A/N: Hello my lovelies! How have you been? So my new word of the day, or night is CINNAMONISH! My friend Yoshiko and I came up with that last year and I just thought of it soo….yea. You probably don't care. Or you didn't even bother reading the author's note cuz they're boring. Whatevs. But hey, if you skip the A/Ns then too bad for you cause you miss out on my uber awesome monologue! Teehee. So this is what I'm gonna do if I hit ten reviews… I will randomly flail my arms in the air and yell 'holy crap!' Inside joke. Sooo here's the disclaimer; I think it's funny this time.

ME: I don't own any of the characters or ideas… except maybe Jace.

CASSANDRA CLARE: What? You can't steal Jace! Clary isn't going to be happy with you.

CLARY: Hey! Who said you could have my boyfriend? Jace! Tell her you're taken!

JACE: It's so hot when girls fight over me.

CLARY: Jace! You aren't helping! Tell her you're TAKEN.

ME: Yea, tell me you're taken, or are you?

CLARY: You stupid mundie! Jace, do something.

JACE: I don't think I will, instead, I'm going to go get some food at Taki's, want anything?

ME: Can I come?

CLARY: No.

CASSANDRA CLARE: Stop fighting. Just write the story.

ME: Fine…

Now to proceed onward with my epic story…

Clary awoke with a sigh as she felt a warm hand caress her cheek. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open and she took in the scene around her. Clary was in the infirmary, she noticed, and the warm touch had come from Jace. Jace. Her heart leapt forward in her chest. Jace was okay!

"Hello there sleeping beauty." Jace murmured as he held his arms out, motioning for her to come stand in his embrace. Clary complied, letting herself melt into his arms. Gone was the pale, injured Jace and here was her warm, loving, and much more awake Jace. He still smelled of lemons and sunshine, despite last night's events. That was when Clary realized that his hair was soaking wet, barely towel dried. Nuzzling her nose into his shoulder she breathed,

"Your hair's wet." She could feel the rumble in Jace's chest as he chuckled at this.

"You know," He began, his tone layered with thick sarcasm, "After my near death situation, I had imagined that when I woke up the first thing you would say would be something like," he hesitated, as if pausing to think. Clary knew however, it was just to be dramatic. "Oh Jace," He started again in a high, girlish tone.

"That is not how I talk!" Clary said, trying to prevent a giggle from escaping her lips. Despite her outburst, Jace continued.

"Oh, I thought I lost you forever!" He paused, and said in a normal voice, "Or something like," and then returning to his 'mock Clary' voice he said "Jace! Oh thank the Angel Jace! You're okay!" Then, for dramatic effect he sighed and said in his regular voice, "But no. All I get is a 'your hair's wet.' Thanks Clary. It's nice to know I'm loved"

At this, Clary giggled a very high pitched, girlish giggle. She didn't even know she was capable of making such a sound.

"I just thought, it was funny." She looked up at Jace and saw that the soft look in his eyes did not match the sarcasm in his tone. Instead, his eyes were filled with love and happiness.

"Would it be funny," Jace inquired, "If I did this?" And then he did something Clary thought that Jace would never, ever do. Ever.

He. Shook. The. Water. Out. Of. His. Hair. All over Clary. She screeched in surprise at the sudden splash of cold across her face and shoulders.

"JACE!" Clary moved to slap his arm, but he caught her wrist in his hand and pinned it to the wall behind her as he crashed his lips to hers. Their bodies pressed against each other and heat spread through her veins everywhere they touched. It was at that moment that the door to the infirmary chose to crash open to reveal a very shocked, ticked off looking Jocelyn standing in the doorway. She cleared her throat loudly and Jace sprang back from Clary, tucking his hands in his pockets. Clary felt the rush of heat spread to her cheeks as she cast her gaze downward in order to avoid hers mom's angry one.

"Clary, can you tell me why you didn't come home last night?" Jocelyn was scary calm, like really freaky. Shoot. I fell asleep at the Institute. That can't be very good. Surely Jocelyn knew about the demon attack, Magnus had said he was on the phone with her last night. That didn't explain why… oh. No one had told Jocelyn she fell asleep in a chair in the infirmary, while Jace, was still unconscious. This was going to take a lot of explaining.

