Alright everyone, here is the next chapter, a little later in the week than I usually post mostly because I was happy to read CoHF and I wanted to give you all enough time to read it as well. I am not sure how much of it I may end up incorporating, but if I decide to I will make sure to including a warning for any of those that have not read it yet. Well I hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for your continued support and reviews. Please let me know what you think as well as any ideas you have or things you might want to see.

Chapter 10

Jace had been frantically pacing the same steps for over an hour. He was surrounded by tress in the New York Park where he had gone to train with Alec when he was younger. He wore a long black cloak overtop of his fighting gear, a long black hood covering his hair from the large snowflakes that had begun to fall. He could already tell it was going to be a harsh winter this year as the snow was falling already and it was only the beginning of November.

"If you keep pacing in the same spot you'll wear a path that will be seen come summer." A voice said from the edge of the trees causing Jace to turn suddenly. Brandon appeared through the trees dressed similarly to Jace; a long black cloak overtop of guard uniform.

"I thought you said you would meet me here at noon?" Jace said through gritted teeth.

"I had every intention, but getting some clearance from my duties proved more difficult than I had hoped." Brandon said almost shyly.

"Well now I'm freezing." Jace said storming off away from the clearing, leaving Brandon with only two options: stay alone or follow. Brandon hurried to catch up with Jace who was trudging through the snow toward the park exit.

"Did you have a particular place in mind or are we just going to do this while we walk?" Brandon asked while catching up to Jace.

"That's what she said." Jace said with a slight smile looking straight ahead.

Jace had lead Brandon back to the apartment building and shrugged off his heavy cloak as soon as he entered. There was a fire blazing in the living room ready to both dry the cloak and warm their hands. Jace found the warmth of the fire had not been enough and headed for the kitchen where he poured himself a large glass of whisky which he downed in a large gulp.

Brandon took off his cloak as Jace had done then followed Jace into the kitchen where he watched the golden boy drink like a champ. Brandon shook out his hair which was normally tied back per his uniform standards. Today he was off duty, and also breaking laws, so he decided to let his dark brown wavy hair fall around his face freely. Some snow had gotten caught under the hood and melted in his hair giving it a slightly damp demeanor.

"Want one?" Jace asked holding up his glass.

"Yeah, you better pour me one." Brandon said, coming to take a seat at the island. The light from the fireplace behind him cast shadows in the dimly lit room; there were no windows in this house so far as Brandon could see.

Jace pour himself a drink as well as one for Brandon then slid the glass across the smooth counter which Brandon caught with ease. "Alright, you wanted to meet, start talking." Jace said downing his second glass.

Brandon smelled the amber liquid before taking a tentative sip. He enjoyed the slow burn as the liquid slid down into his stomach, warming him from the inside. "Well you know that Clary was taken into custody because she was Sebastian's sister. After I met with you, Clary was taken down into one of the interrogation tanks where the Inquisitor basically told her that she wouldn't be killed as long as she would make war runes for the Clave."

Jace scoffed and went to pour himself another drink; he had been drinking a lot since last night.

Brandon resumed, "Clary was instructed to make a destructive rune and she picked up an orange, drew a rune and then I was instructed to come into the tank and retrieve it so the Inquisitor could look at it. Clary had made some kind of knock-out rune, so when the Inquisitor broke the skin of the orange we all passed out. Clary then broke her brother free and escaped through a portal." Brandon took a larger gulp of his drink needing to feel the burn again.

Jace looked to Brandon with confusion. "Who helped her with the portal?" He asked.

"From the looks of it, she made it herself." Brandon said, setting his glass down and looking up to see Jace's eyes go wide.

"I didn't know she could make portals." He said half in shock, "That's why they want her dead." He breathed barely above a whisper.

"Well that and the Inquisitor is rather pissed off, and she isn't known for her pleasantries when she is happy." Brandon said with half a grimace.

"What I really don't understand is why you are helping her." Jace said, his eyes beginning to gloss from the excessive and quick drinking he was doing. He needed to slow down.

"I guess I wasn't really raised like other Shadowhunters and I see that what they have been doing to Clary is wrong." Brandon said as an explanation.

"What do you mean you weren't raised like other Shadowhunters?" Jace questioned, feeling his head spin lightly.

"Weren't you slightly curious after I told you my name? It isn't exactly a typical Shadowhunter name." Brandon said raising one eyebrow to Jace.

Jace hadn't actually thought about it a whole lot; his mind had been stuck on other things, things like Clary. Now that he took a moment to try to remember through the fog, White wasn't a Shadowhunter name. "So you ascended?" Jace asked, being the only explanation he could think of.

