A/N Hey guys! I'm back by popular demand! Haha. I hope you guys liked it!

Chapter song: She's a Mystery by Bon Jovi

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"Morgenstern? As in Valentine Morgenstern?"

The redhead, Clarissa, he thought whipped her face toward him.

"Don't mention my bastard father." Her nose wrinkled in disgust. Magnus's eyes widened and he started shaking his head franticly at Jace.

"Why not? He is your father correct?"Jace replied.

"Let me get this straight now. He. Is. Not. My. Father. Biologically maybe but he isn't my father. He didn't raise me. He murdered my real father." Her green eyes looked like they were on fire. But Jace could see way down inside them the pain that was there.

He raised his hands in the world-known sign of surrender. "Hey. Calm down I didn't know. Let's try this again." He walked out of the room leaving both Magnus and Clarissa confused.

He walked in a minute later, and his eyes widened.

"Oh. Glad to see your awake sleepy-head. Didn't think two days of sleep was enough? Three was a long time." He said. Clarissa stifled a laugh and said, "Oh it was plenty of time. I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Clary Morgenstern." She gave him a level glare that clearly said don't ask.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Clary, I'm Jace Wayland" he said, trying out the new word for the first time. He liked it. So much better than Clarissa. Clary rolled her eyes.

"Where is the head of the Institute? I must speak to him or her." She said, her playful manner gone.

Jace nodded his head. "Yeah. Maryse and Robert. They're in the library." He walked out of the door then, expecting Clary to follow. When she didn't he turned around and raised an eyebrow. She huffed; mad because she couldn't do that.

Jace then noticed the supporting arm Magnus had around Clary.

"Oh. Sorry." He said and went back to help her.

~NRNH~

Clary wasn't strong enough to walk. He could tell when she kept stumbling. So he bent down and picked her up.

"What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed when he had scooped her up.

"Carrying you. You're obviously too weak to walk. Three days not enough Red?" he said, chuckling to himself.

"I am not weak. Probably stronger than you! I just need to get my energy back." She grumbled.

"Well, Hodge could help you with that." Jace replied. She froze in his arms.

"Hodge? Hodge Starkweather?" she said quietly, almost fearfully.

"Yeah. He's my mentor. How do you know him?" he said, curious at her reaction.

"Nowhere. I've heard of… My bag! Oh angel where is it?" she screamed. Managing to wrestle from his grasp, she darted toward the door, tripping and stumbling the majority of the way.

Jace had to jog to catch up, if she was fast tripping and stumbling how fast would she be with her strength returned? Jace thought to himself.

He caught up with her just as she flung the doors open. She cried out in relief when she saw the tattered old bag on the ground.

She reached inside and pulled out a drink that Jace recognized as one Hodge would brew. She gulped it down greedily, standing up when she was done.

"I'm sorry for rushing out on you. It's just… I can't lose this bag. If my father gets a hold of it…." She shuddered, unable to think of all the power her small bag would give him. She looked back up at Jace, finally noticing how handsome he really was. His blonde curly hair hung in his face and she wanted to brush it out of the way. Wait. What was she thinking? She couldn't get close to anyone, not after what her father had done and what he had threatened.

"Ok. I'm god now. Will you show me to the library?" Jace just nodded, his curiosity shown on his face.

They made it to the library in two minutes. When they walked inside Clary stiffened at the sight of Hodge, and actually flinched at the raven.

She looked straight at Hodge and said, "Send the raven away. I don't want him here." She glared at the raven, and unconsciously grabbed her arm.

"Hugo." Hodge said calmly, but his eyes were full of chaos. "Go." The bird flew off, Clary glaring at it the whole way. Once the bird had flown out of the room Clary looked to Robert and Maryse.

"Hello. You must be the heads of the Institute. Am I correct?" She said very politely.

"Yes, we are. Are you faring well?" Maryse replied, concern filling her tone.

"Yes, I am fine, but I fear I won't be for long. I have something I need to tell you, and I only wish to say it once." Clary took a deep breath, as if to prepare herself, just as Alec and Isabelle barged in.

"Mom! You wanted us?" Maryse paled.

"Is it okay for them to hear this?" she said.

"Yes, I guess so, they're gonna find out anyway. My father is looking for me. He will stop at absolutely nothing to find me either. Well, more specifically my bag, and what's inside it. Am I able to stay here until I can find a safer place?" Robert started chuckling.

"Of course you can. What is one shadowhunter going to do? He can't be that powerful." Clary just shook her head,

"The name Valentine. Valentine Morgenstern. Does it ring any bells?" She asked them, already knowing their answer.

"Yes. Everyone knows him." Maryse said, warily, wondering where I was going with this.

"Well, then you should know my name. Clary Morgenstern. I'm his daughter, and he's looking for me. Nothing will stop him. Can I still stay here?" She asked.

The whole room was silent.

Hodge's eyes were clearly displaying fear now and Clary hooked onto that. She cocked her head at him and he gulped.

"You're a shadowhunter. Of course you can stay." Isabelle said. "It is the Institute."

That broke everyone out of their trance.

"Of course. If keeping your bag from him is what need to be done, it shall." Maryse said. Everyone in the room nodded.

"Thank you." Everyone in the room filed out. Everyone except for Jace and Hodge.

"Jace will you leave us alone please?" Clary asked quietly. He looked reluctant, but left quietly.

"Well, well, well, Hodge. It's been a long time." She said, a cold and calculating expression on her face.

A/N hey! I'm back already! I hope you guys liked it!