Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Mortal instruments Series. That privilege goes to Ms. Clare. However I am borrowing her characters for my bit of fun and games.

For those of you who have read this chapter already. I edited it so I hope it flows a little better. And I tried to correct some mistakes Ive found. I hope you enjoy. Please review at the end.

Boots etched with runes of silence strode with purpose through the quiet halls of the New York Institute. Just having left the Matrons quarters after marking them with a locking rune, she straight armed one side to the great double doors of the library. Not wasting anytime as she climbed the wrought Iron spiral staircase to the second floor. She didn't have much time. The others would be back from patrol soon and she wanted to be gone by then.
If she had had her way she would never have come back, but as it was things were not as they seemed. She had been lying. Faking. deceiving everyone. And it had been easy, too easy and now she had a vital piece of information that would surely be of interest.
From the moment that putrid substance crossed her lips she had felt it creep over her like the sweet caress of a burning whip. The power it granted her like a sigh of breath that awoke her senses and filed her with strength and a new purpose.

Little over a week was all she could take. Though she would have left earlier if she had only known how to find him. The way had come to her only hours befor while she lay in her bed at Luke's. And it hung innocently at her neck. On a chain given to her by a boy who said he loved her.

How dare he? When she thought about it her eyes narrowed. To presume that he had the right to claim a ring and then decide it was his right to give her something that by blood was hers anyway. The self-righteous arrogant prick. Suddenly thankful she hadn't sullied herself by giving him her body.
The others had been easy to avoid for the most part, but to play her part she had had to pretend to want to be in his arms, when in truth the mere thought made her sick. What a waste. He was powerful she would give him that, and quite possibly the only thing that could stop her brother.

It was in those moments after she had changed that she had thought of that. As Jace had chased her. She had ment to turn back, to return to the safety at her brother's side. But when she saw Simon with the sword she had been overcome with a need. A need to solidify her brothers victory with an act that was surely to raise his Ire, but she didn't care. In the long run he would understand. And then it would be just eh two of them like it was ment to be. Valentine's true children together bringing on a new era. And she would be proud in her place next to her brother as his dreams were realized.

Stabbing Jace had been a momentary victory until she realized that she was surrounded by the others. Quickly closing in and trapping her. Then it was even worse when she had realized that she had not killed Jace at all. Further disappointment instilled within her a few days ago when she found out that he was now a veritable weapon of the very Heavens literally personified. All because of her. And she had to tell her brother. Had to warn him, and join him.

It was a strange feeling remembering how she had felt with Jace. She knew she had loved him once, but for the life of her she couldn't remember why. She remembered the soul wrenching heart binding insatiable need. She remembered the very profound sense of belonging to him. But that feeling was gone now. Now the only thing left were the remembered ghost like touched of another boy and the soft whispers of a kiss that now haunted her.

"We are the same Clary, you and I. The same blood that flows through my veins flows through yours. We are different from the rest. Better, stronger, and together we will bring about a new world. A free world. Where we don't have to hide in the sadows. Living by the rules of an Angel that doesn't care about us. That is indiffernt to our needs. Together Clary. You and me...together."

The soft caress of his voice in the memory as he had held her. Trying to convince her to his cause. If only she had been woke to this new clarity then. She would be with him, instead of sneaking in the library.

Having decided upon what she was going to take with her she forewent the unlocking runes and simply broke the glass cases and stuffed the books and items into her back pack. Half way down the steps she heard the pounding sound of feet that were running her direction. Narrowing her eyes on the double doors she quickly grabbed the ring around her neck and jerked the chain. It fell away as she placed the ring on her middle finger and twisted the stone hoping that she was right about what would happen. Then pulled a dagger from her weapons belt while she jumped over the railing and waited.
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He had been sstanding in the study of his new hiding place. A Manor of one of the new fallen Dark shadowhunters. It had been heavily warded and he was sure that he wouldn't be found out for at least a few more weeks. Especially while the Clave sorted though the daunting task of syphoning information from the captives and other witnesses. He had to move soon he knew. But for tonight he was safe. His spies would let him know if he had to move.
His thoughts were interupted by a gentle pulse on his finger. His eyes narrowed as he looked down to his spread hand. Tilting his head he lifted his other hand and twisted the ring. Not enough to open a portal but just enough to see who was trying to contact him.

The scene that unveiled was a shock to say the least.

"Where's Jace?"

He heard the clear melodic voice of his sister. She was in front of him facing away. But he knew that hiar anywhere. It was pulled back sharply in a tight pony tail and she was wearing the dark leather of shadowhunter gear. Her weapons belt supplied nicely with an array of various weaponry. Though no Seraph blades which caused him to raise a quizzical brow.

"He went to Taki's should be here any..CLARY LOOK OUT!"

His gaze traveled quickly to Isabelle who had yelled and pointed while quickly unrolling her whip. Her brother Alec pulling out a dagger and lowering himself into a defensive pose. What the hell was going on?

"Jonathan.."

Her voice was like a sigh and when he turned his gaze back to her she was smiling her face awash in what he could only decipher as relief.
Surprise flashed in his dark orbs as he watched her spring into action. Deftly placing herself in front of him protectively while pulling out daggers, one in each hand.

"Clary?"

Alec was staring hard at her. Both Lightwoods holding weapons their eyes darting between him and his sister in confusion.

"Jonathan, brother help me...please?"

It took him a moment to realize that she had acknowledged their kinship and he quickly opened the portal fully. Unsure what to make of the situation but too curious not to see how things played out. Not like he couldn't get a way if he wanted to sister or no.
As sson as he took a step to stand next to his sister a flash of gold whipped out. Now this wasn't exactly a surprise, Isabelle was not a woman to be trifled with and with that whip she was lethal. No what surprised him, and by the looks of it the other two siblings was the dagger in the hand of the girl who intercepted the girls attack. His head tilted as he watched with an impressed eye as she jerked the dagger back yanking the whip from Isabelles stunned grasp.

"Don't you dare hurt my brother."

She was fast. Much faster than before, and strong. How did she do that. where was the weakling he had fought in the dimensional house and at the ceremony...The ceremony...
With a sudden moment of clarity he smiled wickedly. What a lucky development.

"Well hello Little sister."

He drawled lazily.

"How might I ask did you find out how to reach me?

" He asked ignoring the others. She grinned and in answer she flipped him off. The Morganstern ring flimmering in the soft moonlight.

"Cute."

He smirked.

"Lets get out of here Jonathan."\

She turned towards him.

"Clary are you insane?"

Isabelle yelled as a flash of silver caught his eye. In a swift movement he pulled a dagger from his belt and deflected the other dagger flying at his face only to see another flash come from his perifpheral and heard the soft grunt as Alec fell to the floor. Isabelle screaming and rushing to her brother as Clary dropping her arm turned back towards him and molded herself around his waist and pulled him back towards the portal.

He looked down at her only barely registering the sound of a door banging open as a wicked grin graced his sisters beautiful face lighting it up in a way he had never sen befor. Twisting the ring to close the portal he looked up as it shut just in time to see, much to his satisfaction the devestation that crossed a pair of golden eyes.