Clary knew she should have gone to her mother long ago. The minutes passed, then hours, then days, and she still hadn't seen her mother. The Doctors came in every few hours to update them on Jace's condition - which hadn't changed- and tell her the position of the donor's heart; which they still didn't have.

As much as it pained her heart, she knew she had to speak to her mother about helping her, but it was so hard. Clary couldn't trust her mother whatsoever. There was something that both Jace and Jocelyn were hiding from her. She certainly couldn't ask Jace, and her mother. . . well, she didn't want to confront her just yet.

Clary hugged her arms to her chest, closing her eyes and listening to her steady breaths. She truly had to calm her racing thoughts, it was bad for her baby.

But as much as Clary knew how bad these stressful thoughts were for her and her baby, she welcomed these distractions into her head. They clouded the fiery pain that flared in her chest everytime she thought of when and how her husband had been shot. With her husband's health repeatedly getting better and then deteriorating, she had forgotten all about Jace's infidelity. At the thought of him fucking another woman, her fists curled, her nails biting into her skin.

The worst part of the fact that he cheated, for Clary, was that she knew who it was - at least she had heard of who it was - and Jace had promised that he would never be with her again.

Jace had only been with two women in his life, Clary knew; Kalie and herself. While Clary never met Kalie, she knew how big she was in her husband's life. And Clary was just as angry as Kalie as she was with her husband. What human being sleeps with another significant other when they God-damn well know that they are taken? Clary thought angerly.

Not being able to sit around and take this treachery, Clary got up and walked out the room, and past Alec, who was watching her, and Izzy, who had Max laying on their laps. She didn't even notice that Magnus wasn't there. She didn't notice Alec move Max's feet off his lap and get up. She didn't notice him call her name.

She simply walked to the reception's desk and asked about Kalie's room.

Alec noticed Clary walk away. Noticed how she walked to the receptionist desk. He stood up and called out to her, but she ignored him.

Shrugging it off, he figured this was his time to visit his brother.

Looking back at his sister and son, he walked in the room. He looked around and saw Jace, lying lifeless on the bed. His tan-golden skin seemed to glow against the white and light blue hospital sheets and blankets. His whole body seemed to illuminate against the entire room, Alec noticed, his eyebrows quirking up a little in surprise. The one thing that seemed off about this picture, Alec realized alarmingly, was how broken and dead his brother looked. He had enormous shadows under his eyes. His skin on his face was tightly stretched over the sharp angles in his face.

If Alec saw Jace like this a few hours prior, he knew he would feel that now old, warm feeling swell up in his chest, that Alec only ever got now when he was with Magnus.

Now all Alec felt when looking at his brother was anguish. After all that time spent getting to know each other and love each other, it could be thrown all away. Alec felt anguish for that. Alec felt sadness for the fact that Jace would never meet his child, that Alec's future niece/nephew would never meet their father. That his own children would never bond with their uncle. . .

Alec wondered when his brothers suffering would finally end. At least, Alec considered, if Jace were to die, then he would suffer no longer. But Alec wasn't all too fond of the idea of his brother dying.

Alec found it a little strange to see Jace with a feeding tube. He looked so helpless, it pained him. Alec knew that if Jace saw himself like this he would be revolted. He knew he would say some rude retort at the sight of anyone like this-anyone except Clary.

At that moment, Alec was thankful that he didn't have a feeding tube. He felt very relieved and a little proud that he could go eat some chips. Alec didn't feel remorse for the thought, though. He knew Jace would go get the chips and eat, smirking.

Alec chuckled and went to grab a bag of chips.

When he walked out into the hallway once again, he saw Izzy, still scrolling through her phone. When was the last time she ate or worked? Alec thought to himself. He also saw Max his head resting on her thighs. His eyes closed, his lips parted slightly. Alec smiled when he saw that he was drooling slightly on Izzy's black jeans.

He walked to the vending machine, deciding to get him and Izzy a snack.

Turning a corner in the hallway, Alec saw someone - a woman - walk away from the vending machine. She was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses, but Alec found the outfit strange for the fact that she wore stilettos.

She dropped something - a dollar, Alec guessed - and when Alec reached the machine, she turned, glancing at him, but he couldn't get a look at her. She walked passed him, slamming her shoulder into his ribcage, not enough to hurt, but to know she did it on purpose. He looked back at her as she rounded the corner.

What an assortment of choices, Alec thought pleased, he could hear the grumble in his stomach. He knew Izzy liked almond chocolate, but he couldn't find any, much to his disappointment. Sighing, he pushed in the numbers for a bag of pretzels for both him and Izzy.

He turned the corner and walked to Izzy, who was still on her phone.

"Here" - He dropped the bag in front of her face - "you go." She glanced up at him and mumbled a groggy 'thank you'.

"How's Max?" Alec said, bending down to kiss his child's head.

"Great! Did you see Jace yet?" Izzy asked. "I'm pretty sure Clary walked out at some point . . ."

"Yeah, I did." After a pause, he shook his head, his voice cracking, "He doesn't look very good, Iz. . ."

