I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry that I havent updated in forever. It's just that I was more into reading than writing lately. And to be completely honest I've had this one wrote up for a long time.

I let you read now. Just don't be mad, be happy that the next chapter is finally up

I had been watching them for a week now. All three of them; the two Lightwood siblings and Jace.

Isabelle Lightwood, AKA hot one (Simons words not mine), seemed to be the most interesting of the group. She liked wearing short little dresses, or revealing tops, and she never went anywhere with out high heels and her whip. She was vicious when they were hunting, and ruthless when insulted. She was witty, like Jace, and the two seemed to be in constant state of argument. From what I had gathered from their constant bickering at Tiki's, she was also a horrible cook. I liked her.

Alec Lightwood, AKA withdrawn one (Simon again) was the most mysterious of the group. He was the eldest, yet he seemed to be less honed in the shadowhunting way. When they did go hunting he seemed to be always watching Isabelle's and Jace's back with his trusty bow that he took with him. He didn't talk much, just seemed to nod his head or give a slight smile as a reaction to anything. We are also pretty sure that he is in a relationship with Mangus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn. You do not want to know how we figured that out.

Finally there was Jace Herondale/Wayland, AKA golden boy. (We both agreed on this one.) The queen was right about his skills; he harnessed the angel's gift. When they fought he was a blur of gold furry. He barely ever got hurt, even when rushing into stupid situation that most Shadowhunters are age wouldn't make it out of. His whole life seemed to revolve around training and fighting. This gave him a cocky bastard smugness that I hadn't seen with are brief time together. The bad news was he was also more alert to his surroundings. I almost got caught two times when we were watching him, I'm almost positive that he saw me at least once. Like I said before, flaming red hair is pretty hard to hide.

I had finally decided that it was time for me to talk to them again. I had to get buddy, buddy with them anyways. Like it or not I was going to need their help, especially Jace's. Beside it was nice to think that I was expanding my friend base to four instead of one.

So there I was. Standing across from the New York institute, marked up and ready for anything. Of course I was more or less ready for the three of them to hurry up and get outside. I was really starting to get bored standing in my bad ass, mysterious stance. (Arms crossed feet shoulder width apart, smirk on face.) And I did look bad ass. I had dark washed boyfriend shorts and a simple red tank top on. Covering that was my favorite leather jacket, and I was wearing my black high heeled boots. My red hair was braided to the side, and I had made sure to actually put on slight amount of make up on. I kept telling myself that I just wanted to impress the style diva Isabelle, but it wasn't easy when your best friend kept telling you it was for another reason. I shook my head getting off that train of thought and decided to ponder the advantages of sitting down when I heard it. The ugly, creaking sound of the elevator coming down from the institute

Finally, they where coming.

"Izzy you burnt toast!" I heard Jace exclaim, "The simple act of making toast and you messed it up."

"Well if you want toast you can damn well make it yourself!" Isabelle yelled back, "Right Alec."

"Mmmm." Was Alec's incoherent reply. I snickered at their antics. Jace and Isabelle never seized to surprise me with their arguing.

"See Alec agrees." She said. Jace rolled his eyes.

"Izz I don't think Mmmm actually means anything," he said opening the gate to the institute. They where close now, if one of them looked up from there argument, or Alec stopped looking at the ground, they would see me.

"I think it means I agree." Isabelle said.

"Well I think…." Jace broke off as his eyes landed on me. I gave him a giant smirk and a little wave, "Clary." He said.

"You think Clary Jace?" Isabelle said rolling her eyes, "that doesn't make any sense."

"No you idiot," Jace said, "Clary, as in the noun, at the moment referring to a person. For example; I talked to Clary. Clary being the noun."

"Shut up you asswhole I know that," Isabelle mumbled, "I just don't know…You!" she finally looked up. I gave her a smile. "You're the girl from the club." She said.

"Yes I am." I said giving all three of them a smile now. Alec had looked up but only recognized me with a slight nod of his head. "I told you I would see you again." I told Jace, he just smiled.

