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Disclaimer: Characters and names of places do not belong to me, I am sadly not Cassandra Clare, I just play with her world.

Chapter Seven: Quick Fists

Clary

The club (if that's the word you'd like to use) was already in full swing as Clary led the group through the front doors of Hunters Moon. A guy with a blue spiked Mohawk was screaming into a microphone on stage with his band clashing along with him.

Hunter's moon hasn't changed much since the last time Clary was here. The lights were dim but bright enough so you can see and so loud you couldn't hear yourself think. This was precisely the reason why Clary spent so much time here.

It was all a merge of people. Dancing, singing, drinking, laughing. The line between dance floor and bar was always blurred. With people dancing anywhere they could find room. And in the far left hand corner of the room, sitting on top of the out of use amps, was the closest thing Clary ever got to a family. She wasn't ready to face them yet.

"This is insane." Isabelle shouted over the music, glaring at the vampire who slapped her on the ass on the way by.

"Do you hear that band? Now that's music." Simon commented, nodding his head to the beat.

"Or untalented boys slamming on loud instruments," Jace retorted, earning him a glare.

"Where's the glitter?" Magnus asked throwing his hands up. "This is supposed to be a club!" A couple dancing by us turned around to stare at him.

"Magnus," Alec started gently. "Not everything has glitter." He said this like he was explaining the concept of life to a four year old, causing Clary to laugh out loud.

She shook her head and started shoving her way to the bar. She turned to find the group staring after her and she laughed at how out of place they looked. Except maybe Jace, who in his leather jacket looked like he could be one of the many sipping beer, leaning against the walls.

She made a 'come on' hand gesture and they started making their way too her. Eventually, she made it to the bar. She took a seat and waited for Jordan, who was behind the bar, to notice her.

"Really Clary? We came here to drink some more?" Jace asked.

"Hey, I don't mind." Jonathon commented, sliding down on to the stool next to her, the only vacant one on their stretch of the bar. Before she could even respond a voice interrupted her.

"Clary! Where the hell have you been?" Jordan yelled, slamming a glass down in front of her.

"Killing people, the usual." She saw Jordan flinch at the double meaning.

"Clar-" he started.

"Where's Luke?" She interrupted. The last thing she needed where questions from the peanut gallery.

"Who are your friends?" he asked pointing to the group behind her, ignoring her question completely.

"It doesn't matter. Is he here?"

"What kind of trouble did you get yourself mixed up in now, short fuse?" She froze at the nickname, remembering the time they all gave it to her, happier times.

"Nothing, I don't usually get myself wrapped in, quick fists." She winked at him. He got his nickname from his knack of getting into fights. Some might argue that his temper is even worse than hers. "Is he in his office?"

"Clary, you know I can't just let this group back there without at least some kind of clue as to whether or not they're a threat."

"They're not a threat, they're here with me." She knew it was a bad idea to bring them. She doesn't know why she asked them to come in the first place.

She turned around with the intention of telling them to find something else to do but discovered that only Jace stood behind her. Magnus and Alec were playing cards with a couple of warlocks, Simon and Isabelle were dancing closer to the stage, and Jonathon was still sitting beside her.

She raised her eyebrow at Jordan as if to say, "What Group?"

Jordan let out a sigh, "He should be back in his office if not, well then your guess is as good as mine." He flashed her a toothy grin and she heard Jonathon gasp. Well if they didn't know he was a werewolf before, they do now.

"Thanks, quick fists." She went to get up but Jordan's hand stopped her.

"Wait, tell me if this is good." He handed her the shot that was on the bar. She took it from his hand and as soon as she was about to take it Jace's hand shot out and caught her wrist.

"You sure it's a good idea to consume drinks given to you by werewolves? Especially after what happened at Pandemonium?" Jace gave her a knowing look and she cursed herself for doing something to deserve that look. Besides who is he to tell her what she can and can't do? She doesn't need any looking after. She saw Jordan's hands quench.

"Look here shadowhunter," He hissed. "I've been giving her drinks to evaluate far longer than you even knew her name and I will continue doing so long after she is done with you."

