Chapter 3

I return! I got a AWESOME idea for this fanfic and I'm SO excited to write it! (Has anyone else had the problem where it says 'Jace'is spelled wrong? It's weird right?) Well, let's get on with this!

Clary, Jace and Jonathan arrived at the Institute after a long, awkward car ride. No one talked, the radio was off, it was, well, awkward. Once they arrived, Clary and Jace hopped out of the car, walking up to the Institute while Jonathan lagged behind. He took a moment to take in the scene before him. The Institute, was a large, white brick building, fairly large windows that reflected the morning sun, spreading a bright line across the building. Or, the better half. On the right side of the building, the white brick, was charred black. The top corner of the wall had completely caved in, as well as part of the roof.

He increased his pace to catch up with Jace and Clary, who had already reached the door. Once inside, Clary was attacked by Isabelle. She ran to her friend and jumped on top of her, knocking her to the floor. "Iz!" Clary chuckled, trying to get up off of the floor. Isabelle stood up brushing the dirt off her black skirt and reaching a and down to help Clary off the floor. "Sorry," she muttered before enveloping her friend in a hug. "Are you okay?" Clary nodded, before pulling away. "Isabelle," Clary said stepping to the side so Jonathan was visible. "This is my brother Jon-" she couldn't finish the sentence, because Isabelle had walked over to Jonathan, and punched him square in the nose.

"Iz!" Clary yelled while Simon pulled Isabelle off her brother. Jon held his hand in the air, signaling that he was okay, besides the fact that his nose was bent at an obscure angel and blood was running from it. Jace lifted Jon to his feet, he stumbled slightly, but gained his balance once again. "What was that all about?" Simon asked. He didn't really know who Jonathan was, or what he did. "That son of a bitch abandoned her when she was only 15!" she said through gritted teeth. She tried to go at him again, but Simon, with the help of Clary and Hodge, who had just walked in, they managed to calm her down. They had enough murders on their hands.

After a lot of explaining, Clary, with the help of Jonathan, explained to everyone her past. That before, was completely off limits. Isabelle was the only one Clary ever told, up until now. If anyone asked about her past, she would ignore them, but once, after Simon asked a few too many questions, she exploded. She yelled in his face and told him to 'shut the fuck up', which was weird because Clary was usually quiet, calm and rational. (Even if she was a little too rational with some things.) Once Isabelle had calmed down, she was willing to forgive Jonathan. Though, she was still not to bright on the idea of trusting him.

"Jon, could you follow me into my office?" Clary asked, standing up from where she was seated in the caff. Jonathan rose from his seat before following his sister into her office. It was messy, like her room when they were kids, but with alot of boxes and papers,even some human remains from Guatemala. A patella here, a temporal bone there, even a femur just laying on her desk, half buried in a stack of papers. "Nice place you've got here." he said with a hint of sarcasm. Clary walked behind him and shut the door, then locking it.

Jonathan turned to face her, but his expression dropped when he saw her. SHe had a look of anger and sadness on her face. "Clare," he began, backing up slightly as she advanced. "Wha-" "Why did you do it?" she said, her voice was off balance, it sounded like she would cry, but her stern look said otherwise. "How could you leave me? Mom and Dad where gone and you left me." Jon stood there, frozen. He didn't know how he could answer her. "I was fifteen. I was only in grade ten. You were graduating. Why did you leave me? I needed you."

Jon took a breath. "I left, for you." Clary looked up into his dark eyes, once thought to be black, turned out to be a dark chocolate brown. "Wha- that doesn't make any sense." she said but Jonathan shushed her. "There is so much you don't understand right now and I am going to explain it all." Clary stood stunned at his statement, she knew so little, and yet she felt like she knew nothing at all, not even her name.

"About two days ago, I was in L.A., when I got a letter."

Jonathan was looking out his apartment window, gazing out on the beach as the wind played with his white hair. He waved at the two teenagers that ran across the white sandy beach, splashing each other with the cool blue waves that ran up and down the shore. Emma and Julian were their names. He met them merely a month ago when he moved into the apartment next to theirs. He sighed. Emma reminded him so much of Clary when she was that age. There was a knock on the door, and he quickly rushed to answer it.

"Yes?" he said, opening the door. No one was there, just a letter. He picked it up and walked back inside, taking a seat on the couch before opening the letter.

"I was expecting a letter from the owner of the apartment, since I was only renting it. That was not what I got." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to Clary.

C.M.,

This is your father. This is important. It's about your sister. Just as I feared, Clermont is back. He's after her because he's the only one he can actually pin-point at the moment. I need you to get to New York as soon as you can. Her life is on the line. But be careful, Clermont could, and will, try to hurt you. You know what he's capable of. I'll be leaving for France in a week. Hopefully Clermont will find out and follow me, leaving you two out of this. I'm sorry I got you two involved. Now all that running had been for nothing. But please, stay safe.

