A/N: Sorry for being a little later than the usual, I am experiencing a debilitating cold, which makes it hard to stare at my computer screen.

Clary tried to stop the endless flow of tears dripping from her face. It was useless. Lila Herondale had experienced everything Clary prayed to the Angel against. She was so innocent. She had done nothing to earn it.

Jace, who was sitting at the other end of the hall, turned and saw a small, shaking bundle of bright red hair. He scrambled off the bench and ran down to Clary.

She didn't look up and him when he sat down next to her and held her against his chest. She shook her head, trying to compose herself. With watery eyes, she looked at Jace's concerned face.

"She did nothing," she whispered, shuddering. "And everyone hurt her."

Jace pressed his lips against her hair. "Clary," he murmured. "Clary, what happened?"

Clary looked at the floor. She shivered.

"Her parents," she started, so quietly Jace could barely hear. "Sold her. To -" Clary broke off.

"To a brothel, Jace," she whispered. "She was raped for four years." Jace's arms tightened around Clary.

"And when she finally got out, another boy broke her heart," Clary cried. "It's no wonder she doesn't want love, or people."

"Everyone she's known has hurt her." Jace murmured. He lifted Clary to her feet and walked her down to her room. They sat down on Clary's bed.

"How's Izzy taking it?" Jace asked.

"I think she's with Simon," Clary said quietly.

Jace straightened. "Lila's alone?"

"She wanted to be."

"No," Jace said, "No, she wants to run."

Jace bolted up and shot out of the room.

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Lila's feet slapped the concrete sidewalk as she ran away from the hotel. She hadn't decided where she was going to go, just away from them.

She had believed that people cared about her before. Where did that get her? No. She worked alone.

The moon was high tonight, and the streets were busy with passing cars. Lila adjusted her shoulder bag, and kept running, her blonde hair swinging behind her.

"Where the hell are you going?" Someone shouted behind her. She knew who it was. Cocky, arrogant, and completely oblivious to everything she needed to do.

"Away from here, Jace," Lila shot back, and continued running.

He was just as fast as she was, and slid in front of her, blocking her path.

"Get out of the way!" She shouted, over the roar of cars.

"No!" Jace yelled back. "You can't leave!"

"I have to, get the hell away from me!"

She tried to jump around Jace, but his reactions were just as quick as hers, and he was in front of her again.

"Oh, don't feel misunderstood," he roared at her. "You're not the only one who's had problems."

"You don't get it!" She screamed back. "You have Clary! And Izzy! And Simon! I have nothing!"

"You have US!" He yelled, waving his hands in the air.

"Why should I trust some stupid story about a family I never had?" she cried. Her blonde curls fell into her face, and she impatiently pushed them back.

Jace grabbed her arm and dragged her into a nearby ally. She struggled, but Jace was stronger.

"Look at me!" he hissed. With a firm scowl, Lila looked at Jace.

He studied her eyes for a while. "I know it's true," he said. "Because we have the same eyes."

Lila shook her head, "My eyes are blue, dip shit."

"No, not in color." He said quietly. "In fundamentals."

"What are you talking about?"

Jace sighed. "You have the eyes I saw in mirror every morning a while ago. The kind that have a wall guarding them. The kind that don't trust, and don't care. The kind that are blind, or searching for something that's missing."

Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. "So?"

"So?" Jace yelled. "So I know you, Lila! I know how you feel and I know what can help! Everything that's happened to you, I know what it's like and you need to not be alone and -"

"Damn it, I AM you!" Jace shouted, as he smacked the brick wall behind Lila.

Lila shook in her shoes. He was right.

"It was Clary, wasn't it?" She whispered.

"What?"

"Clary was what changed you," she said. Her blonde curls fell down, covering her face.

"Yes," Jace said slowly. "Yes she was." They stood in silence for a few minutes, taking everything in, planning what to do next.

"I can help," Jace whispered. "You probably take insane risks, don't you?"

She silently nodded.

"Because you don't care." Jace continued. "But you care enough not to commit suicide."

Lila subconsciously rubbed her wrist. Jace noticed, looked down, and grabbed it.

He pulled her wrist up, and saw three faint scars.

"What the hell is this?" He muttered, looking down at her. "Lila?"

"The first one was from a piece of glass I found at the Trade." She whispered, tears spilling over her cheeks. "The second was when I didn't know what to do after I got out. The third was when I found out Peter used me, but I couldn't leave."

Jace looked at her for a second, speechless. He wrapped his arms around her, and Lila jumped into his. Jace had to be her brother. It felt right.

They walked out of the ally and back to the hotel. They didn't speak, and the night air flew around them.

Simon, Izzy, and Clary were all waiting outside, looking worried. Jace addressed them.

"No need to worry," he smirked. "My excellence has brought another damsel back to us."

Lila snorted. "Please. None of you could bear the thought of never seeing my stunning face again."

She most certainly was Jace's sister.

A/N: So.. Review? Pretty pretty please?