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RECAP: Jace slowly pieced each puzzle piece and little bits of information together before looking up and meeting the woman's gaze and the sudden familiar dark brown eyes. It couldn't be. The last time he had seen her she had been a small girl with pink tails for hair.

'You've changed a lot Isabelle.' He smirked taking her in again.

'Long time no see brother dear.' She said and it definitely had been.

AN: Before I start writing I want to apologise for the constant changing of third person to first. I'm to trying to figure out which writing style I prefer

CLARY'S POV:

'God!' Clary groaned, turning her head over in her pillow. She wasn't getting any sleep, no matter how hard she tried.

'11:30' P.M continued to flash on the alarm clock next to Clary's bed and Clary couldn't help but wonder what Jace was doing. Was he really going to go through with the absurd offer her birth Father had appointed to him? She knew that he probably was. Jace just wanted to escape town. Escape anything to do with her.

'Maybe I should go see him.' She found herself saying. Luckily, Sebastian was out of town on a business trip so there was no risk of him overhearing her delusional conversation with herself.

Sebastian had been acting weird just before he left, as if he was hiding something from her and she was all too curious to find out what. After constantly searching for over two hours throughout the house for anything to give her a clue she gave up and she knew a lot better then to ask. She had the scars to prove it, literally.

She walked into the bathroom of her en suite, facing the mirror. She looked like crap, and that was putting it nicely.

Since her conversation with Izzy and self-hatred over the whole situation she's kept herself wallowing in self pity in the company of her apartment. The constant news reports about her 'scandal' , as the media put it, was on nearly every channel. At one point she was very close to breaking Sebastian's new TV by throwing the remote at it as another similar new story about her blared through it.

'Why can't everybody just leave me alone?' She had screamed, that was directed at the foetus growing inside of her as well.

She did feel sorry for their outburst that morning. She was more the n partly to blame and not just because she was a completely hormonal mess.

Her pregnancy was not giving her a smooth ride. Now she was coming up to the end of her first trimester and three months pregnant, she was still violently vomiting from 6 am through to 3 in the afternoon, sometimes with surprise attacks in the middle of the night and Sebastian wasn't particularly bothered with helping her with her cravings like she'd read husbands usually did. Not that Sebastian was in anyway similar. Since figuring it as a bastard that will just do good with his image he was far from interested in even picking a name.

Clary was on her own through it all, she had no family to contact since Sebastian had cut her off from them, Isabelle was only interested in shopping and with their recent fight she wasn't exactly comfortable in asking for her help and Jace was way, way out of the question.

It seemed pretty obvious that by staring at herself in the mirror for ages she wasn't going to get anywhere. She needed to get her lazy ass out of the door and create some kind of miracle to fix every single problem.

That might have been a bit far fetching is but she could try, couldn't she. Yes! She'd march right up to Jace's door. Scream at him for being at total egotistic idiot and then in some way get him to stay without causing any more trouble to the situation.

The plan didn't seem quite fall-proof but it was worth a shot and she couldn't bare to sit around and watch more of her devilish unfaithful ways. This was for her own well-being as well as Jace's.

She just prayed that none of the media was stalking her at this ungodly hour of the night.

AN: Just a recap that in Chapter 5 it was revealed that Jace never met his parents and was adopted when he was 6 by Michael Wayland, who turned abusive towards him after becoming an alcoholic. Isabelle wasn't mentioned in his telling of the story to Clary, though I had planned this a long time before.

JACE'S POV:

Isabelle sat across from me, her posture tight and uncomfortable. Mine undeniably reflected that. It wasn't everyday your long lost sister buzzed through the door after nearly ten long years. Isabelle wasn't my blood related Sister but we had both been adopted from the same foster home by Michael Wayland. We had never been that fussed with each other, especially after we reached the age of ten. It had only been when Wayland had started getting abusive to me that I even heard from her. She had always been the one to watch on the sideline and be there to comfort afterwards. I still remember this one time when Michael had brought a girl home, drunk off his ass, when I was thirteen and Isabelle, only eleven, had come into my room and curled into my chest on the bed with such matter of innocence.

-Flashback-

'Jace.' Izzy shook me awake, her hand reaching for his.

'Iz?' He asked, seeing her face stained from tears. 'What's wrong?' He asked but heard it not long after, the unmistakable groans and murmurs coming from the room next door.

'It's okay Iz.' He reassured her, pulling the quilt covers up so she could climb in with me.

'He's scaring me, Jace.' She whispered, cuddling into my side.

'I know.' He replied, pressing his lips to her forehead. 'We have each other though.'

'Forever?' She asked looking up, her eyes wide and so innocent.

'Forever.' He promised, wiping the remaining tears from her stained cheeks.

'What is he doing?' Izzy asked, both of them in silence, listening to the noises from the other room. She was too young to understand, well, understand completely. At the time he had known a lot more then a boy his age should but mostly from the situation he was in. He had to venture into adulthood quite early on to protect both himself and his little sister.

