Carry On

Chapter 5: Far From Angelic

A/N: Yay! New update! I hope you guys like this chapter! Also, thank you for 6,000 reads on my other story! :D When I first wrote it, I thought it would only get, like, 100 reads...but it has 6,000! Thank you!

And also: THE CITY OF HEAVENLY FIRE COVER OMG ITS SO PERFECT! It has clary and Sebastian on it and aghhhhh I CANT WAIT FOR IT TO COME OUT!

Ok, that's all! Read on! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or the characters. They belong to Cassandra Clare.

*Jace*

A sort of nervous energy buzzed all throughout Jace's body as he prepared to serve dinner to the prisoners. He would see Clary again. His first impression, he thought, hadn't gone so well, as she had slapped him. Though Jace thought that he somewhat deserved it, he didn't exactly regret what he said.

He couldn't wait to see her again, and time after time he kept scolding himself for feeling this way. Was it love? No, he thought, that's impossible. Jace was not capable of loving. Not from the way he was raised.

But he couldn't keep the butterflies from his stomach, nor the repetitive rolling of his hands.

He started making his way down to the dungeons at 6:00. The chef was already there with the cart, and handed it off to Jace. He took a deep breath and entered the dungeons. When he reached the first cell, he carefully lifted the plate off the cart and handed it to the first prisoner. He could not spill any food this time. He wanted to get to Clary as fast as possible.

Surprisingly, he didn't spill any food, and got to Clary in 5 minutes. But he noticed something. In the cell right before Clary's, there was another new prisoner. His face posses slightly rat-like features, and he had dark hair and brown eyes. He held Jace with a cold stare, and Jace already decided that he didn't like this guy.

When he reached Clary, he felt as if his head might explode with all the options of things to say to her. He settled with something very simple, "Hey Clare."

"Clare?" she asked. "Is that some sort of nickname?"

"I suppose so." He shrugged.

And he handed her the plate of food.

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*Clary*

The food came fairly fast today, and Clary wondered if someone had taken Jace off the job. She wouldn't be surprised.

But when the cart came down to her cell, she saw the familiar golden head making it's way down the corridor.

"Hey Clare," he said when he reached her cell.

"Clare?" she wondered out loud. No one ever really calls her that. "Is that some sort of nickname?"

"I suppose so." He shrugged to make it look casual, but Clary didn't miss the small smile on his face. She wondered if that was planned out. Then she felt a tug in her stomach. Would he really plan out what he was gonna say to her?

No, she thought, why would he ever do such a thing?

She took her food, and refused to meet his gaze with her. But he obviously didn't catch the sign, because then, he sat down in front of her cell, just as he did that morning. "So, how are you doing?" he asked casually. And that was what set Clary off.

"How am I doing?" she asked incredulously. "I'm locked in a cell, I get two meals a day, I can't take a shower, or hell, even change my clothes! I smell like a dumpster! And you're sitting pretty on a throne, showing in gold, and getting to do whatever you want. Are you really asking me how I'm doing?" Clary knew it was a lot to accuse of him from a simple question, but she couldn't take his stare anymore.