So after almost two months of no updates, I'm back! I really don't have very much of an excuse, except for needing a break. Sorry… Anyway, thank you so much for 34 favourites and 51 followers! After that massive break I probably don't deserve it though… This is my sixth attempt at this chapter, by the way. Hope you enjoy!

Previously:

"Do you promise?" She said, her eyes vulnerable and trusting.

"Of course." He spoke without hesitation, didn't even consider what he was saying. He knew that keeping a secret form the Clave was punishable by death, but if it was for Clary, he would do anything. He was surprised by that thought. Where had annoying, arrogant, asshole Jace gone? Since when did he care about anybody except for his brother and sister?

"I have the ability to create new runes, ones that aren't in the Gray Book."

Clary POV

When Clary's phone rang, she gladly picked it up. As soon as the words had slipped out of her mouth, she knew it was a mistake. Why in the world would Jace Herondale keep a secret from the Clave for her?

"Clary! Oh my god." Izzy rushed out as soon as Clary picked up the phone. "Thank the Angel you answered!"

"Uh…why?" She said, turning away from Jace, and pretending to be interested in the now empty cab.

"Somebody attacked Aline."

Aline? "Probably that other blonde one. They were probably fighting over Jace or something." As soon as she said it, a blush crept accross her cheeks. Although she hadn't outright said he was attractive, like she had right before she-

"Kaelie? I don't think she has the brain cells for that. Nobody has any idea-"

"Poisoned!" Clary yelled out. "I mean…"

"Yeah we were thinking about that, but there's this really weird rune on her neck. It's not in the Gray Book or-"

Clary swore. She was the only one who could create runes. Had Aline looked through her sketchbook and found one? If the Clave found out now…they'd think she had deliberatly hurt Aline.

"Anything else?" Clary said.

"Uh..no. I don't think so."

"Okay. I need you to find out anything that you can about it. And try and stay near Magnus."

"It's Sebastian, isn't it?"

"Look, Iz, I lied to you. I actually have a brother called Jonathan, and he's who you know as Sebastian. He's dangerous - extremely dangerous - and the only person who could match his powers other than me is Magnus."

"Clary-"

"Go to Magnus, and tell him to tell you everything. I know you might hate me, but just remember that I did everything I did becuase I had to. Now, Jace and I can't come back until we get to Idris otherwise it'll look suspicious. So, hang in there. Bye, Izzy."

And Clary hung up.

"What was that about?" Jace said immediatly.

Clary sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Lots of stuff. That I guess I'll have to tell you about now."

"How much?"

"More than you could possibly imagine."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I will tell you at the hotel tonight." She started walking away.

"How about now?" He said.

"Do you really think you can force it out of me? And besides, I'd like to have another few hours of you not hating me."

"Who ever said that I didn't hate you? When-"

"You when you said we were friends. Now, we're going to miss the flight!"

With a scowl, they walked through the carpark in silence.

As soon as Clary closed the motel door behind them, Jace immediatly began speaking.

"Now tell me. I have waited all day for this. It better be good-"

"Shut up you egotistic twat!" Clary yelled. She was tired of everything, and Jace being a jerk was not helping. The last couple of weeks at Shadow World School she had forgotten the real threat. Everybody had always thought that Valentine and Jonathan were dead, but she'd always had a little inkling that they weren't. Which turned out to be right.

All Jace did was sit at the bed-

The bed!

The bed!

"Why is there only one bed?" Clary said.

Jace looked down, and smirked slowly. But all he said was, "Izzy booked our hotels."

Suspressing the thought of sleeping in a bed with Jace, she sat down next to him. She grabbed her bag, and casually rested her hand in inside, holding her seraph blade to reassure herself.

"Why are you doing that? Gonna pull out your phone and snap a couple pictures of-"

"What is up with you today!" She cried. "The last couple weeks you've been borderline nice to me, and today you're a complete jerk!"

"What about you? You don't even care about Simon's feelings for you, you tell me-"

"What the hell has Simon got to do with this?"

Jace deflated noticebley. "Nothing." He muttered.

