Previously:

I watched as the brothers all tilted their heads back, letting the hoods fall around their necks. Their silent chanting echoed throughout the hallway, soundless, but you could feel the energy pulsing all around.

Then Clary's back arched in an unnatural angle, her jaw dropped in a silent scream, and her eyes were protruding from their sockets; she looked possessed.

Jace POV:

I watched in horror as her body writhed and twitched uncontrollably. Her eyes were open, a glaze of milky white covering them, like an animal with cataracts. When she started screaming, the brothers took their hold off of her. She was now panting heavily, but other than that she lay stone still on the ground with her eyes closed. I rushed towards her the second the brothers lifted their hoods back up and started to filter out. Kneeling by her side, I brush the sweat-dampened hair off of her forehead and cradle her frail body against mine.

"Clary? Clary, can you hear me?," I whisper loudly and frantically and she winced when I gently shook her.

"J-Jace?" she asked in a voice rough from lack of usage. When she opened her eyes, they were back to their normal emerald green that I love.

"I'm right here Clary, I'm here," I murmured, and she smiled in response. Immediately, her eyes glazed over, seeing straight through me- deep in thought, no doubt- and her smile faded only to be replaced by a frown.

"What's wrong?" I looked into her eyes and realized that they were filled to the brim with moisture. She sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, proceeding to cry into my shirt collar. Not knowing what to do, I wrapped my arms around her petite waist and sat for a few minutes before a brother spoke into my mind, and judging by Clary's startled face, he spoke to her as well.

"Clarissa was indeed under a spell, a weak one at that. It was indeed Ragnor Fell's work," Brother Zachariah said in a loud, deep voice inside of our heads. Unlike the rest of the Brotherhood, Brother Zachariah was the least mutilated of them all; his eyes were still intact, just always closed; his mouth was not sewn shut in a grotesque manner, but they were always shut as well. When he spoke again, it echoed through my mind and pulled me out of my own thoughts. "The spells intentions were not to place Clarissa in a comatose state, but to wipe her mind completely. It had only just begun; it only wiped memories of her as an infant. The Angel was with you, Clarissa Fray," he said kindly, at least, in as kind of a tone that a Silent Brother could use. I nodded and looked at Clary, who was still sniffling with her head resting on my chest. I put a gentle hand on the nape of her neck and rubbed small circles with my hand, trying to get her to release some tension.

"Can you walk?" I asked her. She shook her head 'no' and wrapped her arms around my neck, ready for my to pick her up. I did, as will I always do so, carrying her bridal style towards the corridor that would lead us out. Alec followed by my side as we exited the Bone City.

When we finally exited the maze of hallways and out into the graveyard, we waited by the gates like we did several months ago, when I first met Clary. The cold breeze of March rushed between us, ruffling Clary's curls and causing her to shiver. I hunched my shoulders a little to try and block some of the wind, and she nestled into my neck. As we walked through the dark streets, we gained a few gazes, some curious, some worried. I walked another block, blended into an alley, and stopped to have Alec draw us all glamours and runes for warmth before setting off again in the direction of the Institute, this time without the curious mundane stares. Once we were safely, and warmly, inside the Institute, I set Clary down on a couch in the family room, put on NBC on the only TVset we owned, and sat down next to her curled up figure.

Clary POV:

I was swimming in darkness when I felt a strong pair of arms under me. I inhaled and immediately knew that smell of soap and sunshine. Jace, I thought with relief. he picked me up like a child, or perhaps like a bride, and tried to keep my limp body from falling away. With every ounce of muscle I could manage, and a force of pure will, I managed to reach up and wrap my leaden arms around his neck. I heard him gasp slightly, and then he gripped me tighter. I was glad that my muscles actually listened for once, despite how tired I was. Jace carried me in silence outside and into the cold wind.

Where are we going? I wondered, but didn't spend too much time on the thought, because we were soon in a warm place again. Jace set me down on something soft and plush, and put my head in his lap. He tenderly ran his fingers throughout my hair, never once getting it caught in the mess that I was sure was present. His calloused, yet gentle hands rubbed my temples and soothingly massaged my scalp. I internally smiled at the comfort he was bringing me, as I was out of the energy necessary to put a smile on my face. Just as I realized that we were moving, and the sounds of hooves clopping came through the fog, we were jolted to a stop, and I was once more carried from the warmth and into the cold air outside.

After what felt like eons of walking, I was laid gently down on something cold and hard, like a table or the floor. I lay there, too exhausted to move yet something felt off about the place. It felt cold and empty, and I wanted to do something to warm up, but I couldn't. There was a dull buzzing in my head that started when we left the Institute, and it felt as if part of me was fading away. But that's not possible, right? Jace wouldn't let that happen; I'm safe with Jace, always, I think in an obviously delirious state.

I felt a radiation of power surge through my whole body, through every vein and bone in me. I wanted to scream out in frustration and pain when another wave of energy went through me, causing my back to arch on its own, sending even more pain through my spine and neck. I wanted to scream even more, so I tried in hope that it would somehow help, but it was only a silent one. And now, my eyes snapped open like a rubber band being stretched to the max and then snapping.

