If you ever leave me baby,

Leave some morphine at my door

'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication

To realize what we used to have,

We don't have it anymore.

There's no religion that could save me

No matter how long my knees are on the floor

So keep in mind all the sacrifices I'm makin'

Will keep you by my side

Will keep you from walkin' out the door.

[Chorus]

Cause there'll be no sunlight

If I lose you, baby

There'll be no clear skies

If I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds

My eyes will do the same, if you walk away

Everyday it will rain, rain, rain...


Clary stumbled blindly out of the portal. She looked around at her surroundings. She saw crowded buildings and foggy, thick air. She recognized the familiar bustle around her. She was in London. The problem was, Clary didn't know exactly where in London the institute was so she wouldn't be able to run for help. She started walking towards Big Ben when she felt a tug at her wrist. Will's large and calloused hand engulfed her small pale wrist. She pulled away from him struggling. "Let go of me you asshat." He chuckled and picked her up. He slung her over his shoulder as if she was a child. It kind of made sense though as she curled her hands into fists and pounded into his back. She also kicked her legs but this just seemed to make him happier. "Still a firecracker is my Clary." She screamed. It was a powerful scream that even his glamour could not hide. Mundanes looked at the trying to identify the source. She was dropped onto the ground. He went to grab her again when another set of cold hands took control of Clary. She looked up into the pit less black eyes of her older brother. He gave her a forced hug. "I have missed you Clarissa. Father would have been proud, seeing you at my side." She spit on him. "If you haven't realized Jonathon I want nothing to do with you are that monster you call my Father. But then again, you are a monster too." Jonathon laughed at her. He then pulled a syringe out of his pocket. Will grabbed Clary and put her into a position where she couldn't move. Jonathon walked closer to her. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "This may hurt." He plunged the syringe into her arm and the fluid went into her bloodstream. Slowly parts of her body lost feeling. Within seconds Clary was numb all over. She fell slack against Will. Jonathon threw the syringe down and picked up her paralyzed body bridal style. He twisted the ring on his finger three times and then stepped into shimmering air, Will following.

They stepped into a modern house. The room they entered was large and furnished very lushly. Jonathon- still holding Clary- had started giving her a tour. "This dear sister is the den. Now over here is the kitchen and down the hall is your room and bathroom as well as an art gallery. Now up these stairs are mine and William's rooms. Do not go up there." She rolled her eyes. Leave it to her big brother to tell her about every room only to tell her later that she can only enter about half of said rooms. "What is this anyway?" Clary asked Jonathon with interest. "It is our dear old daddy's house in the sky. It does not exactly sit in one particular spot. Only I can get in and out of it and put it down in places like London, Paris, Houston." Clary involuntarily shivered as he said Houston. He had put so much emphasis on the city name that Clary felt sick. Jonathon set her down on the ground and she found that she could move again. She started walking towards the room Jonathon had told her was her own but Will caught her half-way to it. "Clary, why aren't you happy. We can finally be together." She pulled away from him and started walking to the bedroom again. By now Jonathon had declared he had shopping to do and left in a shimmering portal. "Clary, damn it! Listen to me! You will marry me or else I'll tell Jonathon about your babies. And you wouldn't want that, would you?" She immediately tensed up. "What do you mean my babies?" Will chuckled and took this as a chance to pin her against a wall. "I know that you are pregnant Clary. I also know that it's twins. But most of all, I know that he will experiment on your children like Valentine did to him and Jace and you. I will spill all of this if you don't marry me." Clary's eyes grew wide with fear. "I know you wouldn't do a thing William Carstairs." He pushed against her closer. "Try me."


Jace walked into the spare room in Magnus' loft. It was the same room that Clary had slept in when she first arrived in New York again. He saw that even though it had been a few months her stuff was still thrown carelessly around. He noticed her sketchbook on a table. He sat down on the bed and pulled it close. He opened it as if it were an atomic bomb and looked down at the first page. It was an angel. The hair shone like gold and even though the face was looking away he knew that it was a portrait of himself. He recognized the scars in the exact same spots- the thin silver line at his throat, a permanent mark on his collarbone- that only someone would be able to draw with exact memory. He noticed the date on the back. It had been drawn a week after Alicante. He continued examining her sketches. After every few ones of things like landscapes or Simon, Isabelle, and Jocelyn, Jace would see one of him. To some guys it might seem stalkerish but it just tore Jace's heart into two. In those two years he had believed that she hated him. Now it just seemed that Clary missed him just as much. He laid down and fell into a blissful sleep with the sketchpad still in his arms.


Simon sat on the bench in Central park watching as couples strode by. They all were happy but oblivious to the fact that sometimes love didn't last. He was still dealing with his breakup with Izzy. She had called off the wedding about a month after Clary's arrival. It wasn't that Simon didn't understand why- he understood clearly. Isabelle was still a Shadowhunter and he was still just a vampire. Alec sat down next to him. "Look Alec, you don't have to keep meeting with me. I know that Izzy doesn't want me anymore. You warned me that she would walk over my heart in high heeled boots and I didn't listen. You were right." Simon was too weary from staying up for the past few days with little sleep and little blood. Alec leaned his head back and silently laughed. "That's not why I came Simon," Alec's laughing expression faded into a much more serious one. "Clary was kidnapped by her ex fiancée yesterday. We know hat you two have faerie rings. Luke told us that Jocelyn gave them to you when Clary ran away. We need you to help us find her." Simon snorted. "You want the ring? Ask Isabelle. She has it." Simon saw Alec finally understand. "Isabelle's engagement ring? You gave her a faerie ring?" He seemed slightly pissed. "What does it matter Alec? The engagement is off. She will probably give it to you wrapped in a box." Alec sighed and looked at Simon in confusion. "What do you mean Simon? Izzy stills wears it. She thinks that maybe you will go back to her after a while. She misses you Simon and is always moping about how you broke the marriage off." Now Simon was confused but also pissed off. "Izzy ended our engagement Alec, not me. I was still excited to get married to her when Izzy called me a month ago and said it was over."


Clary leaned over the white porcelain toilet in her private bathroom. Everything she had eaten that day came up out of her mouth. It had been a good thing she had tied her hair up. She looked down sadly at her fingers gripping onto the edge of the toilet. She saw small pale hands and the only color came from the matching gold faerie ring her and Simon shared. She then almost jumped in glee. A faerie ring! She would be able to contact Simon with this and he would tell Jace where she was. Then Jace would rescue Clary from her hell. She touched the cold gold band. She mentally kept repeating Simon's name, hoping he was awake. Instead she heard a very different voice. "Clary? Why the hell are you speaking to me mentally?" Clary gasped. Before she could reply though, she heard a loud cough behind her. She got off of her knees. The cold floors were like needles on her bare feet. "Jonathon. What are you doing in my bathroom?" He gave her a smile that she knew was forced. He handed her a bag. "I got you some clothes while I was out Clary. I know that you probably won't fit your current clothes for long." She gave him a puzzled expression, hoping it would hide her fear. "What do you mean Jonathon? Are you calling me fat?" He threw the bag at her feet. "No, of course not. I'm just trying to be supportive. If I didn't know of anything better, I would say that you're pregnant." He walked out of the room and Clary slid back down onto the cold floor. She leaned against a wall too terrified to try to support herself. She shook as his word replayed in her mind. If I didn't know of anything better, I would say that you're pregnant. I would say that you're pregnant. Pregnant. So he did know. Clary decided that she wouldn't let Jonathon hurt her babies. They were the only thing she had left of Jace at the moment. A single tear fell down her cheek. It left a cold path where it went. Clary was just too numb mentally to care.


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