'Something he's not supposed to.' He had answered. The small girl knew better then to question, she knew Jace would tell her when the time came to it and now was not the time.

'I love you Jace.' She said to him, snuggling into his chest and closing her eyes. 'Forever.' She whispered before falling asleep.

'Forever.' He answered doing just the same.

-End Flashback-

'You can't keep ignoring my question.' Isabelle voiced.

'I know.' I took a deep breath, meeting her suddenly familiar dark brown eyes. 'I met her at this club-' I started. Just to be interrupted by an undeniable snort from her.

'That's a good start.' She cracked.

'Can I tell the story?' I asked her, shaking a hand through my hair.

She nodded. 'Sorry.'

'It was called Pandemonium.' I told her.

'Wait when was this?' She quizzed.

'I don't know, four months ago?' I shook my head. No, it couldn't of been that long. But thinking back to everything that had happened I nodded. 'Yeah, four months.'

'That's when I took her!' She exploded, her pulling her legs up to where she stood. 'The all ages club, right?' She asked. I nodded. 'Coincidences keep happening to us brother dear.' She smirked.

'Anyway…' I started again, she gave me an apologetic glance that I took as asking me to continue. 'I asked her to dance. Just like any other guy.'

'You were trying to get in her pants!' She accused.

I raised my hands up. 'No! Honestly I wasn't.' and then I remembered the start of our conversation. 'Okay, maybe at first, maybe. But that was the type of guy I was.'

'Was?'

I nodded. 'As corny as it sounds. After I met Clary I changed.'

I saw a small smile play at the edge of her mouth. 'So you guys danced?'

'Yeah,' I nodded. 'She was amazing. At the time I had no idea who she was but I felt this sort of electricity between us.'

'Jace, you sound like a Danielle Steel novel not a 24 yr old guys,' She snorted.

'Shut up!' I laughed.

'I missed you.' She whispered.

'I thought we were talking about Clary and I?' I smiled.

'We are.' She agreed. ' Just wanted you to know.'

'I missed you too little Sis.' I sniffed.

'On with Clary.' She smiled, tears dripping down her cheek.

'On to prove I'm not the home wrecker you accused me of being.' I joked but she didn't even try to deny it. 'Anyway, we danced, we talked- just like any to her couple and I gave her my number as soon as she decided to run off on me.' He looked to his Sister and realised that she needed to know, Clary would understand eventually.

'I thought it was odd. I called her beautiful and suddenly she has to leave. I didn't miss the hurried, scared look on her face and I knew something was up.'

'What are you talking about Jace?' She stared at me. This obviously wasn't sounding like the summer romance story she was expecting.

'Izzy, I'm going to tell you something and you need to promise me you won't tell anyone else and won't say anything until I've finished.'

'I promise.' She whispered without a blink.

'Sebastian and Clary aren't a fairy tale romance that they have everyone believing.' I took a deep breath. 'Sebastian hits her.' He looked up at Isabelle who remained frozen in the same place.

'W..What?' She managed.

'I think you heard me.'

'You…you're lying.' She accused. I walked over and stood in front of her.

'Do I look like I'm lying?'

She shook her head. Tears falling down her cheeks. 'Omg, I'm such a terrible best friend.' She cried, throwing herself into my arms, sobbing into my chest.

'They had us all fooled.' He whispered to her.

'How did you find out?' She asked.

'She used the number I gave her.' My voice croaked as I remember the night. 'She called for help.'

'Oh my god!' Izzy cried. Her tears drenching her shoulder.

Suddenly the door banged open. 'Jace- you can't- What the hell is going on?' Isabelle and I both looked towards the door to see an utterly shocked Clary. Her long curly red hair was in a matter of tangled, her coat ripped and drenched.

'C-Clary,' Izzy cried, holding a hand to her mouth.

It didn't take long for Clary to figure out. 'You told her?' The disappointment in her eyes killed.

'Clary, ' I said getting up and walking towards her. The last time I'd seen her I'd told her she was a waste of time. How wrong I had been. 'I'd like to introduce you to someone.' I said motioning to Izzy who walked up beside him.

'I know who she is!' Clary clashed.

'I don't think you do.' I said, taking hold of my Sisters hand.

'You…your dating?' She freaked. 'And you called me the cheater!' She flicked at Izzy.

'Clary we aren't dating.' Izzy said composing herself. 'And I'm so so sorry I said anything terrible to you about this whole situation.' She squeezed her best friend in a surprise hug, Clary still remaining utterly still.

'So you do know?' She asked, tears falling down her freckled cheeks. Izzy nodded taking a step back.

'Clary, this is Isabelle Marie. My Sister.'

'You! My! What?' She asked utterly baffled.

'Not blood related.' Isabelle added. 'But we were both adopted by Michael Wayland in the year 1995.' She gave my hand a small squeeze laughing. 'He's my adoptive brother.'

'I think I need to sit down.' She said, rushing over to the living room sofa.

'I came over to stop Jace leaving, not to find out all this.'

'Water?' Izzy offered.

'Oh so you know where he keep his water now too?' She asked frustrated,

'Um…from the tap?' Jace said, raising his eyebrow.