Izzy didn't say anything, just smoothed back the hair that fell onto her nephew's forehead. Alec took this as his cue to go back to his brother.

Before he entered the room, he opened the bag of chips, savoring the taste of food. He entered the room, the door opening silently.

When he stepped in, he saw the girl from before in the room, except she wasn't a girl she was Jocelyn. She was talking on the phone.

Deciding to stay silent, he listened to what Jocelyn was saying. To tell the truth, Alec had forgotten all about Jocelyn.

"Yes," Jocelyn snapped. "He is still alive." He heard a few voices from the other line, but couldn't make them out. "And the money? It's mine when he dies? He hasn't touched it?" Alec couldn't hear anything, but he heard Jocelyn clap her hands together in joy. "How wonderful! I don't think I say this enough, but I love you, Val."

Val? Alec didn't know Jocelyn had family outside of Clary. Actually, Alec didn't think Jocelyn was capable of keeping someone around long to consider family!

Alec cleared his throat, alerting her of his presence. She whirled around, stumbling on heels, that Alec still found ugly paired with her pants and top. She gave a tight-lipped smile, that obviously didn't reach her eyes. Alec heard the line going dead. "Alexander," Alec visibly cringed at the sound of her venomously smooth voice saying his full name, that was reserved for Magnus, and Magnus only. "I didn't hear you come in. I was just calling some friends about what they could fo to help poor Jace. . ." She nodded her chin at Jace's limp body on the bed next to her.

Alec nodded hesitantly. They stood there in silence, the only sound was of Jace's breathing through the tube and the beeping of the machines until Alec asked "What do you have that could help Jace? And why would you help Jace? You two have the worst relationship I have ever seen!"

"I may not care for Jace, but I care for Clary - she's my daughter!" Alec actually felt a little sympathy for the woman at the way her voice broke with desperation at 'daughter'. "I want her to be happy, and I will do almost anything, for her."

"You are certainly doing a wonderful job at being there for her, you know with dumping her at your friend's house." He rose an eyebrow at her, bitter amusement clear in his voice.

"I left for her," her nostrils flared. "You have no idea how hard it was to leave her - and my son? " She sounded mad. "You think it was easy to leave my last living child behind? It was better for her!' Tears rimmed her eyes.

"If all you want is for her to be happy, why do you hate Jace so much?"

"I don't hate Jace, he hates me certainly," she gave a bitter chuckle. "But I don't. There are just - things that are greater than hate, love, and morals."

It was times like these that Clary was truly grateful for her position and relationships at her job - not that there were ever times like these.

She opened the door to the Kalie's supposed room, and peeked inside, where, unsurprisingly, Kalie lay, flipping through the channels, a remote in her right hand, the same arm with her I.V.

Clary entered the room, knocking on the wall to send notice. Kalie let her in, muting the volume on the T.V. "Hello," Kalie said when she saw Clary, her voice light and pleasant. So different then what she probably used on Jace, Clary thought, fighting the urge to burst out on the woman, who very well knew that Jace was with someone else.

Realization dawned on Kalie, her smile slipping off her face, replaced with a frown. Not a remorseful one, or an angry one, but a confused one. "You must be the woman who screwed my husband. I'm Clary, but I'm sure you knew that already."

Kalie sucked in a breath, giving a weak smile."How could you sleep with someone else's man, knowing that they were taken? I thought there was some sort of universal girl code?" Clary gripped the end of her bed.

"There are more important things then that stupid code. Like helping out a friend, who obviously needed some affection, which he obviously wasn't getting from home. That's the code I follow, the friendship one."

"Our views on friendship are very different," Clary murmured, her grip on the end loosened.

"Well, I wanted to help in the way I knew how; In the way that I knew he needed. And I am sorry, because no one deserves pain like that; betrayal. Which, be the way, was what your husband was feeling, for the past few years," Clary sighed at her statement, knowing she was right. But still, Clary reasoned herself, that was no right to cheat. "What we did was wrong, and out of all the years that you have been married and we hung out, we never went behind your back except that one time. And, we got our karma." She gave a sour laugh.

"And besides," Kalie added when Clary stayed silent. "Do you know how hard it for someone to love the person who indirectly caused them so much pain? To love the person who looks almost identical to the person who did cause them so much pain?"

Clary, who had looked away to look out the window, snapped her head at Kalie, her brows furrowed together in confusion, herself rendered speechlessly. "What - What do you mean by that?"

"Your mother, you look like her." Now Kalie was confused. She knew that her mother caused his abuse, Kalie though perplexed, right?

"How does my mother tie into this?" Clary was distraught, confused out of her mind.

"Your mom, she caused his abuse. Everything. He's been working on your father's case for years. He shared a lot of information on how Jocelyn has tied everything. I thought . . . you knew."

Clary couldn't believe it. Her mother . . . her father was alive . . . Jace knew. A sob escaped her throat, her whole world crashing down upon her. Everything she knew, had been a lie.

