Ok to start, I completely forgot the disclaimer on this story so I do apologize but: Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments, those as well as all the characters belong to Cassandra Claire. I am writing this for only my own amusement and receive no final or other gain from this story or any others that I write.

Second I am sorry it has taken so long to update and the chapter is a little shorter than I typically like to write. Honestly there has been a lot of things going on in my life as well as the lives around me. These things will continue to impact my life for honestly a few weeks, I am ready for my life to go back to normal and once they do, I am confident that my writing will go back to normal as well.

Thank you all for the wonderful reviews, I absolutely love hearing from each and every one of you. Even with these troubling times it makes my day better every time I hear from one of you. Oh and I am very excited to tell you all that I got a new tattoo on Saturday, which I will make as the cover picture for this story. This is a picture of me, and my new tattoo, yes it is really real. Now on to the story, I hope you all enjoy, there are some slight lemons in the chapter but nothing too big.

Chapter 4

Sebastian walked the dark and empty halls, there were fewer guards on duty in the evenings but he was hoping he would run into a few of them. Hearing the crack as the guards bones shattered under his touch was like finally giving in and scratching an itch you have been trying to ignore. But it only made the itch worse; he wanted to do it again and again until the floor beneath him ran red with blood. Sebastian was disappointed when he made it all the way to the door without encountering a single guard. Sebastian reached out for the handle of the door and paused with his hand merely inches away. He thought about going back around the halls trying to see if he could find someone. He shook his head slightly, as pleasurable at it would be, he had other matters to attend to.

He extended his hand fully touching the knob. Lights came on around him temporarily startling him. Figures emerged from the shadows holding witch lights high in the air. The light bounced off the walls blinding Sebastian with their light and power. It was like going outside on a very sunny day after a giant snow fall, the light reflecting off each snow crystal. That moment of blindness was all the guards needed before they descended on Sebastian. They used runes to bind him, not only by the hands but also by the feet. If there had been fewer and if he had not been caught off guard he would have had a chance to fight them off.

Once he was secured tightly a new figure immerged from behind the blinding light, a wide smile etched across her face. "I always knew it was a matter of time before you showed us your real side." She smirked. "Take him away to his new cell, make sure the one next to him is cleared and ready, it won't be long before his sister shows her true colors as well." The woman laughed then turned and walked away.

Sebastian's blood boiled, she was talking about Clary. No one would hold her hostage; no one would harm a hair on her head, not if he had any say about it. They had messed with the wrong person. Sebastian was lead away; he did not struggle or fight. He knew how to play their game and this slight set back only showed him that he had grown soft and self-assured. They took him lower beneath the building than he had ever been taken before. It was a lot like descending into the underground of the Silent Brothers. He wondered if they would have cells down here too, and if he would have any company other than his sister they were planning for.

The cell he was brought to had no window for him to tell day from night. He really didn't mind the darkness. It was made of large stone with runes carved into it, containment runes so he could not escape. There was a large set of heavy iron bars that formed the doorway where he was led in. The guard did not follow him into his cell and instead instructed Sebastian to turn and put his hands through the narrow bars to be released. Once he was freed from his bindings he turned to find the guard already gone. There were no other prisoners on this level so far as he could tell and Sebastian was surrounded by darkness and silence.

The area where he was to sleep was nothing more than a large slab of stone that stood 3 foot tall from the ground. It was completely smooth but also utterly cold. Sebastian lay down and felt a shiver run through his whole body, it was as if the heat was being stolen from his body. He turned to the side so as little of his body touched the cold stone. He fell asleep thinking about the warm rivers that flowed through the rocky planet he had begun to miss. Maybe Clary would like it there too.

Jace and Clary walked hand in hand through the city pointing out all the buildings he knew and what they were used for. Several were homes of Shadowhunters whose family had lived in Alicante for years. Clary wondered how different she would be if she had been raised in this life and not as a Mundane. It really was beautiful here and the people were all like her, she finally felt like she was home.

The buildings looked old but well cared for. There was no glamour here for Clary to look through. She wanted so desperately to sit and paint the buildings with the sun setting just behind the mountain ranges in the background. As it turned to night the tall wards made of admas began to glow dimly. She felt surrounded by angelic presence and it made her feel comfortable. Jace didn't talk much other than explaining the buildings, he was letting her just enjoy the sights.

They had wandered around until it was well after dark. The stars did not shine as brightly here because of the ward towers, but some of the brightest ones could still be seen in the night sky. Jace led Clary slowly through the city, heading back to the house they would be staying in. Jace stopped in front of their building and saw with amusement that Clary did not recognize that this one was theirs. He walked up to the front door opening it and saw Clary's surprise before she registered that she was back "home."

"I think I am going to need you with me all the time when I walk around, I get all turned around." Clary said following Jace in the door.

"You don't need to come up with an excuse to follow me around, I know I am irresistible." He said wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her roughly into his chest crashing his lips to hers. She could feel him smile into the kiss and she wrapped her arm around the back of his head. The kiss deepened instinctually and their tongues dance with each other. Clary tugged the little hairs as the back of his neck causing Jace to growl low in his throat.