"Um, yea, I can. Magnus said you knew about the demon thing last night right? Well he came to the Institute to heal Jace. I was sitting in the infirmary and I kind of fell asleep. Jace like just woke me up fifteen minutes ago, I swear." Clary ran through her explanation so fast it almost sounded like a mumble jumble of murmurs.

"On the Angel?" From Jocelyn's defensive stance and strict tone showed that there was no way she was kidding.

"Yea mom. I wouldn't lie to you. You're taking this way too seriously; Jace could have died last night." Finally raising her eyes to look at her mom she saw how beneath her anger there was a lot of worry and anxiety.

"I know." Jocelyn's bottom lip quivered, and in a whisper she added, "You both could of." There was a really awkward silence and Jace, always one to be sarcastic said,

"You know, for every awkward silence a gay baby is born." Then, Magnus walked into the room.

"What about gay babies?" he asked, completely unaware of the little mother daughter argument that was going on before. "Jace, I got rid of the poison, or most of it. We had no way of knowing what kind of demon it was. Since Clary just woke up we were hoping she could describe it so we could search it in the library. Clary?"

"Well, if I remember right, it was like a slug with wings. The whole thing was grey, except for these suction cup things that were all over its body, dotting it with color. The edges of the wings had these razor sharp talons on them, which was how Jace got cut. And then this horrible goo spurted out of the suction cups and it filled the wound, stopping the blood flow. The wings were like leather and the whole thing was covered in this transparent slime. I've never seen a demon like it. The wings reminded me of those bird demons on Valentine's demon boat, but it had the body of a Drevak demon. I think it summoned the Forsaken to distract Jace and me while it came up from behind us. The thing was," Clary paused to take a breath, "It only attacked Jace, and then it disappeared before I could try to kill it." By the time she was done with her explanation the room had fell completely silent and they all looked slightly shaken at the mention of Valentine's demon boat. Alec, who had only recently come into the room, had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Did you notice anything strange about the demon's wings, or any other part of its body? Did the demon glamour itself at first, or did it just appear as a demon right away? I think I might know something that could help if you can tell me that it looked like it had runes on its wings." Alec explained, staring intently at Clary, waiting for a response. Clary tried to scan her memory. What kind of demon could have runes, and how would anyone get close enough to mark it? She tried to replay the scene over and over in her mind until something stood out. She looked one last time at the demons wings, face, and body when she realized something. The transparent goo that coated the demon's torso was shimmering, made up of a layer of opaque marks. Shadowhunter marks. How had those gotten there?

"Yes, actually, it did. The transparent goo, if I remember right, was actually an opaque layer of runes. They shimmered. I don't know how I could have forgotten. But why were they there?" After a moment Alec replied,

"A few months after the second uprising I went to my first official Clave meeting, and they were discussing a new issue that had popped up, and could very well be a big problem. There is evidence that someone, a Shadowhunter or a Downworlder we aren't sure yet, is making cross breed demons, and controlling them with a cloak of binding runes. From your description Clary, it seems that this could be one of them."

That was when Jace spoke for the first time since the comment about gay babies, "So if the demon was controlled by binding runes, that means someone is out to get me, right?" Clary was stunned by this. The attack had seemed like it was planned, but she really hated the idea of someone after Jace. Even though he acted all tough and invincible, Clary had seen him die and there was no saying it couldn't happen again. Without realizing it she actually trembled, and Jace pulled her into the protective circle of his arms, the only place where Clary ever truly felt safe.

Breaking the moment, Alec said, "Quite possibly. Mom and dad said I wasn't supposed to mention this to you because it's official Clave business and none of you are old enough, except Jace almost is, but I think this could have something to do with why or how Jace was attacked."

The room was filled with obvious tension and thought at the time, everyone immersed in their own ideas. Finally, Clary spoke up.

"It's too bad that there are no more Silent Brothers in New York, I think they could have helped us with this."

Jace's face twisted into a grimace at the memory. None of the events last year had been very pleasant for him, except the kiss in the Seelie Court and finding out that he and Clary weren't actually siblings.

