Hey guys, this is a story I've wanted to do for a bit now. It's set after City of Lost Souls. Sebastian has kidnapped Clary and wants to prove to her he's not such a bad guy. Is he being genuine, or just working an angle? Clary can only hope she can figure that out. This isn't particularity going to be a Clebastian story, no more than it is canon. Him pining after her, and her having no interest. Eventually, there will be some sibling feels, but that's it.

Sebastian had to think carefully about his next move. The Sacred Site didn't work as well as he wanted it to, causing him to flee. He lost a lot of dark Nephilim as well; there was only a handful left. Sebastian knew he could make more, but he was getting ahead of himself. First he had to take care of what he really wanted first- Clarissa. His sister. They'd actually had a decent time while she was with him and Jace in the Townhouse, even saving each other a few times. He just had to remind her that he wasn't the evil bastard the Clave made him out to be. And he knew exactly how to do that.

Sebastian scoped out the places she went, seeing where the best place would be. It seemed like it'd be easiest to get her at home. Luke and Jocelyn stayed with each other, and Clary had her own room. He just had to grab her, twist his ring, and they'd be out. He picked his day carefully, making sure the other were asleep, before going into her room. He found her asleep and couldn't help but smile. He truly did love his sister, and she looked so peaceful. He knew that as soon as he woke her, she definitely wouldn't look peaceful. He put his hand over her mouth, grabbed her hand, and did his best to twist his ring with the hand holding hers. It was a little difficult, but he managed after a few moments, porting them to where he was staying. He caught her, but kept his hand over her mouth. "I'm going to take my hand away, but you can't scream. Just hear me out first," He said, not that it would matter if she screamed. She could scream her head off and no one would hear her. He slowly took his hand away as promised, waiting to see her reaction.

"Sebastian!? What in the Name of the Angel do you think you're doing? Take me home, NOW," she yelled at him, pushing him away from her.

He had to admit, he found it cute that she'd picked up on Shadowhunter sayings when he knew she'd only been in the Shadow world for a very short amount of time. He pushed the thought off, taking a step back and held up his hands to show he meant peace. He tried to make her be obedient last time with violence and it didn't work well. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk," he told her.

"Taking someone from their bed in the middle of the night and kidnapping them is not the proper way to start a conversation, Sebastian," Clary huffed angrily.

"Well coming up to your front door and saying 'Hey, little sis, can we chat' wasn't a much better option. There wasn't really a 'good' way to go about it, so I picked the one that was least threatening," he answered, backing up to give her space. He had a place that was virtually in the middle of no where, so she wouldn't be able to go anywhere, especially since he'd made sure he'd brought her without a stele.

"Least threatening for you, anyway," Clary spat back, glaring at him. Clearly she knew she wasn't in the position to go anywhere, so she remained against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. She was in short pj shorts, and a tank top, mussed hair from sleep.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, going into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water. "I'm not going to hurt you, Clarissa. The only time I tried to hurt you was because you hit me first," he said, pushing one of the glasses to the other side of the breakfast bar, motioning it to her. "Come, sit. Let's chat," he told her.

Clary hesitated, looking at him and tried to figure out what to do. Clearly she wouldn't be going anywhere until she at least figured out what her brother wanted. She decided to play along and went over, sitting down, but didn't touch the water he offered her. "Fine, what do you want?" she asked, her green eyes still filled with fire.

"I want you to stay with me, for a week," he stated, taking a sip of his drink, holding up a hand when he saw her get ready to turn him down on the spot. "Hear me out. The Clave has taught you to paint me out as a monster. Your mother certainly didn't help with that. But you also spent weeks with me, and you saw how I am. Can you truly call that a monster?" he asked her.

"You tried to rape me last time I was alone with you!" she shouted at him, but Sebastian remained unfazed. "You killed a little boy, you made Jace murder a woman who was trying to help you, and you've forced your stupid cup on people, so now their families will have to be the ones to kill them. So yes, I can truly call you a monster," she responded, ice in her voice.

"Okay, I hardly tried to rape you. If I wanted to, I could have done a much better job. I've learned that violence isn't the way to get to you," he said. "I've tried to explain that Max was an accident, and I told you why Jace killed Magdalena. Besides, the Clave would have killed her anyway once they found out she was helping me. Jace was supposed to be humane about it, but things went wrong," he explained.

"You let demons into Alicante," she hissed, glaring over the breakfast table at him. How did he seem so at ease? "You killed Aline's cousin and impersonated him."

"Okay, if you ever met the real Sebastian Verlac, you would thank me for that. He was incredibly annoying and I was doing the world a favor.." he said, almost jokingly. It probably wasn't such a good idea to joke about killing while trying to win his sisters favor.. "Both were under the instruction of our father. Things have changed since I was brought back and dear old dad dying," he stated.

"You still killed someone! And now you're joking about it, like it's something you find funny. So we're back to my answer being yes, I can call you a monster," she said, getting up. She might have been pulled from her bed, but now she was restless and her adrenaline was running high.

