Clary

Luke was really nice. His blue eyes would keep glancing over at Clary in worry, and he would ask her how she felt about every minute. Annoying, but thoughtful.
He was in the middle of getting her another blanket when the home phone rang. He didn't seem to hear it, and Clary wasn't going to answer, thinking it would be rude. Well, she wasn't until the answering machine picked up and the woman in the phone said her name.
"Luke, they said they found Clary's body. I'm going to go down. They said they need me to...identify the body." The woman had a straight tone, but she seemed to stumble over her words. Clary picked up the phone before she continued.
"Why did you say my name?" Clary asked.
The woman on the other end of the reciever went quiet, then a muffled sound came from the other end. "Clary?"
"What-" Clary started. Luke snatched the phone from her hands and talked into the reciever.
"No, Jocelyn. That wasn't Clary. That was Mary. She just thought...yes, I know she sounds like her. No, Jocelyn this is just...Yes, Mary. She thought you said her name...no, Jocelyn, she's just another store owner. She wanted to see how the store was doing...she's back here because I was showing her...yes, Jocelyn. It's okay, you can go. I love you-" the line clicked off, and Luke sighed, slowly putting down the reciever.
Clary looked up at him in shame. "I'm sorry, I thought you said my name was Clary. So when she said-"
"Clary, Clary. Calm down. It's okay. I would have answered it, too."
Clary fisted her hand in her hair. "You called me Clary. You just said my name was Mary!" Clary could tell she was on the brink of going hysterical.
Luke's eyes widened, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her small body. "Your name is Clary, yes. That woman just couldn't know you here."
"Why?" Clary asked into his chest.
"Reasons, now, why don't you get some rest? You must be exhausted, being stuck with your brother for that long must have really taken its toll on you." Luke suggested, releasing Clary.
"I don't even remember-" Clary started.
He chuckled. "I forgot, sorry, but you still need rest." He walked over and picked up the blanket from the couch. He motioned Clary back over to the recliner where she had been resting before the phone call.
She sat down in it, her body sinking into the cushiony chair. Luke layed the blanket over her small body, and tucked her in. He smiled at her sadly before turning off the lights.
She was left in complete darkness when he shut the door connecting his house to the library.





There was a shuffling, and a shout as light spilled into the dark room. Clary couldn't open her eyes though. He body was asleep, but her mind was awake, so she heard every word spoken.
"Jace, I told you not to-" Luke's voice said.
Another familiar voice...Thomas interrupted him. "Let him go in."
"But you said-"
"Let him go in." Thomas repeated.
She heard a sigh and felt the presence of a body leaving, though another came closer. It was silent. The only way she knew someone was there was by the feel of the body heat, and the small spouts of air coming from them.
"Jace-" Thomas started.
The person - Jace - must have given him a look because Thomas soon became quiet and also left the room.
Now it was just Clary and this..Jace.
Jace.
Suddenly, Clary's eyes flashed open, and the boy blanched at the sudden movement, but he recovered quickly.
She looked up at him, and though she recognized the name, she didn't recognize him.
He must have seen her eyes because suddenly he was running out of the room; his golden hair glinting at the light coming from the library.