"No, nothing simple like that." Brandon heaved a deep sigh and then began to explain. "My mother was the one I figure had Shadowhunter blood in her, though I have never met her. I actually don't even know her name or what she looks like. I was raised by my father in a mundane household with mundane siblings. I knew nothing of this life or what kind of blood flowed through my veins. My dad had always treated me well, but my step-mother thought I was a walking reminder of my dad's betrayal."

"Oh." Jace said as the gears turned and clicked in his head. "You're dad had an affair, which resulted in you, then your dad took you in."

"Yes. He never spoke of my mother, or why he had me instead of her. After finding out that I am part Shadowhunter I figured it was because of the dangerous life Shadowhunter's live, maybe she was too busy killing demons to talk care of me." Brandon shrugged but the pain in his voice was clear to hear. "When I was younger I used to tell my step-mom and dad about the strange things I would see, they played it off as silly childhood fears until I got older. My step-mom had me sent to a mental facility when I was 12, saying that I believed I was possessed. I lived there for 2 years before a Shadowhunter found me. Apparently it is not uncommon for young Shadowhunters to get placed in facilities like that when they are raised as a Mundane."

Jace thought of Clary's upbringing in the mundane world, and he was grateful for once of the spells that Magnus had put on her which blinded her from the real world around her. At least she hadn't grown up scared thinking she was crazy for seeing demons and faeries running around that no one else could see.

"So I was taken to Idris where I was trained to be a Shadowhunter and shoved through an assembly line like education to get me caught up. Everyone treated me different because I had been brought up outside the world and had no idea what family blood ran through my veins. They tend to get a little crazy with the family blood thing in Alicante. I guess that was why I felt particularly strongly toward Clary and Sebastian. They were both being judged for the blood that flowed through their veins even though they had been raised without even knowing it was different."

Jace nodded in agreement and refilled Brandon's glass, encouraging him to keep talking. Jace refilled his own glass, this time with water. It somewhat felt good to have someone to talk to, someone else that partially understood what it was like to not fully belong.

"I guess I have always wondered how differently I would be treated if suddenly I discovered what family I came from." Brandon said mostly to himself taking his drink in hand and downing it in one gulp as Jace had done with his first 3.

"So is there any kind of plan or did you just want to find a bromance?" Jace asked with a creeping grin. He shouldn't want to smile, not with Clary missing, but there was an odd sort of calm that came over him with the knowledge that Clary had escaped by making a portal. No other Shadowhunter in history had been able to do that which assured Jace that Clary would not be so easily captured and killed. Even though he did not know where she was, he felt sure that she was partially safe.

Clary woke with a start, sitting straight up gasping for air like she had been stuck underwater for a long period of time.

"Clary. Clary, it's ok. I'm right here." Said a familiar voice which accompanied the hand on her chest.

Clary looked around wildly; she had no idea where she was. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and tried to focus. She was in a bed, a rather large one with white sheets and white pillows and a large white fluffy comforter. There was light filling the room from candles all around her. There were so many candles the lights flickered against each other casting a full glow. She could see they were set up on all the furniture.

There was a hand on her chest laying flat above where her heart rested. The hand was large and warm. It was attached to a body; one that Clary was familiar with, but not so much in this type of setting. Sebastian was sitting up next to her in bed, his chest broad and bare. His white blond hair was ruffled as if he had been sleeping only moments ago. The candles cast dark shadows against his strong cheek bones making him look both beautiful and terrifying. Clary found that she could not think of him as terrifying, instead her body was washed over with relief at the sight of him. She smiled and took a deep calming breath.

She felt the sudden stab of pain in the back of her head. "Ow." She said putting her hand up to investigate the source of the pain. She had a large bump on the back of her head which sent shooting pains through her when her fingers brushed against it lightly. "Ow." She said again.

"Sorry about that." Sebastian said lovingly, grabbing Clary's hand and pulling it away from her head. He sunk down back under the covers so he was lying in bed and Clary followed, letting herself flow down into the comforting embrace of the soft mattress. "As soon as the sun went down a demon attacked you, I thought that since you were with me they would leave you alone. Lilith helped me to patch you up and then I brought you back to our dimension so you wouldn't be attacked again." Said Sebastian still holding Clary's hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

Confusion swarmed through Clary, she distinctly remembered being hit by Sebastian after he had kissed her. Just as suddenly as the memory came, it melted away leaving her with nothing more than the story Sebastian had just said. Her face smoothed out as the confusion left her. "Thank you for saving me, are we back in the apartment?" Clary asked batting her eyelashes slightly.