I was back in Sebastian's manor, hidden in Idris, right under the Clave's nose. I looked down at myself, only to find that my body was completely transparent. I curiously wandered through the house and back down to the basement here I heard yelling. I know that I'm safe, so what's the harm in peeking?

"Ragnor! I want you to find her! We need her," Sebastian roared, stressing the need of finding me.

"Yes, i will immobilize her and send a search party," he said obediently. "Traitor!" I wanted to yell, but I couldn't. Sebastian stopped as if to think for a moment.

"Wipe her memory, too," he said in an icy, malicious voice.

"Yes, sir," Ragnor squeaked out in fear, and then left with sparks already coming from his hands.

The vision ended abruptly and my body collapsed with the pain still radiating through my entire being. I let out a strangled sigh of relief and heard Jace at my side. He pulled me into his lap trying to comfort me, but it only sent another grip of pain.

"Clary? Clary, can you hear me?" he whisper-shouted frantically. I opened my eyes and spoke for the first time in what felt like forever.

"J-Jace?" i asked, my voice sore and rough from disuse. I tried to swallow saliva to wet my mouth, but there was none, leaving my mouth dry and uncomfortable.

"I'm right here Clary, I'm here," he cooed, rubbing small, comforting circles on my head. I smiled at him, then my mind wandered back to what I was going to say. I felt my face pull into a frown.

"What's wrong?" Jace asked. Tears were already building in my eyes, threatening to burst like a frozen pipe. I sat up and then pressed my face into his shirt where i wrapped my arms around him just in time for the waterworks to begin.

Jace paused for a minute and just help me to him, which is exactly what I needed at the moment. I needed him to hold me. Not to say that everything was going to be alright, because that's almost never true. Just to hold me. As I thought about this, the tears subsided and I looked around. I was in the underground Bone City- which explained the eerie feeling earlier- in the meeting room of the brothers, with the Speaking Stars scattered around as well.

My head snapped up at the invading voice in my mind. I looked at Jace, but he seemed to have been expecting the brother in his mind.

"Clarissa was indeed under a spell, a weak one at that. It was indeed Ragnor Fell's work," the Brother Zachariah, I think that was his name, said solemnly. His voice startled me, but it was much more gentle and soothing than the other Brothers voices that creeped me out. I took it upon myself, as an artist, to study his face. His eyes were intact, as were his lips, they were just closed. His face and head was not scarred like the rest of them; he even still had his hair, while the others had bald heads, like monks. His eyes were clearly of Asian descent, one could conclude that without him even opening his eyes. In all, he was fairly handsome without all of the Silent Brother-ness plaguing him.

"The spells intentions were not to place Clarissa in a comatose state, but to wipe her mind completely. It had only just begun; it only wiped memories of her as an infant. The Angel was with you, Clarissa Fray," he said at the end, softly with a hint of what seemed like kindness or fondness. The kind Silent Brother exited, leaving Jace and I alone, besides Alec who was patiently hanging back at the entrance of the room.

"Can you walk?" Jace asked gently. My legs felt as if they had been trampled by a stampede, and if I tried to stand I was probably in danger of my knees giving out. I slowly shake my head and once again wrapped my arms around his neck, waiting for him to pick me up; he did not disappoint. He carried me, with my red puffy eyes, wet cheeks and all the way up and out of the Silent City.

The chilling wind kissed my skin bitterly when we stepped from the dank underground city and into a mostly empty graveyard. He carried me a few blocks with Alec trailing behind, and we got quite a few odd glances from mundanes, but I was too tired to care.

Eventually, Jace muttered in exasperation and we stepped into a dim alley. He said something about 'those damn mundanes' and asked Alec to draw us all glamours and heating runes. When he was finished, I felt the cozy warmth flow through me slowly, warming me from my toes to my ears. Still, I kept snuggled into Jace, for comfort instead of warmth. Something about the strong and steady rhythm of his heart relaxed me, and I'm pretty sure I nodded off someway through the walk.

When he ascended a set of stone steps, I knew we were home. I kept my eyes closed while he led us through the cavernous hallways and into the family room. He turned on the TV and sat next to me, letting my head rest in his lap. After i curled up in a comfortable ball, he began stroking my curls once more, and I started falling into a sweet slumber, wrapped in Jace's scent and feeling very content with the turn of today's events. Besides the fact that my brother tried wiping my memories, I think to myself with sarcasm. By now, I have learned to expect the worse with my evil brother.

I clear my mind of Jonathan, not needing to dwell on him- ever. Instead I think of Jace's hand on my back, my neck, my hair. The way my head fit perfectly on his thigh, like the perfect pillow. Jace and I fit together like a specially crafted jigsaw puzzle. Just as I pass through the last cloud leading into a sweet, peaceful nights rest, I hear Jace whisper something, but my mind is too far gone to comprehend what the words mean.

"Why did Max come to me last night?" he asked quietly. My mind drifted further, ignoring his question, and I eventually faded out into the abyss of sleep.