She couldn't stop sobbing, they kept racking her body, making her weak all over. She slowly walked to the bed and sank down on it, tears streaming down her face. How could she be related to someone so horrible, how could she look like her? Clary thought, clawing at face with her bitten-down nails. Distantly, she felt the other girl's hand on her shoulder. Reassurance, Clary guessed.

Clary, Alec, Izzy, and Max were in Jace's room, Simon had stopped by to give his condolences to Clary and Izzy, but both Izzy and Clary snapped at Simon for saying "I'm sorry for your loss", stating that he wasn't dead yet. Tears had rimmed their eyes, and now their eyes were puffy. Clary was thankful for that, because she could pass the redness as irritation from before, not from the revelation of what her mother had done, which she was going to speak - scream - to Jace about when he woke up and was healthy.

Simon, seeing the distress he had caused, had apologized instantly, pulling Izzy into a hug and kissing her hair. Clary had to admit; she was jealous that Izzy had her spouse and she didn't.

Clary was tremendously happy that Jocelyn was not here, or, and Clary knew, she would yell at her, and that wouldn't solve anything. She had to talk to her mother, milk it all out, and then go to the police.

So, here they all were now, listening to the news that the doctor had to deliver; good news, the doctor claimed - really good news!

" - a match has seemed to magically appear," the doctor smiled widely. "Which is amazing! And super rare. He'll need to into surgery right now."

The doctor handed the papers over to Clary, who spent no time in signing them before handing them back.

Clary watched as they wheeled Jace on his gurney passed the NO ADMITTANCE area, tears streaming down her face. Wiping her tears, pretending that she didn't see her husband get wheeled away for a very delicate surgery, she turned and walked into the elevator, pressing the floor number which Jace's room was located at.

Before it reached her floor, it went down to the first floor. Clary lost herself to the elevator music; soft Jazz. She was so lost in it that when the elevator door opened she didn't even notice that a man was standing right in front her. He had black hair, combed back, and blue eyes, that Clary would have find stunning if she didn't already think gold was already stunning and the most beautiful thing. He wore a black coat and dark blue jeans and dress shoes.

Clary broke out into a sad grin when she realized who it was - Will Herondale, Jace's brother. Once seeing the realization in her eyes, he opened his arms wide and she hugged him. "Will," she murmured into his chest.

"Hey, Clare." He stepped back, mirroring the smile she had given him seconds before.

They stood in the boring and tiring Jazz music, distracting them. The elevator dinged and the doors opened at Jace's floor. "So, what are you doing here?" Clary asked looking at him as they walked, Will following her, even though he had no idea where she was going.

"Well, when I have to find out from my wife, over the phone, that my brother was shot in the chest and was in a coma - "

"Medically induced coma," Clary corrected.

Will continued, rolling his eyes, his lips twitched up at the side. "tomato, tamato. I had to come and see him!"

"Will," Clary sighed, shaking her head. "I am so sorry that I hadn't told you. It's been so stressful! He cheated," Clary pointed out first, running her hands through her hair. "And then he gets shot and I find out I'm pregnant! I totally forgot about Isabelle and Alec, too, don't worry!"

"Clary," Will out his hands on her shoulder and looked down at her sternly. "I would slap my brother if he wasn't so unhealthy, and I get it. And congrats!"

Clary snorted at Will's honesty, but it fell short to think about how Jace was, in fact, so unhealthy.

"Where is my brother, anyway? And where are we going?"

"They just took him to surgery, they found him a donor. Which is a miracle!" Clary said, nodding towards the elevator.

Will remained silent at the news that Jace had been taken to surgery, and Clary knew what he was thinking: What if I never get to say goodbye?

Clary was hunched over the hospital toilet, panting. Morning sickness is a pain, she thought. Groaning, she fell back on the wall of the stall, refreshing in the coolness.

Once she hauled herself up, she flushed the toilet and walked out the stall. When she washed her hands, she couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror and be disgusted. It wasn't because she thought she was ugly - she was fairly pretty - it was that she looked remarkably like her mother. She heard the bathroom door open and close. Clary looked that way and saw her mother. Speak of the devil, she thought, biting back a sneer.

They stood in an awkward silence, none daring to speak. But finally, her mother did, "Are you okay?"

Clary laughed. "Are you serious?" Jocelyn looked confused. "Of course not! I look like you!"

Jocelyn looked offended, she leaned back as if she had physically been hit. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She ignored the question, her voice cracking. "How could you?"

Jocelyn stayed silent for a few seconds but then sighed. "You found out."

"How could you do that to someone? To a child?"

"I did it for you. And for your father." She said nonchalantly.

"My father? He-he is dead." Clary asked, not believing what she was hearing.

"He faked his own death and has been living in secret, me with him."

"And you sent those who tried to murder Jace." Clary reasoned.

"He cheated on you! He had to die for me to get his money. It works perfectly!"

"I can't. I can't even look at you, right now." Clary pushed past her mother, wiping her tears.

A/N: There are one or two more chapters to go in this story. Thank you. P.s I don't know any medical terms and I made stuff up about banking in this story, I think.