Date Night

A Not So Major Failure Date

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(Clary's POV)

Clary had watched with a sickening horror as the demon practically tackled Jace and both had fallen into the pond water, still fighting.

She tried to get up but her ankle felt painful. Twisted, maybe.

Taking a deep breath, Clary dragged herself to the edge of the pond, prepared to jump in if necessary.

A line of water sprites had gathered on the edge, half looking at Clary warily while the other half staring into the water.

The water was way too muddy to see properly. She only relied on the ripples of the water that appeared non stop, telling her that Jace was fighting. Alive.

Her hopes were dashed to smithereens when she saw dark liquid mixing with the pond's murkier water. Blood.

Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.

Please not let it be Jace's, Clary thought in horror.

The ripples had stopped, the water returning still, stagnant and calm again.

"No! Jace?!" Clary screamed, about to jump in.

The water sprites hissed and screeched angrily at her, not allowing her to enter.

"Get out of the way before I step on you!" Clary growled.

Great, Clary thought. Now I sound just like Jace. Threatening poor fae.

One of the sprites rolled its eyes and pointed one pastel blue finger to the murky water.

A second later, the ripples returned and a hand - human, thank the Angel - broke through the surface and grabbed onto the edge.

Half a second later, Jace's wet head popped out. He gasped for air as he hauled himself up, water running in rivulets down his face and clothes.

"Jace!" Clary breathed in relief and helped him out.

His hand was freezing cold and wet but she didn't mind.

He was alive. He was with her. He was alive. Not the demon....right?

Clary pushed that thought away from her mind and threw her arms around Jace, hugging him tightly.

"Do that again and I'll make Magnus put glitter in your hair and sparkles on your clothes." she gasped, hugging him tighter. She felt water seep to the front of her dress but she didn't mind. All that mattered was that it was Jace

He returned the hug, a vibration of a laugh running through him and into Clary, warm and familiar.

She could feel Jace's heart pounding against her and she smiled.

Nobody's heart beat like Jace's and no one's ever could.

"Oh, no." he said, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

Clary laughed and looked back at him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

Her eyes caught sight of the red blossom blooming on the side of his shirt which was in shreds.