"Why are you here Green Eyes?" Jace asked walking over, closely fowled by his friends, "I thought you said you would never go to the institute."

"I'm not in the institute Jace," I said in a duh voice, "Not even on the property. I'm merely standing across the street from it."

"Well you're in a sarcastic mood today." Jace noted.

"It's been a good week." I said in reply

"Well that is always good," Isabelle said pushing her way pass Jace and towards me. She had a smile on her face. "It is also always good when someone can out wit Jace. You are now my new favorite person." She reached out and grabbed my hand forcefully to shake. "I think we started are relationship badly. I'm Isabelle Lightwood."

"Clary Fray." I said smiling.

"Fray?" she said catching on to the same thing that Jace had.

"Don't ask." Jace mumbled under his breath. I just smiled.

"Well Clary we were just about to go to Tiki's," Isabelle said, "Would you care to join us?"

"I would love too." I smiled happily. Isabelle squeaked before looping her arm in mine like we were already best friends and starting to drag me away.

As we made are way to Tiki's Isabelle deemed it necessary to tell me the majority of her life story and part of Alec's. Jace stayed close to us, always spitting his two sense in to the story are making a witty reply. Even Alec joined into the conversation after awhile. I was happy to report that by the time we got to Tiki's I was laughing and actually enjoying myself. Something that I hadn't done in quite awhile.

"So Clary," Isabelle started as she slid into the red leather booth. I slid into the booth across from her fowled closely by Jace. Isabelle rolled her eyes at this. "Tell us something about you." I looked at her an eyebrow raised. Jace snorted.

"Anything," Isabelle said, "Family, hobbies, favorite color." I chuckled slightly.

"Family…it's complicated. But what I can tell you is that I have a wonderful mother who will go nameless, and a great step father who will also go nameless."

"Siblings?" Isabelle asked.

"Complicated."

"Wait a second," Jace said from beside me, "I asked these questions and you just brushed me off! What the hell makes Izzy any different then me?"

"Very simple Jace," I said grinning, "You're you and she is well…her."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"When does anything I say make sense to you?" I asked him. Jace frowned at this and I heard Alec laugh from where he was sitting next to Isabelle. "Anyways." I said continuing like Jace hadn't interrupted me, "Hobbies are fighting, training, and the occasional drawing. I'm quite talented if I do say myself. And as for a favorite color I would have to say dark blue." I stopped there and all three looked at me expectedly. Like they actually thought I was going to continue. Haven't they learned anything from our brief acquaintanceship. I never tell more than I have too.

I was saved from the awkward moment by a platinum blond faire that walked over to get are orders, making googily eyes at Jace. I didn't like that at all.

"Hey there Goldie." The waitress said giving him a flirty smile. Isabelle rolled her eyes at this before sticking her nose back into the menu. "What would you like today?" Jace didn't seem to notice the advances of the pretty fey girl, but instead looked more concentrated on his menu. Finally he put it down and made eye contact with her.

"The usual for me Kaelie," he said giving her a little wink, I stifled my laugh by biting my lip. This didn't go unnoticed by Kaelie who gave me a glare in return.

"Same for me." Alec said from the other side of the table.

"And me." Isabelle said chirpily, but her eyes held a distaste for the fey.

"And what about you?" Kaelie asked me with a pointed glare.

"Just get me a basket of fries. I feel like something salty." I said giving her my angel smile. Kaelie just rolled her eyes before sass-shaying off to place the orders. When she left all three sets of eyes went back to me, and the awkward moment was making a strong comeback.

"Yes?" I asked with a sickly sweet voice that came off very sarcastic. Honestly I was impressed with myself.

"Anything else you would like too share with us?" Isabelle asked. I leaned back in my seat a look of fake concentration on my face.

"Nope," I said popping the p, "nothing I can think of."

"What about certain abilities?" Jace asked me. I turned to him eyebrows raised.

"You didn't tell them did you?" I asked in a plain voice. Jace smiled slightly.

"Tell us what?" Alec asked.

"The day that Jace paid me a little visit." I replied still looking at him.

