No big intro as to who I am, I just hope you enjoy this continuation of this story and hope I don't go to OOC on it however remember that the further from the original we go time wise, the further OOC it is likely to become. This story is set immediately after COG. WARNING: SPOILERS ARE INCLUDED! Please Read and Review!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN the Mortal Instruments; Cassandra Clare does(She also wrote the first paragraphs up until the three *)

"Clary," Jace said, breaking her out of her reverie. He tightened his arms around her; the crowd was cheering as the first of the rockets went up. "Look."

She looked as the fireworks exploded in a shower of sparks-sparks that painted the clouds overhead as they fell, one by one, in streaking lines of golden fire, like angles falling from the sky.

Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

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Chapter 1: Things Left Unsaid

"So Simon, what did happen in that forest?" Isabelle said as she snaked a hand around his shoulder, Maia wasn't looking pleased at this but let it slide. "Why did they just let you walk away after the battle, I thought they were trying to enslave you or something." Isabelle was obviously trying to make polite conversation, but her voice shook a bit with the hidden concern.

"Well, Clary helped me outsmart them, and they decided in the end it was in their best interests to leave me alone." He snickered and gave her a slight hug as her eyes broke and she let out a shaky laugh. Simon glanced at Maia, who was also looking shaken. As Isabelle was beyond speech Maia answered the questioning looks that Simon was giving off. "I thought you weren't going to come out of those woods," Maia said, laughing a bit shakily as a tear fell from her eye on the last word, "I really thought they were going to kill you Simon, and I had just ran away and left you in their hands." The guilt in her voice was plain and Simon wrapped his other arm around her, Alec had come to Isabelle's side as she was holding in sobs and gasping for air every few moments.

"No, no Maia it's not your fault, I told you to leave." He said as he wrapped his other arm around her, the fireworks still boomed, drowning out her sobs. Isabelle was fine, for the most part, and was explaining how Maia had found her just before she went after Jace and told her about the vampires and Simon. Apparently, she had had a horrible time choosing to go after Jace instead of Simon. "It's not that I wasn't worried about you Simon," Isabelle said, her eyes unable to look at him, "After what happened to Max I just couldn't…" She choked at the end of the sentence, Alec grasped her harder as Jace and Clary looked on. Magnus was still gazing around taking in the city.

Simon cradled Maia in his arms as she continued to sob, he looked over at Isabelle who had let her gaze fall to the ground, and she shivered but was no longer sobbing. "I couldn't lose another brother like I lost him, not when I could do something about it." She choked out after a few more moments. Alec held her tight as she turned her head into his shoulder with renewed sobs. "I know Isabelle, I don't blame you or you Maia, and if I blame anyone I blame myself for not telling you both about our plan." With this he slowly raised his hair, the Mark upon his forehead glowed brightly, golden in color against his pale skin, and the Fireworks light changed the color of the surrounding but not that of the Mark. The entire group drew a simultaneous breath as they collectively gazed at the Mark and then to Simon and Clary.

"Is that?" Magnus asked breathlessly they all could seem to be thinking the same thing. "Yes, the Mark of Cain?" Jace said to the total lapse of thought through the entire area.

"Clary…How did you?" Maia stopped herself as she glanced down at her hand, the back of which still held the Alliance rune scar, even with her healing ability she doubted it would ever vanish. She laughed at herself as she said, "I keep forgetting how special you two are. If anyone kept this entire world from falling apart it was you two." They all smiled and chuckled a bit.

Only Jace and Magnus took a sterner look at this statement. Their eyes met and they knew they both had the same thought, it a bit early for that statement, but kept quiet and went back to looking up at the fireworks.

"So my biggest question is this, what now?" Alec asked looking about as Isabelle straightened her dress and wiped her eyes. Maia remained leaning on Simon and he kept her in his grasp, to which Isabelle seemed to shrug as if she didn't care, however her strangely more readable eyes said more to Clary. "Are we all going back to New York? I know I have to, I've been assigned there officially now, and mom is still in charge of the Institute there, but dad might have to stay here in Idris." He explained as they all sat down and began talking about what their plans where, all except Clary and Jace.

"I know what I'm doing so." She said plainly as she leaned up against Jace, her back to his front, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She heard distant music and began to sway side to side in rhythm, Jace following her lead. Soon the music got louder but the others conversation had got Clary to wondering, but it was a thought she would act on after this song. Maia was dancing with Simon, Isabelle was dancing with Alec with an agitated Magnus watching, and Aline decided to take said agitated warlock and dance with him. A song very much like an instrumental version of Hallelujah from that movie she had seen Shrek was playing and she and Jace dance on the side lines of the square in a simple sway. The square was full of couples dancing and basking in the light from the Council chamber behind them.