"What do you mean nothing?" Clary stood up. "Doesn't look like nothing to me."

Their eyes locked. "You wouldn't understand." He said softly.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

He looked so unguarded in that moment, so open. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Finally, he spoke softly. "Just tell me, Clary."

She bit her lip, but sat back down. "Promise you won't hate me?"

"Promise."

"My real name is not Clary Fray." She started, and didn't wait for a response before continuuing. "I'm actually Clary Fairchild. Meaning that Jocelyn Fairchild was my mother…and Valentine Morgenstern was my father. I had a brother called Jonathan, but he was never really a brother to me. You see, Valentine loved experementing. He…he injected Jon with demon blood, wanting the perfect warrior son. But he soon realised that the blood made him too emotionless, so he started on me. He gave me angel blood. Which is partly why I'm so good at everything. And why I can create runes. Or rather, remember them. Anyway, when I was thirteen Valentine and Jocelyn had an argument." Her breath caught. "And he killed her. So…I ran out, and set fire to the house. Luke found me and helped me, and I moved from Idris to Brooklyn, New York, bringing Simon with us. He was never always a vampire, you see. At first, he was actually a Shadowhunter. But it was only because Valentine forced him to drink out of the Mortal Cup, years ago. After that, Jocelyn stole it, and hid it. That's where I found it last year, and handed it in to the Clave. Then this one time-" Clary smiled through her tears that were suddenly streaming down her face.

"This one time he was kidnpped by vampires and turned into a rat - Luke and I rescued him. It was only about six months ago, thats why we still look the same age." She realised she was rambling. "I thought they died in there, Jace. I thought I killed them. I hoped I did."

Clary risked a glance at Jace. His eyes were hard and determined.

"Jace I-" She started, but he cut her off.

"I shoud hate you."

Clary's breath caught, and fresh tears began to prick behind her eyes. She quickly blinked them away, and set her lips in a hard line, then stared at the keyring on her handbag.

"Valentine murdered my father when I was ten. Right in front of my eyes."

All she could manage out was a startled "Oh."

And Jace was right. He should hate me. Her father murdered his.

"But I don't." When Clary didn't respond, he continued. "I don't - hate you, I mean."

"W- why?" She asked cautiously.

He turned to her with a sad smile. "No reason."

A part of her deflated inside, but she lay down and closed her eyes.

"You're smiling." Jace said.

"It's generally something people do when they're happy." Her words were harsh, but her tone wasn't.

He lowered himself down next to her, leaning on his elbow. "Okay then smartypants, why are you happy?"

"Because you don't hate me."

"Does it really mean that much to you?"

"Uh…" Don't blush. Don't blush. Don't blush. "It's just because I have no idea how Izzy and Alec reacted. I told them to ask Magnus about it."

"Wait, Simon knows about this?"

"Of course. He went thrugh most of it with me."

"So that's why you two are so close." He said thoughtfully. Clary risked opening her eyes, and was shocked by how close they were. Suddenly she realised how terrible she must look, with messy hair and mascara running down her cheeks. She leapt up, and raced out of the room.

"I'm just gonna go have a shower." She yelled over her shoulder.

"Okay…" The confusion in Jace's voice was evident.

Jace POV

Jace was caught up. Caught up with Clary. He was interested in everything she had to say, always wanted to see her. And he knew he'd been a jerk today, when she'd obviously been going through something. But he'd gotten annoyed with her for everything. For kissing the demon. For dismissing him. For not telling him about her past until now. For forgiving Simon.

Surely she was angry with Simon for interupting their almost-kiss? Or was she just too distracted with Sebastian? Sebastian who - he remembered from the night before - was actually her brother Jonathan.

Jace was releived that he'd finally told her what happened to his dad.

He sighed and rested his head on the pillow. Another thing - what had Izzy told Clary? What had happened?

As soon as Clary was out of the shower wearing baby blue pyjamas, he hammered her with questions.

"What happened back at school? What happpened with Izzy? What-"

She cut him off by sighing and sinking down onto the bed.

"Aline was attacked by somebody. And she's not waking up."

