Rain fell from the sky in an angry roar as it left the street an inch under water. The looming traffic dodged the larger puddles as it soaked pedestrians who, even under an umbrella, couldn't stay dry.

Jace stood on the curb across the street from where kids gathered as they waited for the school bus. He eyes were set on only one of them though.

Her thick red hair glowed even in the shadowed light. She gazed off into the distance, dreaming sadly.

"You can't help her," A familiar voice came behind him, but his eyes did not wander.

"What makes you say that Magnus?"

"I don't know what dark magic did this, it's not like before."

Jace's eyes pleaded as he shot around fast to meet Magnus's eyes. A small dagger held strongly in his hand as it faced the ground.

"You don't understand!"

His mind was made. He had to help her remember the shadow world, remember him. Magnus would do the same for Alec.

"I love her Magnus. If she can't be a part of the shadow world then I refuse to be too."

...

Time turned slowly as first period geography swallowed all memories of the summer. Clary Fray sat staring at the window, unaware of the teacher's scornful glare directed at her.

Questions lingered through the air about summer trips and camps. Lazily Clary thought about her summer. Her mind hurt as dark memories whistled through her mind, leaving a burning scar. She remembered going to see Eric's distasteful poetry, her mother's decision to go away to the country with Luke. The rest however she couldn't see.

She turned to see her best friend Simon gazing at her with sad, sorrowful eyes from a few desks away. He had changed to over the summer she thought. His eyes were darker, hollow with what seemed like fear and his natural tanned skin had faded into a paler set of muscles.

With a sigh she turned to see the opening door. A boy, carrying a piece of paper entered the room. She recognized that he must be a transfer student. Within a minute of talking to the teacher he was directed to sit in the seat next to her.

Sun light poured through the window making his hair look like a halo, golden and naturally dancing as he moved. He smiled at the class. Clary saw most the girls smile back, giggling into their hands as he walked past them. He moved silently and gracefully as he moved closer towards her desk. Placing his stuff on the table and sliding into the small wooden chair next to her.

"You are?" he mused, as she stared into his warm golden eyes.

"Clary," she said, struggling to find any other words.

"Jace," he introduced before turning to face the bored without saying another word.

...

He entered the cafeteria at lunch searching aimlessly for Clary.

As he walked through the chattering groups he became aware of the many girls eyes watching him, although that wasn't uncommon, he was very attractive.

He found Clary sitting at a small booth by herself, picking at her salad with her fingers as she rearranged it on her plate.

"Artist I see?" He questioned as his heart ached seeing her so empty and lost.

She nodded slightly, making no effort to slide over so he could sit down like she usually would. Taking his rejection lightly he pulled a chair across so he was facing her.

She gave him a disturbed annoyed face. Before piling her food back onto the tray as if getting ready to walk away.

"You can't just walk away! I wanted to have lunch with you," pain crossed his face as he watched her. Memories of the summer in the institute on her sixteenth birthday crossed his mind, when he had kissed her. He thought about when he had lost the nerve to live because he couldn't have her, then the night in Idris where they lay holding hands as they fell asleep.

"Having lunch usually implies that you eat," she said in a bored tone as she pointed at the empty space on the table.

Anger shot through him as he returned to his sarcastic self. "I thought we'd make things interesting as go 'lady and the tramp style'," His sad eyes flashed a hot fiery red as she stood from the table and stormed away with rage, leaving him staring at table blankly.