So this is a new story pairing Clary and Raphael. SO I hope you like this chapter.

Clary POV

It had been a few days since Valentine died, the battle was over, and everything was back to normal. Everybody who traveled to Idris went back home. Clary was training to be a Shadowhunter with the Lightwoods. She was happy because she usually got to train with her boyfriend, Jace. It had been a few days since she started to train with Jace. Which was half the time only because one half was training and the other half was just making out. But today was different. Jace and Alec were training this time and Jace didn't have time to bring Clary home like always.

"I'm sorry Clary, next time I'll walk you home," he had said to her. She was sad but it was just this once he wasn't taking her home.

Now, she was walking in the streets, by herself, at night. Her shoes slapped against the concrete as she made her way home. She wished Jace was with her but he had to train. Sometimes she thought training was more important to him as she were. She had asked him that once but he said, "Nothing can compare to you. You're the only important thing to me." She had let go of that thought ever since then. She sighed. She past an alley way but when she did, two strong arms grabbed her and pulled her in. She gave a cry. She wasn't that trained yet so how could she defend herself? Then she felt a pain on her jaw. The person had punched her. She touched where the person hit her. She looked up and saw eyes staring into hers.

"This is for Valentine," the voice was male and familiar. Then another punched was to her stomach. She gave a gasp and the hits and abuses kept coming to her. Then a flash of light hit his hair. It was a fair silver blonde color. She looked in horror and she knew who the person was.

"J- Jo- Jonathan," she was able to say.

"You remember me then, little sister?" he asked in a murderous voice.

"But, Jace killed you," she said.

"I have my sources of life," he said and kicked her in the ribs. There were bruises and blood on her. Maybe even cuts. She lay on the ground breathing hard. Then she was turned over by Jonathan and he had a dagger. He moved his arm back ready to kill her. She closed her eyes, ready for death to await her. But none of that happened because someone rammed into him. She could hear the grunts from Jonathan. Then footsteps running away. She could feel her rescuer pick her up but before she could see their face, she blacked out.

When Clary woke up, she wasn't in her bed but someone else's bed. She tried to get up but there was a sharp pain in her stomach, which made her collapse back on the bed. She felt dizzy. Then she remembered what happened to her. Sebastian was back and alive, he beat her and tried to kill her but someone saved her. She thought Jace first but when she heard a door open, her thought was wrong. The person who saved her was not Jace, but Raphael. She was confused. Why would he save her? He leaned over her and put a hand on her forehead.

"You are burning up, precious," he said in a low voice. I looked at him.

"Why did you save me from Sebastian?" she asked him, her voice was barely a croak.

"I was going to find some blood when I saw him with you and it wasn't a pretty sight," he said, his hand sliding down her forehead, to cupping her cheek. She could feel her cheeks burning. He gave her a grin and she could feel her cheeks getting hotter. What the hell does he think he's doing? She asked herself. Then he moved away from her. Leaving a trail of fingertips brushing her jaw on the way.

"Where am I?" she asked him.

"Well, you are at the Dumort, precious," he said.

"Why the hell am I here and why do you keep calling me precious?" she asked, ranting on with questions.

"You are at the Dumort because the alley was closer to the Dumort and I only call you precious because you are one of a kind," he said with a winning grin. She felt herself blush again. She tried to get up again and was able to this time. She leaned her back against the head board and sighed.

"Where's my stele," she asked, remembering that she really needed to use an iratze.

"Here," he said, handing the thin, cylinder shape stick to her. She took it and painfully tried to get off the bed.

"What are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself again, precious," he said. She rolled her eyes.

"I need to see where to put the healing rune, you know," she said to him. She got up but her knees started to buckle. She was going to fall but two strong honey colored arms encircled her waist and helped her up. She looked at Raphael.

"I didn't need your help," she spat at him.

"If I wasn't to help you, you would've fallen," he said innocently. She rolled her eyes at him and felt him help her to the bathroom that was attached to the room. It must be his bedroom. She thought. He turned the lights on and in the mirror, she saw how bad her injuries were. She had cuts and bruises along her face. Bruises and red marks trailed along her pale arms, she saw that there was a gash on the side of her face, and she was flushed. She did feel sick though. She lifted her hand to her face. She didn't look like herself at all. To her, she looked like a whole different person. She gave a shuddered breath.

"You still look beautiful, precious. Even with you looking like this," Raphael said. She had forgotten that he was there, supporting her balace and stance. She ignored him and started to draw the healing runes on herself. When she was finished, Raphael still had his arms around her.

"Get off of me," she warned him.

"Or what?" he asked, his face muzzled between her shoulder and neck. What was she supposed to do? The only training she had was to block and her memory of Demons and what not.

"That's what I thought," he said and gave a tiny kiss on her neck, near her pulse.

"What do you think you are doing?" her voice rising. She felt him grin. She tried to break free but he was strong. Too strong for her. He could feel herself getting utterly tired. Was she getting sick? She gave a groan.

"You are still burning up, precious," he said.

"And what are you going to do about it? The healing rune isn't much help with it now," she said to him, her voice a whisper. What was happening to her? She had been sick before but not like this.

"We have medicine in the Dumort, you know," he said. She could feel her eyes drooping. She was drifting off.

"I want to go back home," she said. Her mother and Luke must be worried about her.

"I can't do that," he said.

"And why not?"

"The sun is up." She was out for that long? Her mother must be on a rampage right now, trying to find her.

"Then take me back when the sun goes down," the only answer available now. She was too weak right now than she was as a Mundane.

"Whatever you say, precious," he said and led her back to the bedroom. He lay her gently on the bed and put the covers over her.

"Why are you doing this for me? I barely even know you," she said.

"It's like I said, precious. You are one of a kind," he said and she drifted off to sleep.

So, how did you like it? So, Sebastian's back and Raphael and Clary are having a connection. What would happen next? How would Jace react to Raphael saving Clary? What's happening to Clary? Why am I asking you these questions when I already know the answer to them? Well review please. This is my new pairing and stuff. So, yeah I hope you enjoy it.