"Aline?" Jace was surprised by a sharp pang of pain. Aline and he - well, they couldn't be classified as friends, but they had helped each other out. By staying together with her for a month, he'd convinced the Lightwoods he wasn't an unloving robot. They had been concerned about his one-night-stand habits.

And Aline had convinced everybody that she was straight, and most absolutely did not have a huge crush on Helen Blackthorn.

"And Izzy was worried. And she should be."

"Becuase it means we have another double agent." Jace finished for her.

"Exactly. So, we still need to go to Idris to avoid looking suspicious. Even though we already know that Jonathan was probably the main piece in the game."

"Not necassarily. What about-"

"Valentine?" Clary took a deep breath. "He's definetly working together with Jonathan and our mystery agent. And he's begun experimenting again - that demon this morning had limited warlocks magic."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that."

There was a silence, then- "So what do you want for dinner?"

Jace smirked at Clary's question. "Still thinking about your stomach, I see."

"Shut up." She said playfully, and walked over to the fridge.

Clary POV

Why, oh why, must Jace go to bed shirtless? The air was so thick with awkwardness that it was hard to breath. Clary was lying on the very edge of the bed, while Jace was taking up most of the room. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and it was all she could to stop herself from curling up in his arms.

After an hour of still not being able to sleep, she turned over to face him, figuring he'd be asleep. He wasn't. A pair of luminous gold eyes shone in the dark, and she yelped. Scowling at him as he silently shook with laughter, she turned away from him again.

"I was just waiting to do that." He whispered, his warm breath fanning over her shoulder.

She didn't answer. She didn't trust her voice.

When Clary woke up the next morning, she was overly warm, comfortable and happy. Within a few seconds, she realized this was because she was wrapped in Jace's arms. Stifling a gasp of horror, she tried to remember what had happened last night. She vaguely remembered seeing Valentine…Oh no. Had she had a nightmare? Jace would probably think she was such a child now…

Slowly, she began to slip out of his embrace. That was easier said than done though. His muscly arms were wrapped around her torso tightly, making it impossible to move. Oh well, she thought. I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

"Good sleep?" Jace said with a smirk, standing in the kitchen.

Oh god, Clary thought, mortified. I fell back asleep.

Jace laughed, seeing the expression on her face. "Don't worry, you didn't wet the bed or anything."

"Ha. Ha. Ha." She deadpanned, and got out of the bed. He handed her a steaming mug of black coffee, which she took gratefully.

There was an uncomfortable silence as Jace watched her drink. "Okay, I'm going to call Magnus." She finally said.

"Why?"

"So he can tell me whether Izzy and Alec hate me."

"Fair enough."

Clary suspressed a scowl, and walked onto the balconey.

"Hey Mags." She said as soon as he picked up.

"They don't hate you."

Admist a wave of relief, she said, "How did you know that was what I was going to ask?"

"Because I know you exceptionally well. Anyway, how's it going with Jace?"

"Oh by the Angel, Magnus, no. No, no and no." She still couldn't help but blush though.

"Really…"

"You're winking aren't you?"

"How did you know?"

"Because I know you exceptionally well." She said, mocking his previous words.

"You've only known me for three years. Which, in the scheme of things, isn't very long."

"But while you're 700 years old, I'm only sixteen."

"Hey, by the way Isabelle and I are throwing you a birthday party for Saturday."

Clary groaned. "Just don't invite too may people."

"Don't worry, only the whole school is invited."

Clary sighed, but really didn't care. "What am I going to do, Mags?" She said softly.

There was a silence. "Not 'I', Clary. 'We'. Because we're in this together. You, me, Alexander, Isabelle, Simon, even the stuck up blonde. We'll work this out together."

"Damn your good at pep talks." Was all she said in response.

"Of course I am. I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn, for the Angel's sake. Which is exactly why-"

"No more about Valentine, please."

"I know, biscuit. And I was actually going to say 'Why I can defintely get Alexander Lightwood to go out with me.'"

Despite everything, Clary let out a started laugh.

"Really? You expect him to come out of the closet? He's a Lightwood, Mags."

"But, I am the-"

"High Warlock of Brooklyn, I know."

