They Say It Heals With Time? A Mortal Instruments Fan fiction: Clace

Friday Is Training Day Part 3

Jace POV

When I walked into the training room, Alec looked up and smiled sympatheticly at me. I just smirked over at him and made my way to the table where I left some of my throwing knives yesterday. I don't need or want his sympathy, I'm not some weak child. I pretended not to notice but my full attention was on the red haired girl who just walked through the changing room door, followed by a brunette who I assume was her parabatai. She was even more beautiful than I remember, her hair had been dyed red and now reached the small of her back. She had tattoos! My Clary had tattoos and they looked awesome. The black ink was shown off perfectly with the shorts and black tshirt. Her beautiful bottom lip, which she was biting, had a delicate, silver lip ring. Her pale white neck was extenuated by a silver chained choker style necklace, that had a sapphire stone set in the middle. Her back was now facing me as she spoke to the girl named Jesy, next to her. Clary's bell chime laughter echoed around the spacious room, my heart contracted in my chest. She is just so perfect. It seems everyone else in the room was also looking at the lauging figures in the corner of the room. As if the two girls could feel all eyes in the room on them, they turned round and glance around the room quizzically.Clary raked her eyes around the room and looked at everyone in turn as if to ask "uhhmm, are we gonna start doing something or?...". Which I found really amusing in itself but I was still glad when Isabelle chimed in

"Let's get started!" breaking the inevitable awkwardness. Thank goodness everyone started to look alive and got to their feet.

"What are we going to do?" Clary asked, as she retied one of her shoe laces.

"Let's do some sparring? we can choose our partners then swap around after" Alec offered and Clary just nodded and straightened up from her crouch, and glancing around the sea of faces and stopping to smile at me. The smile made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Oh damn I am seriously getting weirder and weirder by the minute I think exasperatedly. I'll be glad when we actually get to training and can take my mind off Clary.

We seemed to have moved in to partners, me with Alec. Isabelle with Jesy and Bethan with Clary. Ashton wasn't even here, shows how much he actually cares. I really hate that guy.I'm glad he isn't here though, he would have probably paired up with Clary. I should stop worrying, Clary isn't my responsibility anymore the voice in my head chided. 

We had all broke off into our twos and started to spar when Alec said in my ear "stop staring, it gets creepy" causing me to drop the practice sword I was using. I swooped down to pick it up and shot a glare at him.

"You have no idea what your talking about" I said in what I hoped was an impassive tone.

"Oh, you'll find I do Herondale" Alec said with a tone of superiority in his voice. I just sighed and shook my head, is everyone against me in this? And I still have to worry about Clary sparring with Bethan. It's not like she could beat Clary anyway, it's just the fact she seemed so dead set in doing so earlier disturbs me.

Clary POV

Jace. Jace. Jace. Jace. Jace.

He looks more perfect than ever! And to top it off that Bethan girl was staring at him like he was some window display. At least I get to let out some of my frustrations when we spar. The blonde b*tch seems to oddly think she has a chance against me, which has never actually happened before. Usually my opponents seem less than thrilled to fight with me but you know what they say, variety is the spice of life and that...

I stopped pondering on random thought and looked into the girls face. She was nattering on about tattoos and if they were pain full or not. Which I answered no, c'mon though, she's a shadowhunter that is scared of getting a tattoo.

After the pleasantries were over, we began circling each other and sizing each other up. Stupidly she made the first move, making her more vulnerable. We tousled for a bit trying to get the upper hand, her arms wrapping around my throat. My back was to her chest as she tightened her grip around my neck and tried to take my legs from under me but I knew I was only biding my time until I actually started to fight back. I reached back and slid my arms around her throat and twisted. Pulling her shoulders forward, she was thrown over my shoulder onto the mat. She actually made the right choice in letting herself get flipped, I thought. If she resisted she could have seriously damaged her spine and neck. A snarl came from the other girls lips and she jumped up and got ready to pounce on me. I could feel a determined yet exhilarated smirk appear on my face as I got ready to win. Expecting some feeble slapping slash rolling I was actually a little surprised when she threw a punch that landed right in the middle of my stomach. I had to admit the girl had guts but not a good technique... I let out a little growl as I pulled my right fist back and smashed it into my opponents nose. Causing her to squeak, half in pain and half in anger. I'm not ashamed to say that I felt a great satisfaction when I felt the stickiness of blonde b*tches blood on my closed fist. I couldn't' help let out a light hearted laugh, consequently enraging blondy even more. I heard the snarl before I actually felt the impact of the both of us hitting the ground. I bet she thinks she's going to come out on top, but newsflash I don't do being second. Not for anyone.

I was under her on the mat as she tried to choke me, her bleeding nose dripping onto both of our shirts. I don't know when real anger started to get into it but now I think we were seriously fighting. I felt like I was fighting to win something, but maybe that's just my pride talking. Truth be told she isn't very good at strangling either as I still have this whole inner monologue going on haha. I soon had enough of not having the upper hand so I decided it was time to finish this. Using all my weight I flung her off me and jumped towards Bethan ready to mark her. The blonde girl reached out and grabbed the necklace from my throat and slung it across the room. My vision turned red as I couldn't stop the savage snarl that was emitted from me. I automatically lunged forward and trapped her neck between my hands and gave a threatening squeeze. Causing the girl to let out a choking sob. I should have kept more control than this but I never ceased to loosen my grip and ran my nail over her jugular vein.

"Do you want to carry this on or are you leaving this room wiser on who not to upset" I growled.

"J-Just let go" Bethan whimpered, becoming even more limper in my grasp. I sighed at myself and let her drop down on the mat. I turned to the other side of the room to pick up my necklace, it was only then I realized that everyone, and I mean everyone was staring. They had seen the whole thing!... crapballs. I scooped up the necklace and held it tight, the chain indenting a pattern on my palm. Way to dig your own grave here Clarissa, I muttered as I leaned up against the nearest wall.

Everyone is sure to hate me now.

Hey guys!

As you might have guessed I am going to be updating again now. Thanks for all the interest so far and the comments I have had recently have been lovely so thanks for that also.

I would love for more of you guys to comment and give your own opinions/input.

This was my first ever fight scene so hopefully it was good enough. Sorry Clary and Jace didn't speak yet, but I can promise some more Clace in the next update.

What do you think will happen? Will Jace be appalled by Clary's actions?

Will Clary leave the institute and Jace again because of one horrible girl? and what is so special about Clary's necklace? Who could have given it to her to make her that protective over it?

Thank you for all the reads guys and hopefully you will keep reading. BTW unedited! I came up with this a few hours ago haha

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Rebecca 

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