I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! (just saying)

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Chapter 1 – The Fall

"Why can't we just move back?!"

"Clary you know why, Luke has a great job now you should be happy for him."

"I hate this place!"

"We've only been here a month, give it time."

"I don't want to give it time, I want to go home!"

"This is our home now."

"To you, not to me!"

"Can't you just try to like it?"

"You make me leave all my friends, my home, and my life and you expect me to love the new place?! Well to bad I don't!"

"Clary Fray go to your room. Now."

"Gladly!"

Ugh! She just doesn't understand! She never will! *Clary stomps upstairs and slams the door*

"Oh my."

"That was rough."

"You think?"

"Don't worry Joci she'll get used to it, just give her time."

"What if she's right? What if moving was a mistake?"

"It wasn't trust me. We'll be much better off here than where we were."

"I know, I'm just worried about her."

"You know how she is; she just needs some time to settle. When she starts going to school again she'll make all new friends and she'll return to her usual self."

"I hope so. Thanks Luke."

"No problem, now I'm gonna go to work and you have to go to the art gallery and pick up some paperwork."

"Alright, see you tonight."

"Wouldn't miss it."

"Have a good day."

"You to."

"I hate this place and I don't care what she says, this will never be home."

She glanced around her room taking it all in just like the first time she stepped into her new room. Her mom had come to the house a month before to put in some of the furniture and to redo her room so it would be more appealing when she first saw it, help her ease into the change of locations. The walls were painted a light shade of red and the carpet was a light tan. She had a small walk in closet that was painted all white, her brown art table next to her white dresser and right across from that was a large window that she could open and crawl through to sit on a portion of the roof. The drop was pretty large, with her room being on the second floor but she didn't mind, she loved the view, it was the perfect place to sit and watch the sunset or the stars. She would often sit out there and draw to her hearts content or if she ever got worked up it was the perfect place to sit and just breathe. Plus there was also a huge oak tree right next to the ledge of the roof that she could climb onto, she loved climbing trees and this one was a perfect tree for climbing. Thick, long branches that easily supported her weight, there were also a lot of them so she could climb pretty high. That was another great place to draw and think. Okay so maybe the house wasn't so bad but she still missed her life back home.

She slid the white window open and climbed out onto the roof. She then scooted to the edge of the roof and wrapped her arms around one of the branches puling herself up into the tree. She then started climbing high into the tree, higher than she had ever climbed before. She was so deep in thought she didn't even notice the branches growing thinner and shorter. When she went to grab a branch, it snapped. She screamed as she fell onto the branches bellow her, cutting and scratching her arms that were only covered by a light green tank top, when suddenly her shoulder hit one of the branches and she heard a pop as pain started to tear through her shoulder. She caught one of the branches with her burning shoulder but the pain was too great, she let go. She was just about to fall out of the tree when her good arm caught one of the last branches. Half of her body was writhing in pain when she look down to see a two story fall from her to the ground.

"Great! Mom! Mom!"

No answer.

"Luke! Luke!"

Still no answer.

She tried to pull herself up but her one arm wasn't strong enough to pull all of her body weight. She could barley move her other arm without feeling like she was gonna pass out due to pain.

"Shit! Ow! Damn it I'm slipping!"

"Oh you don't look so good."

"What the hell!? Who said that!?"

"You know that's a two story fall, right?"

"No I never noticed!"

"I'm also pretty sure ordinary shoulders don't look like that."

"Who the hell are you!"

"Look I think the more urgent topic right now is you hanging on to a tree branch with one arm with a two story drop below you and it looks like the blood on your hands and your low upper body strength is causing your hand to slowly slip."

"Well aren't you observant!"

"Hey I'm just pointing out the facts here."

"Well no one asked for your opinion!"

"Well you do seem like you need my help."

"And that is where you re wrong. I'm perfectly able to get out of this situation on my own."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. So you can just be on your marry way."

"Do I really need to recite your little predicament again? You see my thought is if you could get yourself out of this problem, you would have done it already."

"Just go home!"

"I already am home."

"What the hell are you talking about."

"You know how your friendly oak tree reaches over to the house next to yours, ya that would be where I live."

"You're my next door neighbor?!"

"Yep. Well it's nice to meet you?"

"Ugh Clary Fray, now mister know it all will you kindly go back in your house! OW! Jesus Christ! Damn IT!"

"Look Clary you're slipping and I'm guessing that ground will not feel very good, just let me help you!"