'Sorry,' Clary apologised. 'This is just a lot to process.'

'Tell me about it.' Izzy said, returning with a glass of water. 'Up until that conversation with you, I thought this idiot was dead.'

'Gese thanks Iz.' I said sarcastically.

'How long has it been since you last saw each other?' Clary asked, glancing back and forth between the two of us.

'Nearly ten years.' I answered.

'That's when I first met you, Iz.' Clary remembered.

'Yeah, I was adopted by the Lightwood's.' She smiled.

'You got adopted?' I asked her, surprised.

'Yeah, didn't you?' She asked, her smile faltering.

'In between foster homes for four years.' I shrugged.

Everyone decided to drop the subject then and there. There was enough tension in the room without it.

'Wait a sec,' Isabelle started, looking at me. 'Did Clary say you were leaving?'

I gulped. I'd completely forgotten myself. 'Looks like I've missed my flight.' I chuckled looking at my watch.

'Where were you going?' Izzy asked me but before I could answer Clary butted in.

'He was going to Valentine.' Clary glared.

'As in Morgenstan?' She asked, her eyes wide. Clary nodded, shooting me a pointed look. 'Jace you can't.' She freaked shaking her head, pleading.

'What's so bad about him?' I asked.

'He's a crook Jace. A man who owes a lot of money to a lot of people.'

'So? I owe some people some money.'

'Yeah,' Clary said. 'But are they willing to kill you for it?'

'You're serious?' I asked her.

'Deadly.'

'Okay,' I agreed, patting Iz's shoulder to reassure her. 'I won't go.'

'Good,' Clary smiled for the first time that night and I felt the sudden thrill to want to go up and hug her familiar body. I knew better though. 'Now we have something else to discuss.'

'Yeah,' Isabelle agreed, sitting by her best friend. 'I'm a million time sorry, Clary.' She apologised again bursting out in tears.

'It's okay Iz.' She promised pulling her in for a hug. 'Do you mind if I talk to Jace alone for a bit?' She asked her once she'd calmed down.

'Yeah.' She nodded before tuning towards me. 'Do you mind if I take a nap in your room?' She asked.

'Go for it.' I waved my hand towards the door in the left hand corner.

'Clary-'

'Jace-' We both started at the same time.

'Sorry.' I apologised.

'No I'm sorry.' She said laughing.

'You first,' I nodded for her to continue.

'I'm sorry for before.' She said, suddenly interested in her fingers.

'No as sorry as I am.' I admitted, sitting down next to her. The closeness of us both sent familiar sparks through my body that only Clary could create. 'You know I'd never regret any of it, right?' I asked her, meeting her delicate, little green eyes.

'Really?' She asked uncertain. I grabbed her shaking hand in both of mine, holding it until it went still.

'I promise.' She smiled, wiping away a tear that managed to drop from her eye, smearing a bit of mascara across her cheek. In a habit I licked my thumb gently rubbing off before realising what I was doing.

'Oh, sorry.' I apologised, moving back slightly.

She grabbed my hand. 'It's okay.' She whispered, resting her head in the crook of my neck as she sat down on my lap. The familiar position felt so comforting, like all these terrible weeks without her- I was finally home. I knew it wasn't permanent, just a spare of the moment thing, But it was nice, just holding her. Listening to her short breaths and her heart beat battle against my own. There was something about the whole situation that felt so fragile, yet so intimate.

It felt like ages just sitting there like that but in reality it was only a short few minutes before we were quickly interrupted by a familiar figure walking out of my bedroom.

Clary hopped of me, shooting me an apologetic look for the moment they just stared. The look was so final, saying 'I'm sorry, that won't happen again.' Even though I wished things were different, and it was undeniable that even with the past few weeks flooding into my head. I still loved her with every being of my soul.

'So…' Isabelle started. 'I couldn't sleep.' She laughed. 'Too much on my mind I guess.'

'Gosh I can't believe I'm going to be an Aunty.' She said as she squinted her eyes purposely over at Clary's barely visible baby bump that was gradually appearing.

'Iz, what's wrong with you?' Clary asked, concerned.

'Aunty Izzy!' She exclaimed giggling and then the whiff of alcohol came tumbling through the air. She must of found my stash of whiskey under the bed.

'She's drunk.' I reassured Clary, who had a hand poised on her left hip.

'God! Who knew?' Izzy giggled, poking her fingers at Clary and I. 'My best friend and my big brother having a baby together!' She giggled. 'I wonder which one of you the little monsters going to look like.' She slurred.

I chuckled before realising what she was saying. She wasn't serious was she? She was drunk, that was all. No way, the baby was mine. But the unmistakable flinch on Clary's face said it all.

'WHAT THE HELL!?' I exploded.

AN: Ahhhhhhh Jace knows ooooooh :O! And Izzy has found out about Sebastian. Things are finally coming together. REVIEW! NEED 73 REVIEWS UNTIL I UPDATE NEXT! That's only 7 reviews! You guys can do it!