"What exactly does that mean?" Jace asked. "Just because her relationship with you probably didn't get past this bar doesn't mean you have to get jealous."

"Jace!" Clary yelled. Watching Jordan's face redden and she knew if she didn't do something soon a huge fight was going to break out. She couldn't put money on who would win, that's for sure.

"Guys, that's enough." She drowned the shot and flinched at the sweetness. "Jace, I've been doing this for years and you have no say in what I can or can't do or should and shouldn't do. Jordan, watch your temper and it's too sweat. Seriously what'd you do? Dump a pound of sugar in there?"

Jordan's temper wound down as he broke into a grin. Mission accomplished.

"So that's a no?"

"That's a big no," She smiled at him, gesturing for Jace and Jonathon to keep moving. Jonathon started walking to the other end of the bar, Jace didn't move.

"Damn. Okay, I'll keep trying. Prepare for more throughout this fine evening." He grinned, flashing a scowl in Jace's direction.

"Looking forward to it." She turned and started heading towards Jonathon, expecting Jace to follow. He didn't. She let out an exasperated sigh. Boys.

"Come on Jace," She grabbed his hand causing him to break from his stare down with Jordan and shoot her a surprised look. She rolled her eyes and tugged on his hand. He reluctantly followed her.

"You're an asshole." She said when they got out of hearing distance, which in the club was only a few feet away.

"That may be true, but I got you to hold my hand." He smiled down at her, squeezing her hand before she pulled it from his grasp, rolling her eyes.

"You're impossible." She mumbled, walking a bit faster.

"But, you love it."

"You wish." By this time they already made it to the end of the bar where they found Jonathon talking to some sprite. She was laughing at whatever he said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"Just leave him; he's in his comfort zone." Jace told her. She shrugged her shoulders and walked to the door at the end of the bar.

Please let it be the same code.

She pushed in the still familiar four digits and the automatic lock clicked open. She pushed open the door. Success.

"How did you know the code?" Jace asked walking into the hallway behind her.

"Because I know everything." She winked at him, he rolled his eyes at her smiling. She started walking down the hall peering into the darkened rooms as she passed.

"Oh yeah, then what am I thinking right now?" She looked into Luke's office and the lights were on, only he wasn't in there. She glanced around the room and noticed a pair of shadows in the window of the door that led to the back room in his office. She turned to tell Jace that they needed to get back there but then realized that he was right behind her, his breath fanning her cheek.

"What?" She asked in a daze, their closeness having a much bigger effect on her than it should.

"I asked, than what am I thinking right now?" He repeated with a smile, as if he enjoyed watching her squirm.

"Um, how badly you want to get with me?" She asked with a smirk. Go for the sarcasm that always works.

"Close." He said his eyes blazing into hers, so brightly that she couldn't look away. "More like, how badly I want to kiss you." Her breath caught and she realized that she's never been in a situation like this before. She's never met someone like Jace before.

Jace took her silence as a good sign and slowly began closing the distance between them. Suddenly, he was right there. Leaning close, so close that she could feel his breath on her lips, could hear his erotic heart beat. She wondered if he could hear hers, it was practically pounding out of her chest.

Just as they were about to connect a loud bang in the room behind them caused them to jump apart.

They both glanced at each other, out of breath. Then turned to stare through the window on the door. There was a lamp in pieces on the floor and a very pissed off looking Luke. Luke always calm Luke was pissed? Something about this didn't compute right.

But Luke being mad wasn't as big of a shock as the other person standing in the room. Jace and Clary exchanged a look almost as if to make sure that what they were seeing was real.

There with a stele out and a venomous look on his face was Sebastian. And standing in the doorway of the backroom was none other than Hodge.

Authors Note: Dunt, dunt, dunt…Hahaha. How'd you guys like it? Thanks for the reviews it makes me happy that at least a few of you are still interested in reading!

What do you think of Hunters Moon? And the Jace and Clary almost kiss? And what is Sebastian and Hodge up too?

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