"Go to hell!"

"Listen Clary! Your hurt and about to get even more hurt just let me help YOU!"

"Huhh fine. Just help me down."

"Your never gonna last if I run to climb the tree from my house so you're just gonna half to let go!"

"ARE YOU CRAZY!?"

"Look Clary you're just gonna have to trust me!"

"TRUST YOU I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!"

"Just trust me! CLARY!"

My heart stopped as I felt my fingers lose their grip. I screamed as I fell to the floor. I closed my eyes anticipating the crash and pain to ravel my entire body but the feeling never came. I did feel the thud though but not the harshness of the ground or the pain but a softness of a person.

"OW my shoulder!"

"See I told you, you could trust me."

"Ahh! It hurts!"

"Oh that doesn't look good. Come here."

He slowly got out from under me, carefully placing my pain ridden body on the ground. He then slowly lifted me in his arms, carrying me bridal style. I finally looked at him taking in his appearance. He had golden colored hair that was long and wavy. His body was lean but muscular and he was at least 6 feet tall. His eyes were golden with tiny brown specs; I had a strong urge to draw him for some reason. Maybe it was because his face had such strong sculpted angles or how his eyes seem to soften when they glanced at me. I hate to say it but he was gorgeous really gorgeous! He was pretty alright but that annoying wit of his clouded the softness.

"Where are you taking me."

"Just to my house, I have some medical supplies in the house."

"You know you could be a pedophile."

"We're the same age! I think."

"17."

"19 so a year doesn't really qualify me as a pedophile."

"You could be a kidnapper."

"You were just screaming your head off and I live next door. If I'm a kidnapper I'm a really bad one."

"Is this where you start tearing off pieces of your clothes to bind my wounds?"

"If you wanted me to take my clothes off you should have just asked."

"Are you always a complete ass hole?"

"Pretty much."

"Huh."

"And it's Jace by the way."

"What?"

"My name. Jace Herondale."

"Oh well I already told you my name so. I guess that puts a pause to this small talk cession."

"Well we're here so no worries."

"Nice house."

"Thanks."

"Where are your parents? Or do you normally come in carrying bleeding girls so they don't ask questions?"

"No parents."

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to..."

"No I have parents they're just away a lot, barley ever here. So I pretty much have the house to myself."

"What's with all the boxes?"

"Well like you I just moved in, haven't had time to unpack all the way, you know to busy catching girls falling from trees."

"Smart ass."

"Hey you're not to bad yourself."

"Oh please."

"Okay well I'm gonna lay you on the counter okay?"

"Alright."

He lowered me down onto the counter top that was in the middle of the kitchen area.

"I'm gonna go grab some stuff, I'll be right back."

I carefully nodded my head and watched him disappear into a hallway. I glanced around the room seeing that the kitchen was open to the living room. The walls were painted a pale blue with dark brown doors and cabinets, everything was organized I noticed. I saw him return with his hands full of gazes, wraps, ointments, an arm sling, and various other materials.

"You weren't kidding about the medical supplies thing."

"Ya my dads a doctor so we're always locked and loaded. Now let me see your shoulder."

"Ouch! Ow!"

"That's what I thought."

"What?"

"You're dying. Just kidding but you did dislocate it."

"Great!"

"Now I have to pop it back into place and don't worry I've done this before. But I'm not gonna lie it's gonna hurt, bad."

"Okay just do it."

"Alright, here put this towel in your mouth. Okay one... Two... Three!"

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

I felt the tears fall down my cheeks as the pain radiated through my body. I could see my chest rising and falling rapidly but when I glanced up his face was in front of mine. I watched through wet eyes as he gently took the towel out of my mouth and placed his hand on both sides of my face.

"Shh Clary. Slow your breathing down. That's it, breath with me."

I watched as he motioned slowly with his body in and out never letting my eyes leave his. When he took his hands off my face the warmth and security that they had brought was gone. He grabbed a tissue and whipped the tears away even though they kept coming.

"See wasn't that bad."

"You.. Pop your shoulder o..ut of place and we'll see... what you have to say."

"Oh come on your tough, a little dislocated shoulder won't do any damage."

"I'm not that tough."

"Oh give yourself a little credit. You hung on to that tree branch for a pretty long time giving the condition you were in. I say that's pretty tough to me."

"Well you're not to bad yourself I mean I did land on you."

"And I'll be there to catch you if you ever fall again. Now why don't we bandage up some of these minor wounds shall we."

