After defeating Valentine and protecting the covenant with the Underworld, Jocelyn Morgenstern decided to save her son Jonathan from the clutches of her husband. To the Fairchilds estate she's comes immediately. Unfortunately ... it was too late. The property has collapsed after the flames of demonic fire. She watched as her family's house was destroyed by the man she loved so much, and now she hates as much as she loves. She was sure that her husband put the fire under the house. She just wanted to see if her parents and child had managed to escape. She felt like her child's kicks began to dig. She was 4 months pregnant and was glad her husband was so upset that he did not notice anything. She was in a restless sleep, which turned out to be even worse than reality. She saw her husband set fire to her house, her parents, and Wayland, in the neck was have hanging from the Circle Leader, and in her cot she was sure to see the baby's fair hair. Was it her Jonathan or Michael's son did, she didn't know, both boys had bright hair so she did not know which of the boys was burned. Lucian Graymark, who had started to worry about her, snatched her away from sleep. As soon as she got up and woke up as much as she could take from the intimate hide of the Angel's Cup and decided to leave the Shadow hunter's world. Definitely. By farewell at the airport with her friend from childhood she whispered to him that Valentine was alive.

It has been two years since this happened. Jocelyn had time to hide the cup in one of Tarot Cards and gave her a farewell to Dorothy's neighbor. Dorothy didn't know about the Mortal Cup in the tarot. The next day she and her one and the half year old daughter Clarissa were about to move out. It was their last night in this apartment. To cover her tracks she was supposed to help by Magnus Bane. She was waiting for him so she didn't check who was knocking at her door and only opened it immediately. From the next room we could hear a weeping cry. At the door stood a boy with a terrible resemblance to Valentine, but she also saw in him in her self's resemblance. She could not speak because he looked at her with his black eyes and asked:

"Mother, will you go home?" There was no feeling in his voice, but his eyes showed that he was expecting something. She knew that look because her daughter always had that's look when she wanted something. Behind her, she heard the second voice, her husband's voice:

"Jocelyn, you will not answer the question asked by your own child?" The woman and boy looked at the man at the same time holding a red-haired girl.

"Clary!" - The woman screamed and running to the man and child. She stopped when she saw Valentine holding a throwing knife in the other hand close to the girl.

"Mommy ... why dad is angry with me?" Asked the girl not understanding the whole situation.

"'Mommy'? 'Dad'?" The boy said in surprise. As he approached Valentine, the boy spoke again. "Father, who is 'mommy' and 'dad'?"

" Jocelyn? Can you explain it?" Asked the man looking at the redheaded beauty that was his wife, the girl look's a mini version at his own wife, and a little bit his own resemblances in his arms, and to look at the boy and the finally at the woman again.

Jocelyn surrendered. She closed the door and walked over to her family again. She rubbed her daughter's face and gently pulled her from her husband's arms. She sat down on the couch and gestured for a man and a boy to be comes and to sit with her. Valentine did not step, but the boy timidly approached his mother and sat down beside her. He was terribly curious about this little creature so similar to his mother, but also so different. Nothing, however, allowed himself to know. Since he remembered his father had a virginity to find a mother and gain control over Shadow hunter's. This little creature that had attracted him like nothing else in world and It made a huge difference in his arranged life. The creature also caused other feelings in him, which made his dark side despite the fact that it seemed so strong as to almost fall asleep. The man urged the woman with a gesture approaching the family. The woman cleared her throat and began to speak:

"Jonathan, 'mommy' ... is a very nice and affectionate term that a child can say to his mother. The word 'mommy' means the mother herself. The child may also speak to his mother 'mom'. On the other hand, the word 'daddy' ... is an affectionate term for a father. The child may also speak to his father 'papa' or 'dad'. It is just that the mundane children speak to their parents. Do you understand, Jonathan?" She asked, rubbing her hair on her head.

"Yes, mother." He was a little confused because of the sudden touch of a woman. Nobody touched him so gently. Yes, it was the day that his father held him by the palm, but it was as if the little creature was kept completely different way than he.

"Clary, baby, you can bring your brother to the room next door and play something. I must first talk to your father and then answer your questions. Well?" Asked the woman hugging the girl and kissing her on the forehead before she put the girl on the floor. The girl nodded and held out her hand to the boy. Jonathan looked at his father, waiting for permission, and when he had received it, he took his hand outstretched and allowed himself to be taken away from his father.

"Clary is my baby?" Valentine asked as the children disappeared from the room.

"Yes, Clary it's mean Clarissa, she's your daughter. Don't pretend you didn't know anything. During the uprising I was 4 months pregnant." She said more sadly than angry.

The long man looked at the woman sitting in front of him. He sat down next to her and pulled her tight to him. Feeling her tense muscles decided to loosen her with a kiss. For a long time he joined his mouth with her. It was only when he responded as fervently as in the old days, that he hastened his strong embrace. He broke his kiss, but did not move away from the woman when he answered her question:

"I suspected you were pregnant. That's why I did what I did. To punish you I did not even think I was the father of this child." He said and poked himself again into the woman's mouth. She responded as eagerly as before, knowing that only she could free herself, but immediately jumped to her feet and interrupted the kiss.

"I will check what the children." She said, improving her clothes and leaving the room. Clarissa paint her fingers on piece of paper, and Jonathan looks strangely at his sister. None of them paid attention to the woman and the man approaching her.