"What?" Isabelle shouted, "Jace Wayland you went to see her without us! I thought we made a deal that…"

"Izzy, Izzy, Izzy," Jace said shaking his head slightly, "When have I ever upheld any deals."

"That," Isabelle said sinking into her seat, "Is a very good question."

"So what happened?" Alec asked, obviously annoyed at his friend and the fact that he didn't have any answers. Well I guess he was going to get much anyways.

"We went to the Seelie Court," Jace said, "Paid the queen a visit."

"She wasn't very nice." I commented.

"No thanks to you." Jace mumbled under his breath. I ignored the comment.

"And?" Isabelle asked moving to the edge of her seat.

"She gave us cryptic riddles for answers, and I found out nothing at all." Jace said.

"That is a lie." I said rolling my eyes, "One; you found about my ability and the fact that you have one too. Two; I also found out an exceptionally important piece of data."

"Special ability?" asked Alec. Jace sighed.

"Alec you have noticed that Clary here is covered in some pretty weird runes?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I just thought that we haven't learned them yet." Alec replied.

"No Alec," Jace said rolling his eyes at his friend, "We've learned every single ruin in the Gray Book. Clary's special ability is that she can create new ones."

"It's true," I said shrugging like it was nothing, "I can." A silence over came our table as Alec and Isabelle absorbed the information. Finally Isabelle mustered the will power to speak.

"That…that…that's impossible." She stuttered out. I gave her a slight smile.

"No," I said, "I'm pretty sure that it is."

"Prove it." Alec said suddenly, sounding almost jealous. Hell who was I kidding he was jealous. I would be jealous of me. I sighed.

"Fine," I said looking at Izzy, "Give me your arm." She reached her arm out looking excited for what was about to happened.

"Why does Izzy get the cool rune?" Jace wined from beside me.

"Because I like her more." I said in the same voice. I heard Jace huff beside me, but he stayed quiet as I took out my steel and began to draw.

I decide to draw conceal. It was simple and would get my point apart. I started with the long curving line of the rune, before making a swirling x crossing over the middle. There was a flash and suddenly all of Isabelle's runes faded away. Alec and Izzy gasped.

"And that is why we can't see your runes right now?" Asked Alec.

"Yeppers." I said smiling, "It's called conceal and I made it up all by myself. Oh by the way Izzy it's permanent. If you want someone to see the runes you just will it and BAM runes are back."

"HA!" Isabelle suddenly shouted standing up and pointing her finger at Jace, "I've got a rune that you don't have." She said smirking. I saw a flash of jealousy before Jace's face became neutral again and a grin spread across his mouth.

"And I," he said pointing his thumb at himself, "Still have several that you don't have." Isabelle smiled disappeared and she shrunk back in her seat. It was odd to see her deflate like that, I wouldn't have picked her for one to do that. Maybe it was a touchy subject. I decided to forget it and save my new friend.

"Yeah but none of them are mine." I said in grinning, "and one of mine are like ten regular ones."

"Yeah!' Isabelle said laughing. She then turned to me, "Have I told you that you're my new favorite person in the whole world." I smiled at her.

"Something like that." I said back. Jace just huffed something under his breath about "girls."

It was around this time when Kaelie came back with are orders on a serving tray. As it turns out the usual for both Alec and Jace were large cheeseburgers with a side of fries, and for Izzy some kind of chicken salad. I was happy to report that my basket-o-fries looked absolutely sensational. For the first couple moments there was silence as we began to eat are food. Alec, surprisingly, was the first to talk.

"So what about Jace's gift?" he asked. I put the fry that was in my hand down on the platter and gave Alec a small smile.

"His gift?" I asked making sure I was hearing things right. Or maybe I was just trying to avoid answering the question. Ok, I just wanted to avoid asking the damn question.

"Yeah you said…"

"I know what I said." I said cutting Alec off. Isabelle turned to Jace.

"Do you know?" she asked. He shook his head, unable to talk because of the hamburger shoved in his mouth.

