Clary walked slowly, silently, wrapped in her own thoughts and preoccupied by the events of the past days. Everything had changed…

Valentine and Jocelyn had a son, whom they had named Jonathon Christopher. Experimenting, Valentine had fed his wife demon blood to see how it would affect the unborn baby. At birth, Jocelyn was repulsed by the black eyes of her baby and suffered from depression. As an anti-depressant Valentine fed Jocelyn angel blood, while not realizing that she was again pregnant. He also gave anti-depressants to a friend of Jocelyn's. After the Uprising, Jocelyn fled taking her unborn baby with her. Jocelyn's friend who was also pregnant died in the Uprising and her baby presumably did also.

Jace was raised by Valentine and everyone, including himself, believed that he was Valentine's son, and therefore a demon child. His relationship with Clary abruptly ended when they found themselves to be brother and sister. In actuality Clary was Valentines daughter and the angel girl, while Jace was not really Jonathon Christopher. Jace was the unborn child whom Valentine saved from the womb, when his mother died. Jace is the angel boy. The real black eyed Jonathon Christopher, is an evil monster who is more demon then he is human. Jace and Clary were not actually brother and sister though they were linked through the fact that they both had angel given abilities.

Jace walked with Clary also in uncharacteristic silence. He was musing through the events of the battle that had recently occurred. Many had perished and things inside the Clave would never be the same…

Using her mysterious angel given gift for creating new runes, Clary created a rune of Alliance. This is so that the Shadowhunters and the often feared Downworlders, vampires, werewolves, and faeries, would ally themselves against Valentine's army of demons. Clary actually saves all of the Clave with her actions. Meanwhile Jace has disappeared…

Jace had run off before the battle had even begun determined to find his 'father' and kill him. He also wanted revenge. Jonathon, had posed as a family friend and killed Jace's adopted 9 year old brother, Max. Jace became locked in a battle with Jonathon and he killed him. Then he set off to find Valentine where he was going to combine the three Mortal Instruments, the Cup, the Sword, and the Mirror. Valentine wanted to call the Angel Raziel in order to purify the Clave, in other words, killing most if not all of them. Clary finds Valentine. Jace is killed and Clary is crippled as Valentine calls the angel. The angel does not wish to honor Valentine however and Valentine is killed. Clary used her powers of the runes to take control of the angel. He grants her the gift of Jace's life.

Both Jace and Clary surfaced from their inner musings, when they arrived at the house Clary was temporarily staying at with her mother, Luke and his sister. They stopped in front of the door, neither willing to depart.

"Did I mention that you look beautiful in that dress?" Jace asked softly.

Clary smiled. "Yes, but thank you."

"Weird day, huh?"

"The weirdest," Clary agreed laughing. Gently Jace reached his hand out so that his fingers brushed Clary's cheek. Clary wondered how her suddenly hammering heart wasn't noticeable.

"I'm glad this doesn't have to change. It never felt right, you know? I knew you couldn't possibly be my sister. There is way to much here for that." With his free hand Jace gestured between the two of them.

Clary stared into Jace's golden eyes for a moment before speaking. "This is what you want?"

Although Jace had made his feelings very clear earlier, she was still unsure of whether Jace felt quite as strongly, now that whatever feelings that he had weren't forbidden.

Jace's fingers stilled. He slid a step closer, so close that Clary could feel the heat coming off of his body. Jace's hand was warm on her face as he curled his palm to cup her cheek.

"Clary, I'm surprised that you could even dream up the notion that I could feel any different for you just because you aren't my 'sister' anymore. If anything I feel for you even stronger because now I know that this isn't just some big cosmic joke aimed at hurting you and I. Why can't you believe that?"

Blushing, Clary shrugged her tiny shoulder, minutely. She had always been small but standing so close to Jace, she suddenly felt like a dwarf. Comparing herself to his golden hair and eyes, she felt especially insignificant with her carrot top hair and freckles. She averted her eyes immediately. His right still on Clary's cheek, Jace used his left hand to coax up her cheek. He wanted to see her eyes. They were a dark green with golden flecks throughout. Her hair was auburn and feel in waves to her shoulders. Clary was sheathed in a silvery dress that looked like a waterfall on her tiny body. Jace lightly traced Clary's lips with the tip of his pinkie finger.

"You know," he said thoughtfully. "You are so much more then you think you are. And you don't know how much I want to kiss you right now."

Clary's eyes widened, but she smiled, just a petite curving of her lips.

Shyly she asked, "So, why don't you?" She watched Jace's face, waiting for a response to show itself in his features. He looked surprised at first but then a careful control settled. He held Clary's face delicately, as if she were a doll. Very, very slowly he lowered his face, all the while staring into Clary's face. When his lips brushed hers, her eyes slipped closed. Jace's did as well as he moved his hands, one to tangle in her hair, the other to hold her back and hug her closer to him. Clary's hands slid up Jace's chest and then moved to lock around his neck. Jace deepened the kiss as he held her tightly, but feeling as though he might break her with his angel given strength. Clary's lips opened suddenly as she pulled in breath. Jace opened his eyes to gaze again into hers.

"Ah hem," The noise came suddenly from behind, causing the teens to jump apart and blush profusely.

Jace ran a hand through his gold locks, embarrassed. "Ah, I was just, uh leaving." With his free hand he gestured to the general direction of where he and Clary had come from.

Jocelyn and Luke stood, holding hands, and staring their expressions somewhat surprised. Jocelyn nodded, while Luke fought a smile.

"Uh, I'll see you, um later." Jace said awkwardly. Clary gave him a chagrined half smile, and he turned and fled into the night. Jocelyn raised an eyebrow, while Clary mentally cringed, she always wished she could do that. She turned and ducked into the house leaving Luke and Jocelyn staring after her.

Luke shrugged. "Teenagers. What can you do?"

Jocelyn smiled and shook her head, still perplexed.