Before I begin this shuffle, I just wanted to address an anonymous reviewer: to emilia, I actually thought your review was a flame when I first started reading. Hee, thanks for the support! I actually have a plot in mind for a young adult novel, working title Branded, but it's slow going. Thanks again!

I don't own any of these characters or songs.

Also, these shuffles are obnoxiously addicting. You should try one, reader.

RULES

1. Pick a character or pairing you like: Clace. (Clary and Jace)

2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it stops.

4. No lingering afterwards.

5. Do 10 of these and post them

1. Booty Call by The Midnight Beast (aka What am I going to do with this?)

"I'm not a booty call, I'm just a normal boy, I want to stay at home and play with all my toys…"

Clary growled as yet another puffed up, underdressed girl clung to Jace's arm, playfully scrawling her phone number on his arm, unknowingly covering half of his dexteritas rune. Jace threw her a look over his shoulder and pulled his arm away, not making any comment to the now-deflating girl as he turned away from her and made his way back to Clary.

"What was that?" Clary asked him, fighting to keep her jealousy at bay.

"Another girl who wants me for the night," Jace sighed to her, running a Sharpie-covered hand through his blond hair. Clary fought off the desire to do the same thing and stood her ground.

"Why is it every time we go out, you end up dealing with that?"

"Because they're desperate and looking for a booty call," He offered her, holding her gently around the waist. Clary huffed, unconsciously wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm sorry," he told her, kissing her forehead. "I wish I could stop them. We could always stay home?"

2. Jump by Flo Rida feat. Nelly Furtado (A remix my DJ friend did)

"When I say jump, you say how high, I ain't never seen nobody, how they get so high…?"

Jace laughed, leaping from wall to wall of the training room, clearing the forty feet between them with ease. He could have been flying, his jumps were so graceful. Clary watched as he bounced around like a little kid—except most little kids couldn't jump four feet, let alone forty. But with the grin on his face and his hair flipping around, he looked just like a child. It made her heart swell.

He noticed her then, as he did a flip between walls. His feet planted on the stone of the wall and he propelled himself down, landing without a jerk on the wooden floor. Secretly, Clary was envious. Sure, the power to create runes was awesome, but couldn't the extra angel blood in her veins give her a little more dexterity and grace? Jace sometimes seemed to have gotten the better half of this whole experiment fiasco. Still, she brushed aside her thoughts to lean forward and kiss him.

She wanted to know what it felt like.

"Jump," she told him.

He grinned at her. "How high?"

And he leaped into the air with her in his arms.

3. Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade

"I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start…"

Clary curled up in her bed in the Institute, fighting the urge to sneak into Jace's room like she had every night since Jace had gone missing.

How had she not known?

How could she have not noticed that something was obviously wrong with Jace, that he was fighting off a demon—not just any demon, the Mother of all Demons. She'd failed him, failed everyone.

And now he was gone.

Without thought, her feet slid from her bed and carried her down the hall, to his room. She pushed the door open. It was meticulously clean, the way he always kept it. On the wall was a picture of them, Jace smiling and obviously laughing at something while Clary stuck her tongue out at him. She'd never even known anyone was taking it.

It was the only piece of life in the devoid room.

Tears came, like they had every night, as she pulled one of his shirts from the drawers and pulled it on and would herself into his blankets.

They smelled like him.

4. Forever by Chris Brown

"It's a long way down, We're so high off the ground, Sending for an angel to bring me your heart… Girl, where did you come from? Got me so undone…"

Jace wrapped his arm around Clary's petite waist, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.

"Jace," she cooed, wiggling out of his grasp. "The others could come in at any second."

"So?" He asked her, kissing her again, drawing it out. He nibbled lightly on her lower lip, trying to tease her into letting go with him. After a moment's struggle, she gave in, allowing him to sweep her away.

Sometimes, when Jace truly put himself forward to meet her fervor with his own, he felt like he could fly. Like those pictures Clary had, of him with the beautiful wings of an angel, were true. He could soar, fly, take her with him.

She was made for him, it seemed. Despite their differences in size, she fit perfectly against his body, in his arms, in his heart. He kissed her gently, trying to show her without words how much she meant to him, how they would be together forever and he would never let her go.

It was like he'd been waiting, searching for years for this tiny, fiery redhead who made him think and feel and believe and love.

He'd never let her go.

5. Halo by Beyoncé

"Hit me like a ray of sun burning through my darkest night, you're the only one that I want, think I'm addicted to your light…"

Angels.

They were both angels.

Not demons. Not siblings. Not normal, either. They were angels. Well, part angel.

Clary studied herself in her mirror, searching for a hint to that angelic blood that she now knew flowed through her. She could see it in Jace, every time she looked at him. With all that love, that gentle gold that made up the boy she cared for so very much, 'The love that moves the sun and other stars,' the man that meant more to her than her entire world. He was her entire world.

Slowly, delicately, her pale fingers came up to run through the red hair that she'd brushed every morning since she was five and told her mom she could do it for herself, only to get the round brush stuck in the curls. Her eyes picked out her every flaw, every little thing about herself that she hated, that she wished she could change, and wondered how so much divinity could result in something as mundane as her.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts she never heard the door open.