There was a silence. "Can you ask Goldilocks what Alexander's favourite food is?"

Clary laughed so hard a couple of tears leaked out of her eyes and she slid down to the ground.

"What?" He said.

"Nothing, nothing." She said quickly, instantly feeling bad for laughing. "Okay, here goes." She told him, and walked back into the room, where Jace was cooking pancakes. "Hey Goldilocks!" She called.

Jace turned, and raised an eyebrow.

"What's Alec's favourite food?"

He gave Clary the weirdest look. "Are you seriously trying to hook up with my parabatai? Because he's-"

He was cut off by her uncontrollable laughter, and watched as she fought to keep a straight face.

"By the Angel, no." She managed out. "It's Magnus."

"And he's…" Jace trailed off.

"THE HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN YOU BRAINLESS GIT!" Was heard from Clary's phone.

After Jace had revealed Alec's favourite food, they ate their pancakes. Jace was able to get quite a few laughs out of Clary, which was surprising seeing as she had found out only a few days before that Valentine and Jonathan were alive and active. When they finally got out of the hotel, it was much later than the deadline. However, Jace used his charm on the receptionist and they were out with no problem and a phone number.

After their flight, they were on the border of France, ready to cross into Idris. "Bonjour il beau." Jace said to a passing young woman. (Hello there beautiful.)

All she did was scowl at him and walk off. Clary laughed, then stopped when Jace suddenly frowned seriously.

"What?" She said.

"We were never meant to get to Idris." He said softly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Hodge doesn't know about your rune power, does he?"

"No."

"So how do we get there?" He took another step, crossing the border. Nothing happened.

"Oh God. That means our double agent is high up." Clary said.

"So that he or she was able to give out the order to send us to Idris."

"Which was a distraction, because we're the best Shadowhunters in the school."

"What about everybody else though?" Jace said, stepping back over the border. "Surely this person doesn't think we're the smartest."

"Oh. You're Celine and Stephen's son."

Jace blinked at her.

"I should have realised before." Clary muttered.

"What?"

She took a deep breath. "You… You have Angel blood too." Taking another breath, she continued. "Which is why both of us were sent. Because we're the only ones who can beat Valentine and Jonathan."

"Hang on a second." He said. "You're telling me I have Angel blood. I don't believe you."

"You really don't understand, do you?" Clary said. "I'm sorry you have to hear this from me, Jace. Okay, so Valentine gave your mother Ithuriel's blood while she was pregnant with you. And then, he killed your parents, and brought you up himself. Then he staged his own death."

Jace turned away from her.

"He experimented. He gave Jonathan demon blood, you and I Angel blood. We were too soft, so he sent you to the Lightwoods and dismissed me. But Jonathan… He wasn't perfect, but good enough for the time being. I should've known better to think I'd actually killed them."

Jace still didn't speak.

"Look, Jace, I know it's a lot to take in but-"

He exploded. "A lot to take in! You're telling me your father killed not just my father, but both my parents!"

Clary cowered back. If it had been anybody else, she would have stood her ground, but Jace scared her when he was angry. Not because he was better than her. But because he was one of the few people that no matter how hard she tried, she could absolutely not kill.

As soon as she took those few steps backward, he immediatly realised his mistake.

"Oh, God. Clary, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay." She responded softly. "I would be angry too."

"I know, I know. But it's not your fault, and all I've done is-" He glanced at the space between them as if it killed him.

"Jace, really it's okay."

"You sure."

"Absolutely. I mean, you apologised. I bet that's the first time you have said 'sorry' to anybody."

Jace narrowed his eyes at her, but smirked.

"Okay, carrot-top, how do we get back?"

"We portal to the woods outside and hope that nobodies going for a walk. If the whole plan was to distract us, we need to be back as soon as possible."

She grabbed her stele, and drew the rune in the air. And together, they stepped through.

I decided to update at least once a week from now on, so that I still have time for schoolwork and relaxation (Netflix, probably rewatching Shadowhunters). And I planned out the rest of the story, so there should probably be around twelve chapters in the end. Anyway, goodbye!