"He knows," I said quietly, "He just refuses to see it." A silence came over the table as all three of them looked at me. I gave them each a measured gaze telling them that the information they wanted; they were not going to get.

"Well then," Isabelle said, "Will you tell us the important information you learned?" I heard Jace snort from beside me, and Alec shook his head at his sister. She was obviously not getting the whole I-don't-give-anything-away thing. But I had a surprise for both of them.

"Actually," I said, "that is why I am here." Alec looked shocked, Izzy looked smug, and Jace began choking on the fries that he had just began to chew.

"Jace are you ok." Isabelle said not really sounding concerned.

"You," Jace said ignoring his sister and turning towards me, "You are going to actually give us information." I pouted at him.

"Is it actually that hard to believe?" I asked.

"Yes." They all three said at the same time. I had to suppress a smile to keep a composed face.

"Well…" I said.

"And here comes the but." Jace said to no one in general.

"It's not exactly for all of you," I said slowly, "It's more for Jace who can then tell you later."

"Why can't you just tell us if Jace is going to tell us later?" Isabelle asked. My face sobered up instantly at the question and I looked at Isabelle with an intense gaze.

"Some of it," I said leaning forward slightly. "Is not mine to tell." With that I suddenly stood up deciding that now would be a good time for a dramatic exist that I wanted. I looked at Jace expecting him to move, he didn't budge. So I kicked him in the shin; hard.

"Ouch!' he yelled giving me a glare. "What the hell was that for?"

"I need to go." I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was.

"What about you needing to talk to me?" he asked getting out of the seat so that I could get out myself. I gave him a reassuring smile and a light pat on the shoulder.

"Meet me at my place in an hour," I said, "Alone."

"I don't know where…"

"Bullshit Jace," I said to him, "You are the one who stalked me to Central Park. You know damn well where I live."

"Fine," Jace said with a huff. "One hour."

"Thanks for lunch." I said turning my gaze to Alec and Isabelle, "It was nice talking to you." Then I left. Just started walking away from the three Shadowhunters that were starring me down. And being the bad ass that I am; I never looked back.

It was the stupidest idea that I had ever had. Invite the one person that I couldn't control myself around over; alone. Like I said, absolutely stupid. Sure what I needed to say was important, life threatening at that, but now Jace was going to be here any minute and I was absolutely freaking out. I never freak out.

My freak out was interrupted by the door bell being rung. He was here. Quickly I calmed my frizzing hair, checked myself in the mirror, plastered on a grin and went to see Jace. Boy was I screwed.

I didn't get a word out before a flash of gold flew through the door and into my house, leaving my staring at the green yard that Luke had worked hard to look so great. (He felt bad after his last wolf out.)

"Welcome." I said to no one before shutting the door and turning to Jace. He was currently looking at pictures of me growing up. He looked absolutely fascinated by it.

"You were a cute child," he said laughing, "Frizzy red hair, freckles….of course you have them still but there not the same anymore."

"Excuse me?" I asked not really understanding what he meant.

"Your not cute anymore," he said softly, "You're beautiful." My heart stopped at that moment, and my mind took a while to start up again.

"Oh," I said numbly. Jace grinned at my lost of words before he continued on looking at the pictures. "I'm not really getting what you find so fascinating about those. There just photos."

"I'm trying to figure you out," Jace said simply, "and these photos are the most I've actually seen of the real you. Past the bad ass, sarcastic, demon killer who never tells anyone anything." The real me? I didn't even know who that was, much less how to be the real me. I bit my lip nervously as Jace continued looking at the picture of the seven year old me smiling a missing tooth smile.

"What about you," I asked after a long pause, "Who's the real you?" It was an attempt to turn the pressure back on him instead of me, because honestly I didn't like it one bit.

"That is a mystery." He said smiling and finally putting down the picture. He paused before continuing, "You really don't like answering questions do you?" I laughed happy to have a common ground again.