Jace was suddenly behind her, holding her tight to him and whispering in her ear.

"I can see your halo, beautiful. My Angel Girl."

6. Mocking Bird by Megan Slankard

"If I were a mocking bird, would you chain me in view of the endless sky world…?"

"Absolutely not," Jace asserted as if it settled the matter. Naturally, it didn't.

"Who gives you the right to say yes or no?" Clary growled, spinning around to glare at him. She was beautifully made up, dressed to perfection and coifed for hunting.

"Clary, you're not ready to be the bait—" Jace began, but she cut him off.

"When will I be then, huh? I've been training for months with you, with Alec, heck, Isabelle's given me extra lessons in how to convince them I'm sincere!" She screamed, fighting the urge to push Jace into the wall and run back to her room. Sometimes, it felt like he kept her locked up in a tiny glass box. He let her come with them, watch and learn, but she could never help, never do anything while three of the people she cared for most in the world risked themselves for her. It was like being chained and forced to watch the world go by.

She hated it.

7. Never Gonna be Alone by Nickelback

"You're never gonna be alone from this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall…"

Clary sat next to Jace as he stared at the wall unseeingly. One year. One year ago, he'd set out on what amounted to a suicide mission, determined to kill the only father he'd ever known to keep her safe, to save their world. Even now, it tore at him. She rubbed his back soothingly as his gold eyes stared at a scene that was thousands of miles and a year away.

"Jace," she whispered to him soothingly. "Jace, it's alright. I'm here. I'm fine, you're fine. You're not alone, you'll never be alone." She nuzzled his neck, trying to bring him back to her. "You saved us, you didn't do it to be cruel, it's okay, I love you…"

He turned his eyes onto her, their color intense and haunted. "You'll never leave me?" He croaked to her, placing his hand on the side of her face. "I don't want you to leave me…"

"I'll never leave you," she promised.

8. Letters to God, Part II by Angels and Airwaves.

"And like one would, like a child, I'm asking… Like I could knock on your door… Will you let me in…?"

Clary was almost asleep when there was a knock on her door. She stretched and yawned, adjusting her camisole top in order to make sure she was modest.

"Come in," she said softly. The door swung open and, to Clary's surprise, there stood Jace in his pajama pants, looking awkward but adorable in that half-mussed way of early morning. She smiled at him, but he didn't smile back.

"Jace?" She asked, beckoning him in. He stepped in, closing the door behind him. The room was plunged into near darkness, but Clary could still see his outline, the faint glow of gold and light.

"Jace, what's wrong?" She tried again, pulling her legs up under her. He stopped at the foot of the bed.

"I… uhm…" He stumbled. Clary was confused—Jace never stuttered over his words.

"You can tell me, you know."

"I had a nightmare. I thought you were dead." Clary gasped silently. No wonder he looked so distraught.

"Can I stay in here tonight? Please?"

In response, she grabbed his hand and pulled him under the covers with her.

9. Teenage Dream by The Rescues

"I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece… I'm complete…"

She was beautiful to him, even without all the products Isabelle insisted on using on her. She looked the best when she was just with him, her hair down and flowing, sparkling every shade of red imaginable—copper, fire, fire-engine. His Clary was the most amazing person he'd ever met, a girl who'd not grown up the way he had, but with more strength that most who had.

It felt like a dream, the time they spent together. She made him laugh in a way nobody but his closest family could. She made him want to be a good person, to be worthy of her. She made his heart race, and when she would practice throwing knives or spinning seraph blades or cracking Isabelle's whip he would almost have a heart attack.

He lived for their stolen moments, like the time they'd followed a demon into a mattress store and, after dispatching it, had a massive pillow fight and jumped around like kids.

She made him smile.

There was no going back for him. She had his heart.

10. I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho) by Pitbull

"I know you want me… You know I want cha…"

Clary bit her lower lip hard enough to leave impressions as she watched, hidden behind the training dummies, as Jace sparred with the training bag, sweat running in rivulets down his bare chest. The black Marks on his chest and back stood out starkly against his tan skin, even as it darkened from heat. His chest heaved for breath as he punched and kicked, throwing everything he had against that poor punching bag.

He was amazing to watch, his fists flying, making the bag shudder on its chain with every connection. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead, but it only made him look better in Clary's eyes.

Then, to Clary's consternation, Jace turned around, made eye contact with her green eyes as they peeked around the equipment, and winked.

Blushing red enough to match her hair, Clary stepped out from her hiding place, well aware of her flushed look to her skin and the bite marks in her lower lip.

"Hey, Jace. I was just, ah…" She floundered, looking for an excuse to explain away her voyeurism.

"You don't have to explain, Clary. I know you want me." He gave her a smug grin, and she flushed even more.

"Don't worry, I want you too." The gold in his eyes smoldered, darkening to ocher as he stepped forward and kissed her frozen lips before heading to the showers, leaving Clary heated and confused in his wake.

Hee, another ten down. I got a much better selection last round. Booty Call and I Know You Want Me gave me both the hardest time. Took me a moment or two to come up with the ideas for those. Silly iPod, making everything difficult.

So is anyone else doing this? I tag you, if you're reading this! Write one, and then tell me you did so I can read it!