Clary turned in Jace's arm, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her as she whispered in his ear, "Think we could go somewhere more private to talk?" her tone might have made the statement sound like a question, but by Jace's instant nod and move to take her hand and lead her away down the side of the canal showed he had taken it as an order.

They continued down the road by the canal, she had faintly heard Isabelle yelling at Alec who was engaged with arguing with Simon over something, and she couldn't help herself from wondering who Simon would choose when the time came, Maia or Isabelle, since even the earlier scene had left very little answered. Simon had held Maia because he was unsure and probably felt slightly guilty from being with Isabelle after Max's death, but that didn't put Maia out either. However as Jace pulled her a bit due to her having fallen behind she snapped back to the present and glanced over at the boy walking next to her. His hair, his face, hi body all of it was everything she had dreamed of finding and never once thought would actually be hers. The only thing about him she hadn't dreamed of were his eyes, his golden eyes that seemed to shine, that was a trait she didn't even know a man could have and it was just icing on the cake as far as she was concerned. However it was also something deeper, it signified their shared blood of an angel who had suffered greatly at the hands of her father. "Clary?" Jace asked suddenly, she hadn't realized that they had arrived outside a house on the eastern edge of the canal, nor that Jace had opened the door and was waiting for her to enter before him in a gentlemanly fashion.

"Sorry, I spaced." she said as she blushed and they both ducked inside. The house was dark, and surprisingly small, just a living room, with an adjacent kitchen and a stair well leading up to the second floor. "Whose house is this?" Clary asked as she sat on the couch smoothing out the front of her dress. Jace just glanced around with a slight glint of pride in his eyes, and then came to sit by her, looking deeply into her eyes with a smile.

"Mine," Jace said, "Turns out my father had left me a bit in his will, but since no one knew who I was…" he trailed off as he moved his glance to the fire and stared into it in deep thought.

"Well, um, that changes a few things." She said, turning his face to look at hers instead of the fire. "Look Jace, I want to know if you are staying here or coming back to New York with Luke, my mom and me?" she asked him as softly as possible. She had been stressing over this for the past few days, not knowing if he would want to go back after finally returning to the home he had missed for so long, and the recent conversation between the others was not helping her nerves.

"Clary, do you really have to ask that question of me?" Jace looked amused as he shook his head, his hair falling over his eyes as he smiled and chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me, I mean, look around; you own a house here and everything now." She was starting to tear up at the thought of being separated from him. She wouldn't abandon Luke and her Mom, and she couldn't be separate from the one she loved. How could they make her choose! "I don't want to lose anyone… not anyone else, not after all we had to do to get this far." She blinked and a tear fell, but before it even splashed on the coffee table his arms were around her, holing her tightly.

"I'm not leaving your side Clary, never again, that's why I was laughing. I thought you knew." He whispered, she hugged him tightly, bringing her arms vertically under his which were wrapped around her neck she laced her fingers into his hair. "But Jace, your house and Alicante and the council" she stopped short of finishing her sentence.

"Clary, no one owns a house here really, most just rent, like I did this one, my Father left me a mansion out in the country that I plan to rent out." He explained, holding her out now and cradling her face in his hands as he chuckled. "Clary, you've been a Shadowhunter how long? We are nomads, where the Clave sends us is where we go."

Her face dropped as she realized he was right, "But then what if they send u somewhere else?" Clary couldn't stand choosing to leave him but being forced to leave him was an even worse thought to her, oddly she thought it would have been the other way around.

"I won't leave you. If they tell me to go elsewhere, I'll appeal to their better nature, and this whole 'we saved your sorry asses' thing for extra leverage." He brought her closer to him and kissed her deeply, bringing her face to his with his hands still cupped around her cheeks. He let his hands roam to her waist and held her close, her arms rubbing his chest and then finally resting across his shoulders where she laced her fingers together behind him and mover her attention to the kiss.

She kissed him harder and more roughly, her tongue begged entrance at his lips so he opened his mouth, allowing her access. He grasped her harder and she allowed him to pull her over. She hoisted her Dresses bottom up so that it was now as long as a skirt, as he brought her closer to him with his hands still grasping her waist. She was now straddling his lap, her hands still roaming his toned chest as she kissed him as she had kissed no one else. It felt right, like fate, and she wouldn't trade that moment of bliss for anything.

"You know," she managed to gasp as they came up from each other for air, his hands still on her hips, "if we go to much further Luke might actually kill you." She chuckled as she rested against his shoulder, he bit her earlobe teasing her as she came back to kiss him, pulling back after each few kisses, tormenting him in her own way. "I think-your mom-scares me-more than Luke!" he said in between her assaults. He pulled her into one last long embrace, their tongues fighting for dominance, hers winning in the end. They at last separated when a knock came at the door.

