Chapter 11

Clary gave Jace a side long glance. She was wearing her dress again, but her hair was messed up, her eyes were alight with passion and her cheeks were flushed and she had a massive hickey on her collar bone in obvious view. Also her lips were red and puffy from Jace's kissing –not that she was complaining.

Jace didn't look that much better; his hair looked just like what had happened –steamy sex in an elevator. His shirt was rumpled up with half the buttons missing.

Jace gave her that cocky grin back, the one she had fallen in love with in the first place and Clary nearly pressed the emergency stop button again and had her way with him –again. He tightened his hold on her hand to show him that he was thinking the same thing. Clary loved him with all her heart, there was no doubt about it and now she had time to think she knew that telling her parents about them getting married was the right thing to do, and if she was honest she kind of knew that her mother was going to react like that. She had never really got on with Jace since Valentine died. She never really accepted Jace as Clary's boyfriend and it didn't matter how angry it made her, she couldn't hold it against her mother.

Jace reminded Jocelyn of Valentine, there wasn't a question about it, and Clary didn't have to ask her mother she just knew. And what her mother had gone through with Clary's father she wouldn't blame her. So they just had to give her time, it still made her mad that her mother couldn't just accept it and be happy for her but she had to be patient.

Clary gave Jace another look but this time she quickly wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and burrowed her head into the crook of his neck.

"Whoa." He half laughed, wrapping his arms around Clary as well. "What was that for?" He asked, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you." She whispered. "I love you so much, I don't even think it's possible to love someone this much."

Jace's finger hooked under her chin and leaned her head up to look into his eyes. "I love you too." He said, kissing her gently on the lips. "Am I dying? Is that why you're being so nice to me? I'm dying of some kind of terrible disease aren't I and I don't know about it?" His voice edging with mock terror and then he smiled again.

Clary shoved him in the chest but couldn't help laughing. "I just felt all sentimental that's all." She smiled.

They were laughing until the doors of the elevator opened.

Maryse was standing in the door looking, well, pissed off. She wore an immaculate black suit jacket with a matching skirt, her hair was tied up in a tight bun at the back and the look on her face would make dragons cower.

Both Jace and Clary gulped.

"There is someone to see you in the study." She said her voice sharp. "Go get changed then meet us in there immediately." She then walked away down the hall.

"Do you think it's a minister to clean away our dirty ways?" Clary joked. "'Cause it sure felt like she knew what we just did."

Jace laughed as they walked to their room. "Of course she knows." Jace said, rubbing circles on her hand absentmindedly. "She never has the look on her face unless she knows someone's just had sex. That's why she constantly looks at Izzy like that."

Clary elbowed him in the ribs, but couldn't help laughing at the same time.

They made it to their room quickly. Clary changed out of her dress for faded light blue jeans that hung low on her hips, needless to say they were Jace's favourites, she wore a light green strappy top and flung on Jace's grey hoody that came down to her knees but smelt just like him as she zipped it up half way.

Jace changed into jeans too and a grey t-shirt. Clary personally thought that he looked better without a shirt but they had to make a good impression.

Clary wondered what was going on, the dreams she had about the runes hadn't happened for a few nights, and only Jace knew about them and she knew he wouldn't tell anyone without talking to Clary about it first.

The other dreams... well they weren't so private. She wondered if the Clave had come to take her to a mental hospital. Did the Clave even have a mental hospital?

Obviously Jace realised what she was thinking about by the way her face looked. He took her hand and squeezed it. "It'll be okay..." He murmured, kissing her on the lips. "I won't leave you." He promised.

Clary gave a little smile and nodded and they made their way out to the library. She didn't know how she was staying upright and walking straight because she was so nervous. Clary knew she wasn't normal, even in the Shadowhunting world, it hadn't really bothered her in the past, because she had Jace and he wasn't normal either and everyone accepted them.

When they got the massive double doors of the library her mind went back to when she was first here; when Jace had saved her from a ravernor demon. Hodge had wanted to talk to her, and as usual Jace was there. He had always been there, to look over her, he hadn't really left her alone, and it had made her feel safe. He had made her feel safe.

She remembered when she had slapped him in the elevator, when he had taken a risk with her life, he hadn't even been mad at her then; he didn't leave her like any other guy would've done.

Who would've thought they would be here, they had defied the odds of them dying and they had survived everything and they were going to get married. She squeezed his hand in support and Jace squeezed her hand back. Then her mind cast back to the image of her standing over Jace with a sword about to cut his head off. What was she supposed to do about that?

Jace opened the double doors and Clary expected it to be a full room of full of Shadowhunters known and unknown but there was no one except one girl in the middle standing with her back to them, her mousy brown hair tied up and she was wearing an elaborate dress that looked like it belonged from the Victorian era.

She turned around slowly and she had a friendly smile on her face.

"Who are you?" Jace asked, his hand tightly wrapped around Clary's, his body positioned a little in front of her.

"I'm no one you need to be afraid of young Herondale." She said, she had a slight American accent that mixed with English.

"I'll try this again, who are you and where is everyone?" He asked and Clary could tell that by the sound of his voice, his jaw was clenched and he was trying not to shout, he always got like this when he was tense.

"I'm here to help you and I sent them away... Don't worry dear boy, I know you better than you do yourself." She murmured the last bit.

Jace let out a sarcastic laugh, moving Clary closer to the back of him. "Why dear lady, I'm sure you don't. No one knows me." His voice taking on a hard edge to it.

Clary put a protective hand on his back, telling him that she was here for him. He let out a shuddering breath. "Be nice." She whispered. He sometimes got them into situations when he used his smart mouth. And it took a while to get them out.

"Why are you helping us?" He asked his tone more friendly.

She smiled. "You are exactly like him you know." She murmured.

Jace shook his head. "I'm like no one, I'm completely my own."

The smiled on the girl got larger. "Exactly like him." She laughed quietly.

Clary moved from behind Jace's back and held his hand again. "I don't mean to be rude..." Clary murmured. "But who are you?"

The women seemed to be flattered by the politeness from Clary and she sat down on the edge of a chair motioning them to the opposite. Clary took them both over and Jace put a protective arm round her waist. His left hand on the seraph blade in his jeans pocket.

"I am someone that is here to help you, both of you. And my name is Tessa. Tessa Gray."

A/N: So what did you think? If you haven't read the Infernal Devices it might be a bit spoilery for you after this chapter, not that much but a little.

So I know it's only short and that it's been a long time but this seemed the place to stop it and I'll be updating sooner.

Tell me what you think, I always love to hear from you guys :D

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