He found Jonathan in the kitchen, preparing what Isabelle had said was a bowl of pasta, although Jace was pretty sure it had tried to bite him a few days ago.

"I wouldn't eat that." he told the angel.

Jonathan glanced down at the pasta, then up to Jace. "Why?"

"Saying that Isabelle isn't the best cook is like claiming world war two was a small disagreement." Jace said.

"Ah," Jonathan hastily set down the bowl on the counter. "Did you want to speak with me?"

Jace nodded absently, wondering how he could broach the subject. How do you ask someone to teach you how to harness freaky angel powers without sounding insane?

Jonathan snorted. "It's not that difficult."

He blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Asking me to teach you how to use your 'powers'." he replied, using air quotes.

"Never do that again," Jace said, before pausing as he recalled what Jonathan had said earlier. "Did you just read my mind?"

Jonathan's face was stoic, revealing nothing of what he was feeling, but his wings were ruffling uneasily. "Kind of. It's more like I get the general feel for what you are thinking at the moment."

"Don't do it again." Jace said, his face stony. He didn't want anyone else meddling with his mind after what Sebastian did to him. Although it did answer the question of how Jonathan had known about his jump off the roof.

"I can't help it. Angels are naturally telepathic, especially among us. I can teach you how to control it, though." Jonathan said.

Jace shifted his weight from foot to foot, considering Jonathan's offer carefully. Being able to tell what other people were thinking would give Jace power, yet he associated abilities like that with warlocks and demons, not himself.

Jonathan was obviously able to sense his conflict because he sighed and ran a hand through his brown hair. He pulled a chair out from under the counter and sat down heavily. He gestured at a second chair and Jace warily settled into it, ready to get up and go at a moments notice if necessary. He didn't want to trust the angel now that he knew Jonathan had been inside his head from the start. All he knew about him was that he was the first Shadowhunter, the man who had summoned Raziel. None of the stories spoke of his character.

Jace leaned back on his chair and raised his eyebrows at Jonathan. "So teach me."

"What you need to understand is that angels have a variety of powers, usually depending on what they need. Soldiers are typically very strong, fast, and agile, Healers have a knack for healing, and so on. Some of the powers we have are more unique. For example, I know someone who can sing any song that has ever been created by humans."

Against his will, Jace found himself fascinated. For so long, angels had only been a story, told to educate Shadowhunters of their origins, and a reason that the Nephilim were superior to mundanes. Now, though, they were a part of his everyday life.

"What about weapons?" he asked. "Does every angel have a flaming sword or something like that?"

Jonathan laughed. "No, the archangels stopped handing out the flaming swords after a Principality lost his. The ones they give us now are glowing."

"Can I see it?" Jace felt like he was five again, asking his father- no, Valentine- if he could hold the broadsword that hung above his desk.

"Certainly." Jonathan reached back between his wings and pulled a sword out of nowhere in a move that was clearly instinctive. The angel handled the sword like an extension of himself, and considering how long he had had it, it likely was by now.

It was a beautiful weapon, the blade gleaming a gentle golden color. If elation had a color, Jace thought, it would be that shade of gold.

And yet, the sword was clearly designed to be lethal, with a sturdy blade and sharp edges. It was a bloodthirsty blade, and Jace wondered if its joy was the euphoria that could only be achieved during battle, the exhilaration of defeating your foes and beating the odds.

He loved it.

Jace lifted his eyes from the sword to meet Jonathan's. "Where can I get one?"

Jonathan chuckled. "Unfortunately, they won't give you one until you Ascend."

Jace could hear the capitol letter on that word. "What do you mean, Ascend?" he asked, putting the same emphasis on ascend as Jonathan had.

"You aren't a full angel until you die. If you were, your body would burn up trying to contain your spirit."

Jace narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "You know this from experience." It wasn't a question.

He nodded. "It was one of the most painful things I have ever done. To go from flesh and blood to fire and light is the opposite of easy."

"How are you here now, then?" Jace asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The gold runes were specially designed to keep me from burning through this body." Jonathan said.

"You don't have them on now, though." Jace pointed out.

"I do, actually," Jonathan closed his eyes briefly, and his runes flashed back into view. They were the exact same shade as the sword, Jace noted. "They seemed to be disturbing your friend, Alec."

"Yeah, well, he was sleeping with a warlock. He should be used to freaky stuff by now."

Jonathan shrugged and let his runes fade. "I am merely telling you what I observed. I have no clue as to the reason behind his uneasiness."

"May I?" Jace asked gesturing towards the sword. Jonathan nodded his assent, so he lifted it up by the hilt and gazed at it while he spoke "Tell me a little more about what I will need to do to control these angel powers."

Jonathan grinned.

A/N: Kudos to whoever caught the little crossover in there. I really couldn't resist. If you did, you have an excellent taste when it comes to books. For those who didn't, read Good Omens. You won't regret it. Also, my updating may be sporadic over the next few days because one of my dogs just got really sick.