V.M.

Only tell her what you think is necessary. But if she knows about Clermont, you can tell her. Just stay safe.

Clary stood there for a moment. "Wait, Clermont? A-as in, Armel Clermont?" Jonathan nodded, slowly. "How do you know him?" he asked. Clary sighed, God I have a lot of explaining to do.

Clary explained what had happened, the murder, Armel, even the bombing and the kidnapping. By the end of it, Jonathan's face was as pale as his hair. "Oh god." he breathed out, running his hands through his hair. Clary sat down on her desk, her flaming red curls forming a curtain around her freckled face. "So, Mom and Dad left, to keep us safe," she said, Jon nodded, pulling his hands out of his hair. "And you left, to keep me safe." Jon nodded again, sitting down in the chair close to the door. Clary looked at the letter again. "Who's C.M.?" she asked.

"When I was seven, and you were only two, the accident happened."

Armel Clermont was a killer. Or he used to be. Before his daughter Sayla. But his past, finally caught up to him. Valentine Morgenstern and Daniel Young. Former Soldiers in the Military, now hired Assassins for a man known as 'Spades'. Valentine and Daniel were being hunted by one of 'Spades' rivals, 'Wake'. Armel used to work for 'Wake', but he left to raise his daughter. And now, Valentine and Daniel were sent to kill him.

Armel was out with his daughter that day. They were going to the park, when Daniel spotted Armel. They approached him, they wanted to find a way out of their task. They couldn't kill him, not when he had a daughter to look after. Valentine and Daniel knew that all too well, they had kids of their own. That's when all hell broke loose. The man sent to kill Valentine and Daniel went to shoot them and run, but he missed. They moved too quickly. Daniel and Valentine hit the ground, and the bullets hit Sayla. The young girl, no older that eight, long brown hair, blue eyes, gone. In two seconds.

"He told me that the day before he left. But, as for who C.M. is…"

Valentine needed to hide. He needed to take his family and run. Armel, he was out of the killing game, but now, he had no more reason to stay out. He was back. And he would stop at nothing, to get revenge. Valentine arrived home to his wife and two kids. His son, Christopher, and his daughter Adele. He had this plan ready for months. Just incase something went wrong. They would change their names, move to New York, live a normal life.

"Christopher," Valentine, now Trayson Fray, called to his son. The young, white haired boy walked up to his father. "Yes daddy?" he asked. "There is a man, after me. And he wants to hurt you and your sister." he said, kneeling down in front of his son. "So Chris, I want you to forget about Chris. You're Jonathan. Jonathan Fray. You're sister, is Clarissa Fray. If you tell anyone, you will be killing your mother and your sister. Say your name."

"Jonathan Fray." "Again." "Jonathan Fray. "Again." They said it together. "Jonathan Fray, Jonathan Fray, Jonathan Fray,

Jonathan Fray." he said. He looked up at Clary, she had tears stinging her eyes. "So, my whole life," she said, her voice sounded like she was about to cry. And she was. "is a lie." Jonathan walked up to her, trying to comfort her, she shoved his hands away. "Don't touch me." she said as calmly as she could and stormed out of her office. "Clare!" Jon called to her, she stopped and turned to face him. "Who?" she asked in an irritated tone. "I don't know who you're talking about Christopher." she spat, he was taken aback by her tone. "I am Adele Morgenstern, because Clarissa Fray, apparently doesn't even exist!" The tears fell, streaming down her face. She ran outside and crashed onto the concrete, leaning against the charred brick. She heard footsteps, and looked up to see Jace, walking towards her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning down next to her, brushing one of her red curls out of the way. "I don't know." she said, wiping the tears off her face. "I don't even know who I am anymore." Jace tilted her chin up to look her in the eyes. "I know, exactly, who you are." he said, wiping away the few tears that escaped her eyes once again. "And who might that be?" she asked, unsure of what he meant. Jace put a hand on either side of her face, their nose's inches apart. "You are Clarissa Fray." he said. Clary looked at him for a moment, his golden eyes staring into hers. "And I won't let anything happen to you." /sh looked at him, as if she didn't believe him. "Why?" she asked, and inched closer to him, a few tears escaped her eyes once again but Jace brushed them away. "Because I love you."

The distance between them closed. And while they were lost in their own words,somethign dark had happened. While Jonathan was leaving out the back door of the Institute for some fresh air, little did he know, that a certain someone, was waiting to start another plan to avenge his daughter.

WHATS GONNA HAPPEN WHATS GONNA HAPPEN!? I DONT KNOW! Sorry for the wait! I was busy and writers block is a real jerk! I have this story planned out! It's just a matter of getting there. Happy (late) Valentines day! Cupcakes to all you lonley people out there! I know how it feels, my younger brother and cousin have freaking girlfriends! What's up with that?! Enough of my problems, I'll see you when I see you!

-TBBG