Chapter 2

Im back! I won't update for a little bit because exams…. UGH! BUT I have Monday and Tuesday off… I think… so I will try and update then! Okay, enough of my grade 9 problems, here is Chapter 2!

Clary wiped a few tears away and pulled back from Jonathan, before slapping him, again. He felt hands grabbing her wrists and pulling her back. "Okay, no need for violence." said Jace, in his usual sarcastic tone. "It's fine." Jonathan said, holding his cheek. "I deserve it. After all," he looked at Jace for a second then back at Clary. "You shouldn't abandon your 15 year old sister after your parents vanish off the face of the earth."

Clary was sitting across from Jonathan on her couch. A angry look on her face. She was feeling too many mixed emotions. She was surprised to see him. She was exasperated that he only decided to show up now. She was happy to see him. She was mad he abandoned her. She was glad he was alive. She was sad her parents were still missing, or dead. Jonathan didn't say a word. He knew she was angry with him. He expected that. And he let her feel that way.

Jace came into the room with a ice pack, wrapped in a cloth for Jonathan. "Thanks." he said, taking the ice pack. "No problem. I know how hard she hits." Jace said with a smirk, sitting next to Clary. Jon smiled at her. "So Clare, you still got those iron fingers?" Clary gave him a shrug, while Jace looked at him, confused. "She would hit me if I annoyed her." he said and Clary threw a book at him. "Ow!" he yelled as the book hit him flat on the chest. Clary gave a small chuckle. "Ör she would throw stuff." he said, winded from the book. Clary lifted another book and raised it above her head. "Okay I'm sorry!" he yelled, holding his hands out in defence.

Clary sat back down on the couch and Jonathan took the ice pack off his face and held it to his chest. "So Jonathan," Jace asked. "Why are you here?" Jonathan took a breath and lowered the ice pack before setting out on the couch. "I came here to tell her I'm sorry." Jace looked at him while Clary leaned back on the couch. "For…?" he asked and Jonathan gave him a sigh. "What are you my kindergarten teacher?" he asked. Jace shrugged and motioned for him to continue. "And because of Dad."

Clary looked up. "D-Dad?" she asked, leaning forward. "But that's impossible Mom and Dad are d-" she froze. She remembered Armel's words that night. He's very much alive. But she couldn't say the same for her mother. "They're alive." Jonathan said. Clary's heart burned. He thought they were both alive. "Jon," she said, tears stinging her eyes. "Mom's…" she could barely finish the sentence before the tears came. Jonathan leaned forward, brushing his white hair out of his eyes. "No…" he whispered, not believing it. Clary stood up and walked, well, ran to her brother before crashing down on top of him in tears.

Jace had received a phone call and walked outside, picking the flowers up and slipping them in the mailbox so they wouldn't be crushed. He picked up the phone and waited for what ever he was about to hear. "Hello?" he asked, then Isabelle's voice came on the phone. "Hey Jace. Is Clary with you?" she said, her voice sounding worried for her good friend. Jace sighed. "She's alright. I think." he responded. "You think? Jace what's going on?" He looked back at the house, hearing Clary's muffled cries and Jonathan trying to calm her. "Jace I can hear crying. What's going on?" Jace sighed. How was he supposed to say this? 'Everything's fine! Clary's just feeling mixed emotions right now because she just found her mom's remains and had to tell her older brother who abandoned her when she was 15 and they are now crying on the couch while we are having this conversation.' That was never going to work. "She'll tell you later, what do you need?"

"Nothing, really, I… we wanted to see how she was doing aaaand if she was going to come back soon." she responded. He heard a small conversation in the background, that sounded like Simon, Maia and Hodge. "I don't know…" just then the door opened and Clary and Jonathan walked out. "Who are you talking to?" Clary asked. Her voice was steady but her eyes were a little puffy. "It's Isabe-" he couldn't finish, Clary stole his phone and held it to her ear. "Hey Iz. What's up?" she said quickly, earning a surprised gasp out of Isabelle. "Clary, hey! We were wondering how you were and, well, when you were planning on coming back." Clary gave a small smile. "Be there in five." she said then hung up. She gave Jace back his phone and walked over to the car, waiting for it to be unlocked. Jace turned to Jonathan, who had a small smile on his face. "Was she always like this?" he asked and Jonathan chuckled. "She was far worse." Then a rock hit him in the head and they heard Clary call "I heard you!"

Wow Clary got violent! It's only temporary though… or not. She's just dealing with a whole lot of crap as you can see, man it would suck to be her! And it only gets better! (Note: that was sarcasm.) I might take longer to update, with exams and all PLUS writers block. DONT KILL ME PLEASE! Jace you'll help me right?

Jace: Nope.

Me: Come on! I let you live in the last one!

Jace: Still no.

Me: Clary?

Clary: No way! Not after all you did, sure I'm still alive but you're torturing me here!

Me: Well, maybe I'll just have to put you out of you missery… hehehe

Jonathan: Don't you dare! *starts hitting me with a book*

Me: Okay I'm sorry!

Until my bruises heal and I get a sorry cupcake from someone. *cough* Jonathan *cough*

Jonathan: Not gonna happen.

Well, then until I have time. See ya!

-TBBG