I do not own The Mortal Instruments.

This idea came from the vision that Clary had in CoHF, so spoilers! Don't read if you haven't read CoHF, as well as every single other book in the series.

By the way, I do not know Johnathan's birthday, so I made it that it was sometime in January.

Enjoy!

Prologue

Clary was sitting on her bed, tears slowly streaming down her face as she held the special box that once held Johnathan Christopher Morgenstern's locks of hair, and still held it. She was trying to keep it all in, but eventually, it all came out, like a huge wave that was unable to be contained. Jace tried to make her feel better, and this was done every year, once a day, for hours and hours.

Today was Johnathan's birthday, and white snowflakes were falling from the sky as Clary looked out the window, her eyes filled with tears. If Johnathan was here, she began. perhaps he would have been able to see the snow.

She continued to cry silently as Jace tried to make her feel better by putting an arm around her and saying, "He's not dead yet, Clary. He is still remembered, and not exactly in a bad way."

She sniffed. "I think I just want to be alone now, Jace." Jace gave her a kiss- a tiny peck- and walked to the door. He opened it as he looked back at Clary, concerned, and said, "Yell when you need me."

As soon as Jace walked out, Clary was in complete silence, other than her sniffles. This was an excellent benefit of buying their own house- they were able to have a nice, peaceful time together, unless Alec, Isabelle, and Simon decided to become jerks and ring the doorbell. But that was unlikely, considering the fact that there was a blizzard happening in New York right now. She continued to cry in silence, but tried to stop it with her own thoughts.

Stop it, Clary, she thought sternly. You're twenty-five now. You're not supposed to cry over silly things.

But it wasn't silly. It was about her brother, who became a good person right before he died. It wasn't something silly; no, not at all. Johnathan may have been a horrible person for almost his entire life, but for some reason, he still had an influence on her. And that made her slightly frustrated, but completely depressed today. January 24th. His birthday.

She hated her own father- he was the one that caused Johnathan to be evil. It was all his fault. Perhaps, if her mother chose to marry someone else other than Valentine, maybe everything would be... different. Nothing would be wrong, and there wouldn't be so many losses. Jordan would still be here, and the Fair Folk would be normal, and not angry. Maureen would still be an innocent little girl, and Simon would still be a... vampire. Possibly nothing but a pile of ashes now.

But maybe that life would be better than the life she had now. Maybe that life, no matter how different it was, would be better than her life now. Maybe. The thought stayed in Clary's mind, which resulted in tears still flowing from her eyes, not looking like it would stop anytime soon.

Jace probably came in once or twice to see if Clary was okay, but left when he saw that she was crying. Clary wiped her tears, only to have them return again, but she thought, Good, at least he respects my privacy.

She continued to weep as her tears fell on the lid of the box. Eventually, after crying for hours, she curled up into a ball on her bed, and ended up crying herself to sleep, thinking about what could have happened if Johnathan was... normal.

Clary woke up after a short nap, and saw that she was in a totally different place. She was still holding the box, and her cheeks were slightly wet. She got out of the bed, which had faded blue sheets and a fluffy white pillow, unlike the white sheet and the white pillow that Clary and Jace had in their own house. But when she saw the room, everything was different. Unlike the walls in their house, which was white, these walls were all wooden and shimmering in the light that was coming from the huge window to the left of the room. But... the room had no window. This house was illuminated with witchlight, but their own house was illuminated with regular, electric lights. This room was all clean, just like their own house, but this was... different. It was old, but new at the same time, and it gave Clary a strange feeling.

Perhaps Jace carried her here.

"Jace!" Clary yelled, slightly frustrated. "This is NOT funny!"

As soon as she yelled that, a little voice in her head seemed to say, You asked for it, and you got it. Why are you shouting?

Clary did nothing. What did I ask for? What did I get?

She heard footsteps coming from somewhere, and looked around for a weapon. She found nothing, and picked up the pillow instead. The people who lived in this house were careful. Way too careful.

The door to her room opened, and she saw a flash of red hair. However, she threw the pillow anyways and heard a gasp underneath, obviously from shock. Clary froze. She threw the pillow at...

"Clarissa Fairchild!" her mom, Jocelyn, said sternly, placing the pillow back onto the bed. She was still beautiful, with her red hair shining in the sunlight and her green eyes determined and confident. She was wearing a light orange sundress, and peach-colored heels that somehow matched with her sundress. She stared at Clary, slightly angry but glad as well. "You do not throw pillows at your mother." She said that statement as if that was funny.

Clary could only stare. Her mom was here. What did that mean? She managed to say, "Where am I? What are you wearing?"

Jocelyn turned a shade of light pink and frowned a bit. It was then that Clary saw that she was wearing makeup. "Are you sure you're alright? We might have to cancel the wedding."

Clary stared at her with wide eyes. "Wedding?"

"Yeah, you forgot?" Jocelyn asked, her eyes showing that she was concerned. "Your wedding with Jace Herondale."

"Mom, where am I?" Clary asked. "I'm married to him already, how am I supposed to get married again?" She was thinking about showing her mom her hand, which had the marriage rune on it, but as she looked down at it, the rune seemed to burn away, causing a sharp pain to go through Clary. She gasped as the rune faded, and looked at Jocelyn.

Jocelyn raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're alright? You're at home. The Fairchild manor."

Clary was about to say something, but she heard another set of footsteps. She was confused. Was it Jace? Or-

A boy came in, his blonde hair making his green eyes stand out more. He was tall, and he wore a suit that made his eyes stand out even more, if that was possible. He looked slightly nervous, but confident like Jocelyn. He found Clary and managed a smile.

"Hello, little sister." Johnathan said.

And that's it for now! May be continued soon, but not sure.

Okay. See you soon!

-LightStars