A/N: Disclaimed

Chapter 1: Broken Things

Love sews together two broken things

Love sews together their hearts

Love sews together all broken things

Love sews them together as art

She was drifting, drifting through a void. Endless black surrounded her and her head hurt. Is this what death is? she thought It's quite peaceful.

That was when she heard the voice, and the black turned blue, her senses overwhelmed with the familiar surroundings of a nightclub. The music pounded in her ears and the voice became more defined.

Clary… Clary… Clary…

"Clary!"

Her head shot up, and she took in the familiar curly brown hair and glasses, a face that she thought she would never see again.

"Simon!?" she exclaimed, then inwardly winced, she sounded too surprised.

Right then, how did I act when I first went through this?

"I mean, um, why are you yelling in my ear, I'm right here"

Simon just looked at her in concern. "Clary, You blacked out there for a bit, I thought someone had drugged you or something," his voice became a pitch higher, "If you had been drugged, then I would have had to carry you home to your mum and Oh god if I had brought you back to Jocelyn drugged-"

"Simon!" She interrupted, "I'm fine, just… dreaming." A flash of golden hair had caught her attention as it slipped through the NO ADMITTANCE door.

"Clary?" Simon asked again, still concerned for her.

"Simon, I'll be right back. Just, ummm… I gotta go to the ladies, okay, good, just wait here." And with that she turned and made her way through the sweaty bodies, reaching the door and pushing it open.

The scene began playing out in the same way as before, and Clary remembered to duck behind a pillar.

They don't know me yet, they can't see me.

She almost groaned thinking back to how horrible Alec's behaviour had been to her when they first met.

I'm going to have to deal with that all over again, she thought, inwardly sighing.

Jace's voice snapped her out of reverie, and she wanted to just run to him, kiss him like there was no tomorrow, damn the consequences. But she held back, as the sane little voice in her head spoke to her.

Whoa, girl. There'll be time for all that later, this Jace doesn't even know you. Yet.

"So," he said. "You still haven't told me if there are any others of your kind with you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The demon's tone was pained but surly.

"He means other demons," said the Alec, Clary could hear his impatience already colouring his tone "You do know what a demon is, don't you?"

The demon turned his face away, his mouth working.

You couldn't have seriously thought the were going to believe you, Clary thought. I forgot how much I hated the small talk demons do.

"Demons," drawled Jace, tracing the word on the air with his finger. "Religiously defined as hell's denizens, the servants of Satan, but understood here, for the purposes of the Clave, to be any malevolent spirit whose origin is outside our own home dimension -"

"That's enough, Jace," said the Isabelle, and Clary smiled despite herself. Jace and Isabelle never changed.

"Isabelle's right," agreed Alec, and Clary could almost feel the eye roll he was holding back. "Nobody here needs a lesson in semantics - or demonology."

Jace raised his head and smiled. "Isabelle and Alec think I talk too much," he said, confidingly, and Clary didn't bother holding back her eye roll. "Do you think I talk too much?"

The demon didn't reply. His mouth was still working. "I could give you information," he said. "I know where Valentine is."

Clary clenched her fists, visibly trying to calm herself. Valentine was the reason she was here again. I swear the next time I see my father I will kill him.

Jace glanced back at Alec, who shrugged, and Clary was reminded of how ignorant they all used to be. "Valentine's in the ground," Jace said. "The thing's just toying with us."

Isabelle tossed her hair. "Kill it, Jace," she said. "It's not going to tell us anything."

Jace raised his hand, and Clary saw dim light spark off the knife he was holding. It was a beautiful blade, one of Jace's favourites, oddly translucent, the blade clear as crystal, sharp as a shard of glass, the hilt set with red stones.

The demon gasped. "Valentine is back!" he protested, dragging at the bonds that held his hands behind his back. "All the Infernal Worlds know it - I know it - I can tell you where he is -"

Rage flared suddenly in Jace's eyes, "By the Angel, every time we capture one of you bastards, you claim you know where Valentine is. Well, we know where he is too. He's in hell. And you -" Jace turned the knife in his grasp, the edge sparking like a line of fire. "You can join him there."

Clary couldn't deal with it anymore, the demon was telling the truth and they didn't believe it, and if I find out where Valentine is now it could be a big advantage. I hope I don't get killed for this.

She stepped out from behind the pillar. "Listen," she said, her voice carrying across the room. "You can't do this. Not yet."

Jace whirled, so startled that the knife flew from his hand and clattered against the concrete floor. Isabelle and Alec turned along with him, wearing identical expressions of astonishment.

Clary almost laughed at the comical looks on their faces, but kept her expression straight. laughter would not help the situation.

The demon still hung in his bonds, stunned and gaping.

It was Alec who spoke first. "What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to jace and his sister, as if they might know what she was doing there.

"It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure, and Clary rolled her eyes. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one." He took a step closer to Clary, squinting as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. "A mundie girl," he said, half to himself. "And she can see us."

Oh right, they think I'm a mundane…

"Of course I can see you," Clary said, and then hesitated slightly before adding, "And I'm not a mundane."

Coming soon…

Chapter 3: New Beginnings