"Oh ya definitely."

I watched as he cleaned each cut, applied the proper amount of ointment and bandaged each one carefully. He looked so focused at the task on hand like I wasn't even there.

"Jace?"

"Hm."

"How do you know how to do this medical stuff?"

"Well I used to have to stay at the hospital with my dad until his shift was over and I used to watch him work until I became old enough where he started to let me help. He used to teach me all kinds of things in the medical field. Like how you can tell when you've been poisoned or how to treat certain colds or rashes, you know the basic stuff."

"Its sounds like you two were really close."

"Ya were. So I think that about does it. You're gonna have to keep your arm in that sling for about 4 to 5 days or at least until the pain subsides and I wouldn't recommend climbing any trees anytime soon."

"Gotcha. Well thanks for the help."

"Anytime. I can help you home if you like?"

"That'd be great thanks."

"No problem."

We walked back silently to my house only sharing short glances when the other wasn't looking. He walked me inside and then helped me up stairs. He politely opened my bedroom door and helped me sit on the bed.

"Wow you're really good."

"Thanks."

"How long have you been drawing?"

"Since I was little I guess."

"Well you're REALLY good."

"It's not that good."

"Are you kidding me I draw okay stick figures, you draw beautiful sunsets and starry nights."

"Well that's about all I'm good at."

"I bet that's not true."

"Oh it is trust me."

"I do, trust you I mean. I um well here are some more ointments and some gazes oh and some medicine for the pain. I guess I'll just let myself out ah ya."

"Jace."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Your welcome. See you tomorrow maybe I don't know I'll just um, bye."

"Bye."

I watched his golden locks sway as he stepped through the door. See you tomorrow I thought.

I closed the door silently as I left Clary's house.

"Well that was an eventful evening."

I strolled over to my house remembering that Clary's blood was still all over my kitchen counter. I'll clean it later I told myself. I wouldn't be able to focus on anything tonight but her, Clary, with her bright curly red hair and vibrant green eyes with freckles that dotted her cheeks. She was much shorter than me and very lightweight; she had a tiny waist that matched her small frame. I could of thrown her over my shoulders with ease. Even though she's small she is pretty strong, I didn't expect her to last as long as she did holding all of her weight with just one arm but she did. She's just full of surprises that girl, she sure is something. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and laid out onto the bed.

"Sure is something"

I was about to shut my eyes when I heard a noise outside of my window. I slowly got up and walked over to the window pushing it open to see Clary crawling through her window and sitting on the roof. I crawled out my window and sat on my roof to.

"Didn't I tell you no more tree climbing?"

"Well my roof isn't a tree now is it?"

"I guess not."

"Do you come out onto your roof to?"

"Sometime, when I need to think, you know clear my head."

"Same."

"So is this where you got that inspiration for your starry night drawing."

"Yep."

"And the sunset as well?"

"Yep."

"Mind if I come over?"

"By all means."

I scooted down to the edge of my roof and jumped into the tree, making my way over to her roof. When I reached her I carefully jumped onto her roof and took a seat next to her.

"So why did you fall, out of the tree?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you seem pretty good with heights and you seem like an average tree climber so why'd ya fall?"

"More deductions."

"Yep."

"Well I climbed to high. Got to the thin branches that couldn't support my weight."

"And why did you climb that high?"

"Because I wanted to get away."

"From what?"

"What is this 21 questions?"

"No just wondering is all."

"Well my mom and I had just got into an argument so I just needed some space."

"Ah, what were you guys arguing about?"

"I was still mad that we moved."

"Why?"

"Well I had to leave all my friends, my school, my art classes, my whole life just gone."

"Why'd you move?"

"My dad Luke got this great job here. And I know I should be happy for him and I am it's just..."

"You didn't want to leave your life."

"Exactly. You seem to be the only one that gets that. My mom just thinks I'm being selfish."

"Nah you're not being selfish, you just don't won't to leave everything you had."

"Yah. See you get it. Well I should probably get some rest; I've had a long day."

"Totally oh and Clary."

"Ya."

"If you ever need to talk about anything, I'm always here to listen."

"Thanks Jace. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She slid quietly into her window and waved at me before closing it. I smiled to myself than made my way back to my room. When I was in my room I closed the window softly before retreating to my bed.

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Well that's my first chapter for my Clace Fanfic, I hope you guys like it! This story will be longish so I will try to update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading!