the city. Jace hooks up his phone and plays Jay-Z through the speakers.

I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not

let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot

let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh

Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh

And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy.

We pull in the driveway and I ask Jace, "Do you want to come with me or you want to stay here?"

"I don't see what use I'll be out there, I might as well stay here."

"Ok, unfortunately, I don't think there's much we can except get the money and hope things aren't too fucked." I go to get the money from under the mattress in our bedroom and pull out six 1,000 dollar stacks. It's what we were going to live on for the next month but we don't really have a choice. I take out six 100 dollar bills from the sixth stack and stuff the money in my purse. I hate carrying large sums of money on me. I leave my knife here, it's not like it will look very good if I try to get in a police station with a knife on me.

"Ok, I'm heading out!" I shout to Jace I head out of the door. He blows me a kiss.

I drive back downtown to Seventh Ave and the traffic from the concert is making it difficult to get anywhere. Finally, I pull into the precinct parking lot. I head up to the desk sergeant and ask, "I'm here to bail out my boyfriend, Sebastian Morgenstern."

"Let me look him up." He types Sebastian's name into the computer. "Do you know what he's been charged with?"

"No? I don't really care. I just want my boyfriend back." I say.

"Ok, his bail is 5,600 dollars. We take cash and money orders."

I pull out the wad of hundreds from my purse and start counting them out.

It's a few minutes before he comes out. He's got a black eye and there's dried blood under his nose. "Hey, you."

He hugs me tightly. "Let's get out of here."

"You're all set?"

"Yeah."

I slip my hand into his.

QP* = quarter pound

I do not own Purple Reign by Future, Unforgettable by French Montana or Hard knock life by Jay-Z.