"It's hard to get away from what you were raised, little sister. You were raised as a mundane, you can't tell me it hasn't been hard to make the adjustment to Shadowhunter." he said, quirking a brow at her.

"I've been adjusting pretty well, because I've had Jace, my friends, and family to help me," she stated. He could clearly see the thought of her friends softened her hard exterior. Even if it was just by a fraction.

"Something I never had. Jocelyn wrote me off before I could even crawl. She left me with Valentine, for him to teach me his ways. He told me no one would love a monster like me, and taught me how to be that monster," he spat back. It was the first time he'd shown that he was anything less than calm. He still wasn't fuming like she was, by any means, but he certainly wasn't amused.

"Up until a year ago, she thought you and Valentine were dead! You know he faked both your deaths. She took out the box with your initials, and various baby things, crying over them every year," Clary reminded him, though she'd told him while she was staying with him.

"She cried over the loss of a boy she never had. She cried over her green-eyed Jonathan who was never born. She wept over the fact her child was born a monster that she could never bring herself to love," he stated. His voice had gone back to being calm, but it was the tone that proved how much he truly hated their mother. Jocelyn could say Sebastian didn't understand many emotions, but he very clearly understood hate.

"She tried to love you, but she saw the demon eyes and knew what you'd be," Clary said, stopping in front of Sebastian.

"She couldn't have known. If she wouldn't have betrayed Valentine, and stayed with us, she could have shown me love, and changed my outcome. She gave up without even trying," he said, glaring over the table at his little sister. "You're only a year younger than it. It wasn't too late for you to change how you were raised. Is it possible it's not too late for me as well? I asked you when we were in Paris if you thought there was forgiveness for someone like me," he said, his expression softening a bit. "Don't give up on me like our mother did. Give me the week to show you that things can be different." It was very rare he actually referred to Jocelyn as his mother. It was normally "Your mother" or "Jocelyn."

"You. Tried. To. Rape. Me." She said, as if she was spelling it out for him.

"And I told you, if I really intended to get in your little panties, I would have succeeded. I'm bigger and stronger than you. I wanted you to want it," he said, turning to pour himself another glass, except this time instead of going for water, he went for wine.

"You're my brother. I could never feel for you as more than that, and right now, I don't even particularly like you as my brother," she stated, coldly.

Really, that should have felt like a slap to Sebastian, but he brushed it off. It wasn't anything it didn't already know. "Give me the week, Clary. If you want to go home and hate me after the week is up, then I'll take you home, no questions, no arguments," he said.

"And if I say no?" she asked, quirking a thin brow at him.

"Then you will remain here until you become amendable, and decide to accept my offer. The week will be much easier and pleasant for you if you just agree now," he said, sipping his drink.

She let out a sigh. Obviously threatening to hold her against her will wasn't exactly the best way to start the week, but he was right, it'd be easier and faster if she just agreed now. If he actually stood by his word to take her back in a week. "You have a week. Can I at least tell the others I'm safe, so I don't have them worried?" She asked, sounding exhausted. He had pulled her out of bed after all.

"I'll get word to the Institute that you're safe. Just as you learn to trust me, I'll have to do the same, and I'm not confident that you won't find a way to get a secret message to them," he stated. Really, the smallest thing could be used as a code for them. Shadowhunters were smart and resourceful.

She sighed again. "Fine," she stated, clearly unhappy.

"You should get some rest. And by the way, the water isn't poisoned," he said, motioning to her untouched glass.

"Somehow, I don't believe you're the type to use a poison. It's too.. Merciful. Too humane," she stated, taking a sip to humor him. "Where will I sleep? You and I agree on something for once in our lives, and I do need sleep, since someone woke me in the middle of the night," she glared over at him.

Sebastian couldn't help the grin on his face. While she wasn't meaning to be playful, it came across as such. He finished his glass, setting it in the sink, before motioning for her to follow. The house seemed similar to the town-home they'd stayed in before. Metal and glass, but with the cushy feel of being modernized. But instead of her room being downstairs, he guided her up the stairs, but these were metal instead of glass. Hard and cold under her bare feet. She wondered if he'd gotten her cloths, the way Valentine had gotten Jocelyn cloths in hope to return. It was something she'd worry about at a later date. He opened a door to a large room, and the room reminded her of the ones at the Institute. Clean, bare, just the essentials. And of course, no window. Clearly, while they both knew it was unlikely that Clary could go anywhere, Sebastian was taking precautions. "I don't trust you with a stele yet, but the door does lock. I won't come in unless invited, like your vampire friends. I'll see you in the morning," he said.

She nodded a bit, going into the room and closed it behind her, going to try and get at least a few more hours of sleep. Sebastian went down to his room on the first floor, and tried to find sleep as well, pleased that his plan was working.

That's the end of chapter 1. Reviews are friends, suggestions are awesome.