Clace after all ✔️

Who, When, Why?

Clary pov.

I sat in the darkness for what felt like an eternity, memories threading through my mind at a million miles an hour, feeling like I'm being torn apart. My father's face, as cheerful and handsome as ever, brings some light to the darkness. I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks as I remember my family. The family I may never see again. The family that gave me everything, that loved me, unconditionally.

Every now and then I hear familiar voices seep through the darkness, they vary but there is a single voice that continues to be there, outside of the darkness. Deep and soulful but there was always a hidden pain that rattled me to the core. How could I not remember the voice, the voice that sent a sweet warmth through my body?

"Come back to me, Red. I need you." The voice rang in my head.

"Hello?" Silence. Emptiness consumed my soul.

"Clary, sweetie?" another voice said but it wasn't outside the darkness, it was as if the voice came from behind me.

"Dad?" I swung my head around and there he stood, his smile illuminating the darkness. I ran into his arms and he pulled me into an embrace.

"Hi," I teared up

"Hello Clare-bear, I've missed you," he stated, his brisk voice soothing me immensely. The once lonely tear was accompanied by a flood that dampened his shirt. He gently pets my head, smoothing out my hair.

"Daddy... I've missed you so much." I sobbed, sniffling slightly. He pulled away slightly looking deeply into my eyes.

"Please don't cry, my sweet girl, I did not want to leave but we must trust that it was meant to be." He frowned and wiped away the tears with his thumb. I slowly nodded looking away from him, I had lost the ability to speak. "Will you do one last thing for me?" I nodded again looking back at him. "Please wake up, get back to him." he smiled.

"Him?" I questioned before the darkness faded and so did he. the light was bright and blinding for a few short seconds, then the room dimmed and I saw someone familiar sitting in a large chair in the corner. His tawny blonde hair was messy and unkempt, his face pale and his eyes puffy with bags beneath them. He was obviously asleep, but he looked alert, unable to settle. I watched him for a long time until he sturred and his eyes fluttered open. His golden eyes were spectacular as they widened, I could remember them but I don't know where from. "Hi," i said awkwardly. "You're awake. Clary are you really awake." I eyed him suspiciously, vexed that i couldn't remember who he is or how i know him.

There was a small shuffling noise at the door, a short, skinny woman that looked like me stood there her eyes wide and her jaw hitting the floor. Mom. "Sweetie, your awake." she beamed edging closer to me.

"Hey mommy yeah i am." i said in almost a whisper. she pulled me into an embrace and a tear trickled down both our cheeks. I held her as long as i could until i felt eyes bouring into the back of my head. i realeased my mom and turned to face the familiar stranger in the corner. "Hello." i said bluntly.

"Clary?" he asked, as his lips formed my name, my heart pounded.

"Yes." I replied, my cheeks flushed and my voice tender and vulnerable. My eyes trailed down and scanned him almost obsessively, searching intensively looking through my mind trying to find him: somewhere, anywhere. His eyes widened probably noticing my clear distain on my face.

"Is something wrong?" he began, re-thinking his words, "other than being in a hospital." he frowned.

"Im so sorry, I'm not trying to be rude or anything but i can't remember who you are." with my words his face paled and his eyes avoided mine.

"Doctors!" I heard my mom yell through the door, seconds later a doctor and 2 nurses rushed into the room. All the eyes on me made me feel so alienated. My mum talked to the doctors about me as if i wasn't even there.

"Hello Miss Fray, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Dr. Hodge. I have been taking care of you for the past 3 weeks. while you were unconscious we had to do emergency surgery. We had some concerns that you could wake up with some brain damage. As far as we know the only effect is your selective amnesia, proven by your inability to remember Mr Jace Wayland, probably caused only knowing him for less than a month. We hope that your memories will come back naturally but there is a possibility they never will." suddenly i looked to jace, his eyes were looking at the floor, sorrow clearly flooding through them. Why was he so sad, as the doctor just said we only knew each other for less than a month. "We would like to do a few more test to make sure there are no other consequences. Are you okay with that?" The ruggedly handsome man in a white lab coat said, his face flawless, the only visible blemish was a large scar peaking from his collar engulfing the side of his neck. I didn't have the strength to say anything, so i nodded in response.

He smiled and settled his hand on mine and squeezed it gently in an attempt to comfort me. With that he exited leaving the two nurses to check the machines attached to me, detaching some. One was short and plump with short blue hair and big brown eyes, the other was tall and dark haired with deep blue eyes. she reminded me of Izzy. "Izzy!" i blurted. "Where's Izzy?" Surprise lit up my mothers face and Jace just stormed out. I felt my heart sink as he left, my mom sat on the edge of my bed and held my hand. The nurses must have felt uncomfortable because they looked at each other and left. "Mom, what's going on? I am so confused. Why am I here?" I sobbed into her hair. She pulled away so that she could look into my eyes, she pushed the hair that had fallen on my face and wiped away my tears with her thumb.

"Oh Honey, there was an accident and you were injured badly. You have been in a coma for 3 weeks 2 days and 7 hours." she said, her soothing tone calmed me immensely. "Izzy has been coming in every day after school and staying overnight, until she had to go to school." she smiled at the thought.

"Wow, I really need to thank her. What day is it?" I smiled.

"It's Thursday, so she'll be here in like five." she smiled as she looked at her watch realizing how soon Izzy's arrival was coming. I looked at her confused. Jace had looked the same age as me, maybe slightly older, why wasn't he in school? "Who is Jace? Why was he here?" her lips settled into a line on her face, expressing her dismay. "Jace has been here every day, only leaving to shower and change clothes. He is a catch." she smiled.

"But who is he?" i frowned feeling confused, all I wanted to know was why he made me feel the way he did. how my heart was beating like a drum, my palms sweating and my breath catching in my throat. God, how could my body know who he was but my mind was drawing a blank. "Clary!" a familiar voice shrieked.