I just want to start out saying these characters belong to the lovely Cassandra Clare

Jace opened his eyes as a sharp pain shot through his body. He tried to push himself up but rough hands restrained him.

Alec appeared above him. "Easy that was quite a fall you took."

Jace huffed. "That was nothing I was just distracted by that Raum Demon for a split second. I would've landed on my feet had you not got in the way."

"Whatever," Alec shot back. "You know you dislocated my shoulder, again."

"I know I can feel it." Jace replied acidly. Then his tone softened. "Is Isabelle all right?"

Alec nodded. "Just some bruising and burns, nothing serious."

"What's wrong?" Jace asked noticing Alec's guarded tone.

"It's Clary, she's missing." Alec whispered.

"What do you mean?" Jace asked. "She was next to me."

"Until the Raum demon," Alec said. "Then she disappeared."

Jace's head spun, the bed felt as if it were falling out from beneath him. He put his hand tight against his stomach. His heart hurt and felt as if it were rotting inside his chest.

"Iz went back out to look for her." Alec offered. "I'm going out too, I needed to make sure you were okay before I did."

Jace pushed himself up despite the pain. "I'm going after her." He grunted.

"You can't," Alec said worriedly "you're still healing."

"I don't care Alec, help me up." Jace said darkly.

Alec did as Jace asked, pulling him to his feet. Jace groaned and doubled over. Alec held him tightly. "Jace…" he said quietly.

"It's Clary," Jace answered simply. They had been married less than a week ago and had forgone the usual honeymoon to stay at the Institute to help with the demon infestation down at the docks. They also did not want to leave while there were whispers of a new greater demon rising to power in New York.

The ceremony was simple done in Idris at Herondale Estate. In order to keep the title to the Herondale lands and properties the Clave required him to show them he intended to restore his family line. The only way to do that was to marry Clary. He could still see her in his mind's eye walking down the aisle in the beautiful golden dress Maryse had made for her. Maryse had been tutoring Clary in the ways of the Shadowhunters. She had become like a second mother to Clary.

"Jace," Alec said bringing him out of his reverie. Jace looked up and saw Alec handing him a seraph blade. He took it from him with shaky hands. Alec reached around and grasped Jace's hand, steadying it on the blade. "We'll find her." He reassured him.

"I know." Jace breathed.