Author's note

Sorry I know I've been MIA on this story I will try to make a chapter every week or 2 weeks at least. Please Read and review let me know what you want to see. I'm going to be showing them growing up in a couple of chapters.

The moving apartment is just how Jonathan remembered it before Clary destroyed it. He remembers that night perfectly. He was so surprised when it blew up into nothing. No one but his little sister could surprise him like that. He was so angry, but at the same time, proud and very turned on. Jonathan laughed out loud at the memory and Valentine gave him an odd look.

"Jonathan. I want you to go to your room for a while. Get dressed for bed. It's the last door on the left." Valentine said as he carried a knocked out Jocelyn up the stairs.

"Yes, father." he said and he walked to his room. It was very plain. The walls were white along with the sheets. He will miss his dark walls and silk covers but father would know something was up if he requested silk sheets. Jonathan goes over to his clothes in the dresser and changes for bed. As he takes off his shirt, he realizes something. His back didn't hurt. He went to his bathroom, dragging a chair from his desk with him. He stepped up on the chair and turned around to look at his back in the mirror. There were no scars from the demon metal yet. He had forgotten what is was like to not have the constant pain in his back. He stared and took in the detail of his smooth and flawless white flesh. 'Maybe now that he has Jocelyn, he won't whip me.' Jonathan thought to himself. But he knew his father probably still would.

He took one last look at his back and got down and put the chair back at the desk. He changed for bed and laid down on his back, enjoying the feeling of the lack of pain as he laid there. He closed his eyes hoping that when he woke up, he would be back in his real body with Clary by his side. He smiled at the thought of waking up next to her beautiful naked body and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next day, Jonathan started to wake. He had the best sleep he's had in years without the constant ache in is back. He felt around hoping Clary was next to him but instead, he felt nothing but cold sheets. He slowly got up and went to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and then looked up at the mirror.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed. He was still a child. He was still a freaking kid. If he hadn't changed back by now, then that means he's not going to. He was going to be stuck like this; in this time and have to grow up all over again. "FUUUCCCCKKKK!" he yelled in frustration pulling at his hair. 'This means I have to wait years to claim Clary as mine!' he thought to himself. Jonathan was not a patient person. He really wasn't. If he wanted something, he took it. He will just have to learn to be patient.

'This will be better. You can turn her against everyone but you. She will only love you. Only want you. Especially now that she will be more like you instead of that angel boy. You just have to wait. You've waited this long and think…. now you can have the childhood you should have had with your sister by your side. Forever.' he thought to himself as he smiled wickedly at his reflection in the mirror.

Months Later…

Jonathan sat in his room reading. He had taken books and hid them in his room so father wouldn't know. He wasn't supposed to know how to read at his age and he didn't want his father to become suspicious but he had to do something to pass time. It was so boring being a child.

He could hear Jocelyn's screams coming from their bedroom. Today was the day that Clarissa was going to be born. Jonathan was indeed excited to see her for the first time. He wondered if by giving that woman his and Lilith's blood, if it changed Clarissa's appearance. He hoped it didn't change that much. He loved her fiery color of hair and her bright green eyes. Another loud scream from Jocelyn and then Jonathan heard the sound of a baby crying. He put the book back in its hiding place under a loose floor board by his desk. He quickly ran down the hall to their bedroom door and knocked on it.

"What is it?" his father asked from behind the door. He could hear his little sister was still crying.

"Father, can I see my little sister?" Jonathan asked in his cute child voice.

"Come in." his father said. Jonathan walked in scanning the room for her. He looked over and saw Jocelyn holding a crying bundle in her arms. Jocelyn was smiling down at her and trying to rock her to get her to stop, but nothing was working. "Here, dear. Let me hold her." Val said, taking the baby in his arms. He tried to soothe her but she still wouldn't stop crying.

"Father, can I see her?" young Jonathan asked, trying to peak at the little bundle wrapped up in a pink blanket in his father's arms.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Jonathan." his father said as he looked at him with worry. "She is still fragile because she was only just born."

"I won't hurt her." young Jonathan said.

"Val….no." Jocelyn protested.

"It's okay, honey. I'll be right here next to Jonathan. He won't try to hurt her. Will you Jonathan?" Val said in a stern voice.

"She is my little sister. I would never want to hurt her." he said with conviction. Which is true. He never wanted to hurt her but sometimes he just couldn't control himself. That's why he had hurt her in the past.

"Here, Jonathan. Hold her head like this. Be very careful and gentle with her." Val said placing the crying baby in his arms while showing him how to hold her head with his hand to support her head.

Jonathan held her close to his chest but was gentle so as not to hurt her. He gazed down at her, seeing her for the first time. Her skin was as pale as he remembered. It looked like porcelain. She had no freckles on her face now but her hair was still the color of fire. Only it seems to be much brighter than before. She still hadn't opened her eyes. He couldn't wait to see them. Were they going to be green still? Were they going to be black like his or perhaps a dark shade of green?

"Hello, little sister." young Jonathan said softly to her as he touched her check. At the sound of his voice, the baby finally opened her eyes. They were bright green with gold flecks and a black and silver ring around the iris. It was only visible to Jonathan because of his enhanced eye sight. She looked up at him and stopped crying. She just stared at up at him. "I'm your big brother." he smiled at her.

Jonathan never liked babies. All they did was eat, poop, and cry but Clary, Jonathan thought, was different. She was adorable. He thought he would never use that word to describe anything. She had fat chubby cheeks as she smiled up at him and giggled. He couldn't help but let out a small laugh too.

"She's not crying anymore. What did you do?" his father demanded.

"Nothing. I'm just talking to her." young Jonathan said. "See?" Jonathan says turning Clary towards him so he could see she was fine. "She already loves me." he said as he smiled down at little Clary. Valentine looked at his son holding the baby with a puzzled look on his face and Jonathan saw Val's hand twitch. He could tell his father wanted to write in his journal as he observed them.

"What do you want to name her, dear?" Valentine asked his wife, but she was silent as she watched Jon hold his little sister with a blank look on her face. "I know... how about Seraphina?" Val said.

"No!" Jonathan said loudly. His father looked at him with confusion which soon turned to anger. "Her name is Clarissa." Jonathan said as he looked down at the little girl who was the only one to ever hold his heart as she smiled up at him. "My Clarissa Adel Morgenstern…. Mine." he whispered the last part to himself