"Since mom and dad are in Idris right now, there's Silent Brothers there. I can try to send a fire message to them and they can ask for us." Alec replied to Clary. The room fell silent and Alec turned to go to the library. Magnus turned to the rest of the group and said,

"I would love to grace you with my presence longer, but I feel that my boyfriend is more needing of it." Everyone noticed how Alec stiffened in the door way, his face was probably a furious shade of red. Then Alec continued on as if Magnus hadn't said anything. Jace chuckled at this and whispered something into Clary's hair that made her giggle. Clearly they were too preoccupied with each other to remember that Jocelyn was still in the room. Jocelyn decided to leave and let Clary spend some time with Jace. If she brought Clary home now Luke would have a fit on how over protective she is.

Isabelle Lightwood was alone. She had known that Jace was attacked last night and she knew about the discussion in the infirmary, but she didn't feel like going. Instead, she felt like training. She wanted to slash out at one of the dummies with her whip and feel the satisfaction of the electrum chord cutting through the cloth and straw. Why was she so angry? Because it had been a year since the second uprising, a year since she met Clary and her silly mundane friend, and a year since she realized that she, Isabelle Lightwood, was in love with the most mundane vampire in the world. Simon. She had thrown herself at him countless times, trying to make her feelings for him obvious, but he didn't get it. He probably thought he was just another boy-toy. But that wasn't how Isabelle felt about him. She really didn't know how to go about this. Normally, she could have any boy she wanted, and dispose of him as soon as she was done, but she was never in love before. She never wanted anybody this badly. Throwing her hair into a pony tail and coiling her whip around her wrist she headed down the hall to the training room. Never before had she actually gotten angry about Simon, but last night she popped. Seeing Clary with Jace made her jealous. Not that she wanted to be with Jace, oh Angel no. She was jealous of what they had, and she definitely wanted that with none other than the nerdy, awkward, mundie vamp. Yea, so not her type. Yet for some reason, she was drawn to him. She looked at the dummy she had set out on the mat and a new name came into her mind.

Maia.

Sure Maia was nice, and she had helped them countless times, but she was also competition for her. No doubt Simon had feelings for the both of them, but who did he feel for stronger? With a slash and a flash of light she uncoiled the whip in one fluid motion and struck out at the dummy, leaving a large gash in its side. Shreds of straw burst from the cut as she lunged again, this time cutting across its chest, then its back. After a few more slashes and a whirling frenzy of gold light the dummy was in shreds of cloth and straw, lying in a heap on the mat. Izzy sighed and went to the kitchen to get a drink, not bothering to clean up her dummy. Later she would get a shower and sit alone in her room, on a Saturday night. How pathetic.

Everyone had left the infirmary, and Clary and Jace were now alone. Breaking away from his embrace, Clary looked up at Jace with eyes full of worry.

"What are we going to do? Jace, there's something after you, and no matter what you like to believe you aren't invincible. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Jace stared at her intently and released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"We are going to find out more about the demon, and then we'll kill it. Simple as that." There was a wicked glint in his eyes as he said it, showing that he couldn't wait to get his hands on the demon that attacked them. He smiled an almost evil smile, showing his perfect white teeth, except for the one with the chip in it.

"Jace, what if this is a bigger problem than we thought. You aren't taking this seriously enough."

"Since when do I ever take things seriously?"

"Since never." Clary sighed, knowing that Jace would win their argument and deciding to leave it at that.

A/N Okay so it was shorter than last chapter, and I didn't get it up on Saturday like I promised but I got distracted. I was reading this book called Need by Carrie Jones and it's like really good. So you know a little more about this demon thingy. Sorry there wasn't much of anything in this chapter but it was more of a transition and it was necessary sooo… let me know what you want more of…Fluff? Angst? Action? There will be plenty of angst in this story. I have a really good idea that involves a super romantic ending… But to get it you know what you have to do… Yellow just so happens to be my favorite color and reviews just so happen to be one of my favorite things… So push the button that's my favorite color and give me one of my favorite things… REVIEW! I love you guys! –Da Book Lady