"Thought I might find you two here… although your more dressed then I expected." Isabelle was giggling; she had apparently already entered and walked into the room before knocking on the wall to get their attention.

"That is the last time I give you a key to my place Izzy!" Jace was not mad, but not happy about being interrupted. Clary was blushing to the point where she resembled a steamed lobster. Jace, on the other hand, had a proud grin as though he wasn't in the least bit surprised that Izzy had burst in but then knowing Isabelle it made sense. "Now what did you want?"

"I just wanted to let you know that Luke and Clary's mom are on their way over here and thought you might need a bit of a head start." Isabelle chuckled. Clary straightened her dress as Isabelle said, "They should be here right about…" Clary glancing about desperately and then she quickly dashed upstairs to the utter confusion of the other two.

"Where was she going?" said Isabelle who stopped as Luke and Jocelyn entered the small house through the door Isabelle had left opened? Isabelle made a face of guilt to Jace and then turned smiling to the newcomers.

"Where was who going Isabelle?" Luke raised his eyebrow as he stared into her eyes. Jace knew that Isabelle was a good liar, even a great one, but Luke was a master at reading people's faces.

"Clary, she is up stairs in the bathroom." Jace was praying that they wouldn't ask him what Isabelle had meant by saying 'where was she going?' and that she really was in the bathroom and not hiding in his room upstairs.

"Really?" Jocelyn said with a doubtful smirk, but before Jace could respond they heard the sound of a toilet flush from above and Jace exhaled a breath silently he didn't even know he was holding. "Oh, well I guess that answers that. Now my only question is how long has she been-"

"Oh, Luke, mom!" Clary said loudly as she started down the stairs, swiftly changing the topic, "What are you guys doing here? Is the Meeting over?" Jace was thanking heaven for her quick wit in this situation, as Isabelle's jaw dropped at how smooth Clary had just worked her mom.

"Yeah actually, they were a bit anxious to finish so that they could take part in the festival. Anyway Clary, we have a gift for you from the Council!" Luke said excitedly, Jocelyn however looked solemn. "Um Jocelyn, come on now, you know it's for the best she has it." Luke said, wrapping an arm around her and pushing her toward her daughter.

"I know Luke, it's just if she takes this then the next thing you know they'll be wanting her trained for combat and then." Jocelyn stopped abruptly as Luke had kissed her forehead; she sighed and produced a long thin box from her pocket. Clary took it and unwrapped it carefully, not knowing what to expect. When she slid the box cover off inside gleamed a small cylinder about 7 inches long and giving off a soft white glow. Jace stepped up behind Clary, placing a hand on her shoulder; Isabelle just leaned her head over and looked into the box.

"Is that a?" She asked gazing into the box. Clary nodded and lifted the object from the velvet lined box and holding it up to the light for all to see.

"A stele, but it doesn't look like any I've ever seen." Jace said as they all gazed at the golden runes that began to glow as Clary held it. The tip was narrower, almost like a pencil would be, and came to a jutting out tip of gold. "The Consul said it was the newest model and that they wanted Clary to have it as thanks for saving them with her rune." Luke explained, Jocelyn wasn't looking all too happy, but Clary's eyes gleamed. More than that, they glowed.

"Clary?" Jace said as she continued to gaze up at the Stele which was now vibrating slightly, the runes glowing brighter and casting their shapes unto the walls of the house, they began to liquefy and more across the surface of the stele like Raziel's had across his skin. Clary's eyes glowed brighter, now turning from just shining iris to enveloping the entire eye. The light made them look away, but Jace just reached out as her hand trembled holding the stele and he gripped her tightly and pulled her back to him, she dropped the Stele and her eyes dimmed. She fluttered them and gazed at him once more. "Jace?" her voice cracked and her head sagged in his arms, her body limp.

Oh, I'm sorry; did I just end in a cliffhanger? Oh well, if you don't like that tough because you're not writing this FanFic! Muhahahaha, but please continue to read and review. After all if you want to find out what's going on, you must read on.

Author's note: this story is currently rated T because although the scenes get a bit heated, it's not quite past what you'd find in the books, which are professionally rated for 14 and up. However it will become rated M later on for various reasons, and mainly to keep me from getting in trouble. Please continue reading, and to make this story easier for you to find, if you like it then favorite it or me! Thank you and good reading.

I have more chapters in the chamber waiting to fire, all i need is some reviews and ill post 'em for you to enjoy!