"I know it's a beautiful sight. The whole family in the set. You know Jocelyn, I'll have to punish you for this escape. Now pack your stuff and Clarissa. We are going home. Without discussion wife!" He whispered in her ear. The woman shuddered, hearing an overwhelming voice behind her. He never used that tone when he speak to her, but it changed as much as possible. The woman left knowing that this time she had lost the very beginning. She knew this when she saw her son at the door and her daughter in her father's arms. The woman pointed to the packed things near the door that he had not noticed before. Angrily grabbed a woman's hair and pulled so hard to look at him. He growled with eyes flickering with anger:

"You wanted to run away again, wife!" He did not care that the woman had tears in her eyes and his children were staring at everything. She was still beautiful, and her spark that he loved so much in her eyes was as strong as that at the beginning of their relationship. He wanted to punish her and punish her very much. Through this all the girl began to cry. There was something about in this cry that was very interested in him. It seemed to him that something in her voice was stronger than what he had heard at Jonathan Herondal's when he visited Stephen's widow. So he was curious so he stopped caring about his wife, he could do it and he would do when he returned home. But now he had to look at his new work, his daughter. So he didn't pay attention to the smile of his son looking at the girl, the spark in his eye so similar to the mother, and the fact that both of them had little wounds on one of the wrists. Clarissa on the left while Jonathan on the right.

The woman wiped her face with one movement. To crouch after a while and pull your hands forward. The girl rushed to this gesture and tightly wrapped herself in her mother's body. Jocelyn noticed that both her children were bleeding. When she was calmed down enough to speak, she whispered in her mother's ear the name of her brother. He looked at the whole scene with anger in his eyes. When the delicate woman smiled and reached out to him, he ran not like a little red creature that smelled ridiculously sweet when bleeding but only slowly, according to his father's teachings. Clumsily, the girl leapt from her mother's hands so as to attract him and hug both his brother and mother. She also wrapped her hands around her daughter and her son. Valentine walked to the door and opened it. He took two small luggage and said solemnly:

"Since we're together, we're going back to the houses. Jonathan watch your sister. I will watch over mothers not to disappear as recently." Said Valentine, waiting for the family in the open door to let them pass. He did not notice that Jocelyn dropped something on the floor and kicked at the pace so he would not notice it closing the door. This moment saw Magnus on his hiding place. He knew how the woman hid something so that he would not see Valentine. He realized it was a message for him. He waited a moment or two after the exit door closed behind them. Only then did he leave his hiding place and go to see the mysterious message left in her apartment.

*** Magnus POV ***

I knew where Jocelyn kept the backup key. So I opened the lock by key and I started looking for the card she left for me. She was near the wall, but I found her. I recognized the writing by Jocelyn hand, but it was written hastily so unclear to readed. I decided to decipher the note at home in Brooklyn. This place was no longer safe. Valentine could leave his people here. Quickly and quietly I left the abandoned apartment and closed the door. For my good luck I have good hearing. Someone tried to walk up the stairs as quietly as possible. I left the key from the place where I took it and again hid in my dark hide from before. Before I saw who was coming I heard two voices talking to each other:

"Valentine said we have to check the apartment. Jocelyn could leave a message to the person she was waiting for."

"You're right. I'll look around the corridor and join to you in few moments."

'Well, beautiful. I don't like doing this, but I was forced to do so. So I have to get away from here.' I thought turning into a cat. It was a simple spell, but it was a pain in the butt, because in this form I will stay for the next 6 hours. I left my hideout slowly and dumbfounded. I stretched lazy and for a better impression I yawned wide to finish the dull meeooow ...

I walked past these two idiots from the Morgenstern circle and flew down as if I had been there from the beginning. They didn't even notice me. They were so busy with their searching apartment priorities. Before they knew it, I wasn't ther. I ran through the flap for the animal at the entrance door. So I wandered the streets of New York for almost 5 hours. I got home on two owns legs. When I greeted President Miau (my cat) and fed him a delicious tuna I sat in my favorite chair with a Scottish glass. Only then did I have the courage to read the note. It was hard, but I did it. There were only two sentences in it:

"Valentine found us. Dorothy has a Chalice, but she does not know wer its is in her hands."

Well, I drank all Scotch with my glasses and started working. I broke the note to make sure she did not fall into the wrong hands and use the portal to get to Dorothy's apartment.

"What happened Magnus?" She asked, surprised at my late arrival.

"Fray was kidnapped by ..." I started and she finished

"Valentine." She whispered the name out of fear.

"Yes. You are no longer safe here." I said and listened to what was going on in the apartment above us. There was a terrible noise from Jocelyn's apartment. Later it was heard that the door was open and someone fluttered to the door of the neighbors. 'That's great. It will be faster to teleport all the contents of the apartment to the warehouse.' I thought seeing Dorothy approaching.

"Do you want anything else from here?" I asked when I saw her little traveling bag.

"No." She answered. Once I had the open portal Dorothy shouted:

"I forgot about three gifts from Jocelyn. She gave it to me yesterday. Give me a minute." She said, looking around the room.

"It's good that you remembered at them." Just yesterday on the phone Jocelyn asked me for the opinion of one of them. She was about to ask you today to show them to me, but she did not make it. I don't even know what it is so I will have to see all of it. Will I be able to see them when we get there?" I asked. 'I wonder if I can sense the Cup of Angel that hid Jocelyn. That was our plan. Hide the cup under another form. All this time we tested her masking run and last time was almost perfect. I hope I will not find it as she promised with laughter. ' I thought about the last conversation with this redhead woman and her shot daughter.

"Sure. Why not." During the reply she took a small picture from the wall, a figurine, and a beautiful mother-of-pearl box. - Yes, I have everything now. I'm ready.

"That's good, because somebody just descends from the mountain and believe me, you do not want to know them." I speaks to the Dorothy hurried gently, but jokingly, not to upset her more.

"Probably not." She said, walking up to me and taking my hand.

"Me neither." I nodded her, squeezing her hand tighter. At the same time we went through the portal to my house. I closed it when I heard:

"Open the door, the police. Open or I will balance them" I was not waiting to see if they would really do it. I just closed the portal.