He broke from the kiss to pull back to look in Clary's eyes, they were dilated and slightly crossed as she looked up to him. It was like she was on a drug and that drug's name was Jace. "Do you think we can finish what we started earlier without being interrupted again?" She said breathlessly.

Jace smiled looking down to her; he bent for a slow and passionate kiss pouring all his love for her into that one moment. "I don't care if the damn Queen of England comes knocking, I'm not stopping for anything." He whispered against her lips, sending shivers through her body. Jace returned to the kiss this time more urgent and needy.

His hands roamed lower slowly feeling the dip of her back. He ran his fingers side to side across the small of her back as he kissed her, feeling her body shutter against him. His hands flattened as he moved lower, one hand for each cheek until he got to her thighs. He lifted her forcefully making her cry out in surprise. Clary wrapped her legs around his waist, happy to be closer to the same height as he was. Their bodies were flush and Clary could feel the heat rolling off is body as her own felt hot to the point of being uncomfortable. She needed to be rid of her clothes but couldn't take her hands off him either.

There was a small table beside the door, Jace turned and set her on it roughly in his hurry. Clary moaned as her back hit the wall, the decorative figures that had been placed on the table sliding and falling to the floor with a crash. Jace was still there between her legs but now she had enough room to begin to rid herself of her clothes that were beginning to suffocate her. She grabbed the hem of her sweater she had put on to go out for their walk, pulling it quickly over her head before their lips reconnected. Clary grabbed his bottom lip with her teeth and pulled lightly. Jace growled; he liked it when she played rough.

Clary wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and pulling him into her as she pushed his jacket down his arms letting it fall haphazardly to the ground. Jace's hand twisted into her hair grabbing as much of it as he could and pulled her head back so he could slide from her lips to her throat. Clary moaned with pleasure as he sucked on the tender skin at the base of her neck. He made her feel beautiful and powerful like no one else had ever made her feel before. Her hands roamed down the front of his white shirt feeling his hard muscles beneath the thin fabric. She wandered down slowly as he was surely making a mark on her neck from his insistent biting and sucking. At the moment she didn't even care.

Clary found her way to the hem of his shirt, sliding her finger across the small strip of skin before the edge of his pants. She felt Jace shudder under her touch and she dipped a single finger lower, running beneath the band of his boxers. Jace stopped working on her neck; he raised his head to look Clary in the eyes. She looked up at him, her green eyes large and innocent looking while she continued the back and forth movement of her finger.

She never broke eye contact as she removed her finger and started to unbuckle his belt. Jace was breathing heavy and Clary reveled in her power over him. She unlatched the belt and headed for the button of his jeans.

There was a loud knock at the door right next to them causing Clary to jump. Jace snapped out of his fixation and looked to the door with an incredulous look. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." He exhaled.

Clary reached her hand up to Jace's face, pulling him to look at her once more. "Not even for the Queen of England remember?" She said sweetly pulling him into a kiss. There was another loud knock at the door, followed by several more; it was the kind of knock someone with authority used.

"In the name of the Clave we demand you open the door or we will open it for you." A voice boomed from the outside.

Jace exhaled loudly and Clary unlocked her ankles from around his waist. Clary remained seated on the table as Jace opened the door, interrupting yet another set of loud knocks. "What do you.." Jace started but several guards pushed past him into the house. They spotted Clary on the table next to the door, the younger guard from earlier blushed noticeably looking to the floor.

"Clarissa Fray-Morgenstern you are under investigation of the Clave, you need to come with us." The leader of the pack said, pulling his stele.

"What has she done?" Jace said taking a step forward but was pushed back by a middle aged guard, clearly still in excellent shape.

"Don't touch him." Clary yelled as she hopped off the table.

"Turn around, place your hands behind your back." The lead guard said.

"And if I don't?" Clary said crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Then we will make you." The lead guard said with a sly smile stretching across his face.

Clary looked to Jace who was being held back by the middle aged guard. He was readying himself for a fight, and things would only be worse if Jace were to hit a guard of the Clave. Clary would have to do this to save him from himself. "Fine, I will go with you, but I expect some answers when you get me there." She said, slowly turning around placing wrist over wrist behind her back. She felt a burning sensation as a rune was drawn on her arm, and then her hands were circled in flames. If she struggled even in the slightest bit she would be burned.

"Make sure she doesn't have a stele on her." The lead guard said, nodding to the younger one Clary had met earlier. He gave Clary an apologetic look and then patted her down. He found her stele sheathed in her boot like she usually carried it and held it up to show the leader before pocketing it.

Clary was lead out the door; she looked back at Jace, moving her hands slightly my mistake causing them to burn slightly. Jace was still being held to the wall, fists clenched to his sides. Clary gave him a shake of her head telling him not to do anything. She saw him hesitantly relax slightly, and once she was pulled onto the road the guard released him and then followed them through the door. The guard closed the door on his way out and Clary stared after until she could no longer see Jace.

They led her toward the large building she had been in earlier in the day, none of them talking or even particularly looking at her. "So are you going to tell me why you dragged me out of the house you put me in during the middle of the night?" Clary asked. None of them said a word or looked in her direction. "I guess I will take that as a no." She said looking down; this was definitely not how she saw her night going.