Hiiiii everyone! So I decided to start yet another fanfiction. This one is post COHF and includes all the canon goodness cassie has provided for us, and all it's ships. It's an AU and has no tie in to Afterwards. They're completly seperate plotlines but both dealing with the same characters. This one is just a little more heart-wrenching in my opinion. Ready? Let's go! P.S, I don't own the characters, or even the computer I'm typing on! Just my imagination. Also, I haven't given up on Afterwards or Blackstairs. I just had the inspiration and pre-wrote this while Fanfic was down. First real chapter once someone reviews!

Prologue

Wrapping her green peacoat a little tighter around her small frame, Clary Fray hurried down the slush covered sidewalks, fear in her heart. It had been over a year since the Dark War, and things were very different. Everyone she knew had been hardened by the events, including the one person she thought she could love forever.

Clary slammed her hand down on the buzzer, bouncing up and down on her toes. White flakes were starting to melt into her scarlet hair and chapped, pale lips.

Please be home. She thought to herself, praying to the Angel for strength to go through with this. The outer door clicked, allowing Clary entry into the foyer.

The apartment she had been seeking was cracked open, and she pushed her way inside.

Magnus Bane's apartment never looked the same way twice, and today it was styled with Victorian era touches. He must have been nostalgic. The warlock was lounging easily on a loveseat, opposite a tall woman. Clary held her breath. She hadn't expected anyone else to be inside. Alec was with Jace, attempting to calm him down, a futile effort. "Magnus." Clary breathed, voice full of panic. His gold cat eyes shone with concern. The woman turned around, inquisitive grey eyes landing on Clary's own green ones. "Tessa Gray?" Clary asked with disbelief. She was supposed to be traveling with her now husband, James Carstairs. She had attended the wedding a few months ago. "Clarissa Fairchild. What a lovely surprise." She beamed at Clary before turning to Magnus. "This reminds me of about two decades ago, when Jocelyn came to us with the same level of franticness." Tessa frowned, finally noticing something was wrong. "Clary, darling. What is it?" Magnus asked protectively.

"I- I need to get out of the city. No one can know where I'm going. Can you help me?" The words tumbled out of her mouth, tears following suit.

The two warlocks exchanged glances, silently conversing on the issue.

"Could you tell us what's wrong?" Asked Tessa, grey eyes full of concern.

Clary paced back and forth along the rug of the apartment, boots tracking dirty snow on Magnus's floors. Her eyes scrunched together like she was in pain, mouth opening and then quickly shutting. Finally, she stopped and turned to face Magnus and Tessa.

"I'm pregnant, and Jace wants to kill the baby."


This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.

Despite what he wanted to believe, it was very real and very plausible.

Jace remembered back a few hours, to when Clary approached him in the greenhouse.

Running a hand through his golden curls, Jace Herondale's eyes were trained on the small box he was turning in his hands. He was eighteen now, a legal adult Shadowhunter. As a birthday present, Robert Lightwood and the Clave came to a unanimous decision that Jace would take over the duties of running the New York Institute, as his ancestors had done with the London counterpart. It had been a month since he received the news from Mayrse. She would be retiring to Idris to teach at the reopened Shadowhunter Academy. There was so much stress piling over him. How could he care for the Shadowhunters of the Institute and all of the New York Downworld when he was barely an adult? Jace had nearly pulled all his hair out when Clary approached him, uncertainty in her green eyes. He felt panic rise up in his throat. He loved Clary, but he couldn't afford to deal with any more problems right now, and from the looks of it, she had a big one. "Jace." Clary said softly, sinking down next to him, grasping his hand. He slipped the black velvet box into the pocket of his leather jacket. He could do this another time. "Clary, what's wrong?" She swallowed once, and then twice. Words seemed to escape her. She was obviously trying to break something to him softly. Biting her lip, she gave up, tears running down her face. Jace wiped her cheeks with his thumb, but more kept streaming down like several tiny rivers.

"I'm pregnant."

Looking back on it, Jace hadn't reacted well, but what did she expect? She was only seventeen, and he was only eighteen. They were too young to be dealing with something like this, especially when Jace had an entire Institute to run on his own. Isabelle wasn't much help these days. All she ever did was fuss about Simon, who had recently finished his studies at the Academy and Ascended.

Still, Clary hadn't deserved the harsh words he spat at her. When she left, violent sobs wracking her entire body, a dark feeling washed over him. She wasn't going to get the baby aborted, what she? Even before the news was broken to him, Jace knew.

Clary was gone.

I had a sort of dream about this last night, so I decided to act on it and write. I'm going to take a new approach and just write as much of this as I can ahead of time so I can periodically publish it while trying to get my act together on Afterwards and Palace of Blackstairs. It would be cool if y'all could review! ;)