"No," I said smiling. Not a grin, a genuine smile, "I really don't." Jace sighed and rolled his eyes before leaning against the hallway. He looked different standing in the bright lighting of my house. I could almost picture him as a guy coming to pick me up for a date. Mom and Luke in the kitchen whispering there concerns. And there would be concerns. If Jace was normal he would be the blond haired womanizer of the high school, with a badass motorcycle and tattoos. But we weren't normal, we were far from it.

Shaking my head out of the thought, I nodded my head toward the living room in the universal gesture of "this way". Jace was right behind me as we walked through the kitchen and into the red and caramel colored living room. Jace wasted no time flopping into one of the large couches. I took my seat in one of the recliners facing the fifty inch TV; not knowing what to say.

"Soooo…?" Jace opened. I chuckled slightly turning in my seat to see his golden eyes looking at me.

"So." I said softly.

"You wanted to tell me something Green Eyes?" It was another opening, but for some reason I couldn't tell him yet. I wanted to enjoy the smile that was on his face before he learned the truth, the shining glimmer in his eyes.

"Yeah." I said closing that door.

"And that is…?" You could tell he was getting frustrated now and I didn't like the wrinkle that had formed on his forehead. I wanted to go over there and smooth it away, kiss his lips softly and apologies for everything.

But I didn't. Because that would be stupid.

Instead I clutched the armrest hard looking into those amber eyes, my mouth open in a loss of words.

"Jace," I finally managed to say, "It…it's not something that is exactly easy to say. You don't just go and drop a bomb on someone that could change their life forever."

"That is exactly what the United States did to Japan in World War Two." He said in a cocky voice.

"This isn't World War Two Jace," I said in a serious voice. He seemed to get my point because the cocky expression disappeared replaced by a more serious one. "But it is a war."

His face turned to one of confusion. I shook my head turning back towards the TV and resting my head in my hands. I felt tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes, I didn't want him to see me like this. Weak, pathetic. This had been a mistake bringing him here. The thought that I could actually tell him my true self, the one he wanted to know. It was absurd. But I had too. He was apart of this, and I needed to stop being selfish and man up.

I felt a strong, warm hand on my back causing me to pick my head up and turn towards the beautiful boy that was now standing inches away from me. Jace's hand suddenly came up caressing my cheek softly. My breath caught as his other soon fowled, cupping my head and forcing me to look up into his eyes.

"Clary," he whispered causing me to move forward till out foreheads were touching. "Clary…Clary please just tell me."

"This was a stupid idea." I said. I didn't mean to say that, it was just word vomit. Like I said, no control what so ever.

"Clary please." He was begging now. Sinking to his knee so that he was closer to my height, "I need to know." I laughed, not a happy laugh but a haunting one. Emotionless.

"I don't think you understand how true that statement is," I said my voice breaking at the end, "You wouldn't be here if it wasn't."

"Then tell me Clary," Jace said in a whisper, "If it's so important, tell me." I suddenly jerked away from his hands. Ignoring the pained expression on his face I stood up and turned towards the large window that was currently giving light to the large living room area. Hey, it was a large window.

"Do you remember," I said so softly that I could barely hear myself, "What the queen said about me."

"She said a lot of things about you. Many I had no idea what they meant." I let a small smile come across my face at his comment. It was soon replaced with me nervously biting on my lip.

"My name Jace. What did she say about my name?" I said taking another step toward the window so that I was now touching the glass with my hand.

"She wanted you to tell me your true last name. Your fathers." He said.

I turned around then wanting to see his face one more time. Without the disgust the hate that would soon mask it. No pain from the truths. His whole life a lie; all because of my father. And he didn't disappoint. He looked confused, but his face still looked beautiful, and that blasted sparkle was still there. I was going to miss it.

"Clary," he said drawing me out of my daze, "your name."

"Yes," I said, "My name." I must have sounded confused because he spoke yet again, or maybe he just couldn't shut up.

"Yes Clary, your name." he said sarcastically. I smiled slightly at that before I took a deep breath and got ready to tell him the first of many secrets.

"My name is Clarissa. Elizabeth. Morgenstern." I paused as I watched the shook wash over Jace's face, "And I am Valentine's daughter."

Yeah I know, now you hate me more. Cliff hanger!

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