Well this is my first fanfic so i hope you like it. Jace, Izzy and Simon will all come in laer. I don't own any of these characters they all belong to Cassandra Clare.

**Flashback**

Oh god where is Jonathon he should be home by now.

"Did he pick up his phone?" I ask my mum with so much hope in my voice.

"No, I don't know where he is, training finished at 5:30 and now it's 6:30. I'm calling the police to send out a search party." As she reached for the phone it began to ring, she snatched it up hoping it was Jonathon or someone who had found him. When she heard the voice on the other side of the phone she froze with shock.

"Jocelyn, how nice it is to hear your voice again. I don't suppose you're quite as happy as I am to be speaking with each other?" No reply from my mum.

"I take that as a no. Well I just called to inform you that I have Jonathon with me, safe-"

"What! Valentine why do you have him? Is he okay? What-" My mother sputtered.

"He is fine. Now I just thought that it was only fair that I have him. You left me when our daughter was born without a reason, so I just thought-"

"I gave you a reason, I couldn't live with a man who was bent on killing downworlders, and I don't want my children around you. You're a monster." She whispered the last part.

"Well I think otherwise. Any way I called to tell you I will be keeping Jonathon since you have our daughter, you will be able to see him every six months and if you can't wait to see him and try and take him from me, I will just kill him and you won't ever be able to see him again. Goodbye Jocelyn." And he hung up.

**End**

That was six months ago and now he stands in front of me but he's different and not my Jonathon –not the fun, loving Jonathon.

His face was hard and serious he's definitely not that care free, soccer crazy guy he was. In his eyes I could see him remembering all the fun times we had together when he was teaching me how to kick a soccer ball when I was five and he was seven. Now he was eight-teen and I was six-teen and if only he was still his old self he could teach me all those move and how to dribble past defending players.

I looked at Jonathon, just inches away from me as we ate dinner with our mother and Valentine. No one spoke since every time my mother or I tried to make conversation they made a quick answer and brushed the question off. The night went quickly and before I knew it my mother and I were leaving but not before I caught a final glance at Jonathon he was smiling at me and from then on I vowed that I would do one thing that Jonathon loved the most, the thing he did that made him forget that we were nephlim, i would play soccer like he used too. I would play and get up to his level and remember how happy he was while playing this, this is how I would remember him. I went to sleep thinking how happy he would be if he knew how I was going to be following him and for the first time in ages I slept peacefully.

Five months later…

When I woke up at 10am horribly late for my morning training session with a bunch of the team, I sprinted over to the stadium which was only a half a kilometre run and reached the stadium with only minutes to spare.

"Hey good timing Clary, you're lucky, you only made it by 5 minutes." yelled Maia.

We heard a whistle blow. "Okay, 7 laps everyone." screamed Coach Garroway.

"Ugh" groaned a few of the guys who thought themselves to well skilled to warm up.

"You lot," he pointed to those boys "do an extra lap."

We warmed up and trained for two hours straight, weekend training finished at 1pm.

"Hey Clary, you want a ride home?" said Maia.

"No thanks, I'm fine. I forgot my 2 kilometre run on Friday I may as well start it now." I told her.

"Okay, stay safe. Love you." she yelled back.

"Bye." I laughed and started my run home. It was a long, heated run back to my house in Brooklyn. I had hot, muggy air pushing dow on me; I was outside the front of my house when I heard a horn honk behind me. I turned to see who it was and saw Sebastian my ex-boyfriend.

"Well, well look who it is boys. Its little soccer girl Clary." he said as he jumped out of his car along with two other friends.

"So," he said grabbing my wrist, I tried to pull it away but he just tightened his grip, "I think that we should get back together. Don't you?"

"Um, no." I said to him and instantly his face dropped and then hardened.

"Oh you really don't mean that." he said his voice dripping ice.

"Oh but I do." I replied mimicking his voice. He grabbed both my wrists now and I knew I would wake up with bruises in the shape of a hand. I squirmed and tried to break free, his hands tightened again and my shadowhunter instincts kicked in. I jerked my knee right where it hurt most for guys and i bolted inside my house and locked the door. While I ran indoors I heard Sebastian yell some words that really should not be mentioned. I waited until I heard his car pull away and then counted to three hundred. I opened the door and came face to face with a boy who looked about a year or two older than me; he had piercing blue eyes and black hair.

"Hi, I'm Alec. We moved in next door just today." he said and stuck out his hand for me to shake. I couldn't help but smile and shake his hand. "Are you ok, with what happened about five minutes ago?" he asked.

So please review, i hope you like it. I will post the next chapter really soon. Also when you review be nice because i will get hurt but if you don't like it so far tell me what i should fix.

- trueblueangel