"It's an apartment, just not the one you were in last time. Father had several safe-houses, Lilith helped me to find this one because the Clave does not know it exists. This was apparently the one he stayed in mostly for the past decade while everyone thought he was dead." Sebastian explained then pulled her hand up to his lips, tickling her skin as he brushed his lips against it lightly. He looked up to peer deep into her eyes before he planted a soft kiss against her skin. Clary smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, it was not silky like Jace's.

"I'm so happy that we are safe and together." Sebastian said closing her eyes relishing her touch. Clary continued to run her fingers through his hair and saw a smile play across his lips. Suddenly Sebastian's eyes opened wide, almost completely void of any whites. He moved swiftly, snaking his hand around the back of her head. His fingers ran through her red hair before he clamped his fingers down, capturing her by her hair. He pulled her head back slowly and smiled a wicked smile.

He moved so he was hovering just above her, his eyes looked from her own then down to her lips. She watched as he licked his lips focusing his gaze to her own lips. She knew what was coming next. Her arms were free; he had not restrained her except for grabbing her hair. She pushed her arms up swiftly to knock him back away from her even if he still had a hold of her hair. Clary was stunned to discover that her body did not follow its commands. It was like she was paralyzed, she tried again to bring her arms up to push him off, and again her arms did not move.

Sebastian took his time lowering himself minutely before pausing again. He took in her scent, cherries and mint. He could feel the heat rolling off her body, her rapid breathing pushing her breasts up and down. He swallowed hard feeling his own blood heated. He leaned down again, the tip of her nose now touching his, her lips parted slightly and he could feel her breath tingling his lips. Sebastian felt his heart swell; he couldn't hold back any longer, he needed to feel her lips against him again.

Clary saw with horror he was not going to stop, their lips were nearly pressed together and she could feel the heat rolling off his body, the way he smelled like steel and linins. Even if her arms would not obey she would never kiss him back. He closed the remaining distance and Clary felt his lips against her own. She tried to pull back, the overwhelming wrongness flowed through her but again her body did not obey its command. She found to her horror that not only was her body not following her command but it was acting on its own. Her body was rebelliously kissing him back.

The touch of her lips against his own felt better than he even remembered it. There were thoughts screaming for him to stop, that this was wrong but they were quickly erased by new thoughts, hungry ones. His lips slid across hers and parted slightly as a quiet contented moan escaped her. Her made use of the opening and slid his tongue in and was met by the velvety touch of hers. Their tongues danced and twirled around as he pressed his body against her. His free hand snaked around her body resting on the small of her back and he pulled her into him wanting to feel her against him.

He broke from the kiss slightly, gasping for air. His heart was hammering in his chest and he could feel hers racing through the thin fabric of her tank top he had dressed her in before tucking her into bed. He needed air, but he needed here more. His lips returned to hers with force and passion. Clary gasped lightly at his sudden movements before melting back into the fast paced rhythm he set. He looked into her eyes and saw a mischievous look. Quick as a viper she pulled back to capture his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down playfully. Sebastian felt light pain bloom from where he was bit and it made him want her more, but Clary pulled back sharply, her hands leaving his hair and coming up to cover her own mouth.

"What is it?" Sebastian asked through labored breaths. Clary lowered her hands to reveal a bloodied lip. She looked at her fingers which were tinged with streaks of blood. Sebastian brought his own hands up to his lips and revealed his own blood smeared on the pads of his fingers. "Well if you didn't bite me so hard you wouldn't have my blood on you." Sebastian said playfully.

"It's not your blood, I'm bleeding too." Clary said returning her fingers to her lip.

Sebastian laughed lightly, "Well next time make sure you are out of the way when you decide to go piranha on me."

Clary seemed slightly exasperated. "I didn't bit myself."

Sebastian found the accusation less funny than he had found the situation to be a moment ago. "Well I didn't bite you either, not that I wouldn't." He said giving her a devilish grin.

Clary scoffed and got out of the bed, bare feet softly hitting the wooden floor as she headed for what she could only hope was a bathroom. She was relieved that she had guessed right and turned the sink on to wash the blood away. Clary looked into the mirror and investigated her lip, there were 4 small tooth marks indented in her skin. 2 on the inside of her lip and 2 on the outside, they were too small to have been Sebastian's.

Clary wet a wash cloth and headed back into the bedroom. "Here, let me clean the blood off you." She said holding the washcloth up to show her intentions. Sebastian opened his mouth and she began to wipe the blood off. Once the blood was gone Clary gasped.

"What?" Sebastian asked, completely puzzled.

"The bite marks you have are identical to mine, like a completely perfect match." She said taking his lip in her fingers to inspect them further. He had 4 small indentations, they varied slightly from each other as teeth varied from one to the next, but they matched her own wounds perfectly. She released his lip and left him to his confusion as she twist around to the night stand next to her. She found something of use, a picture frame which held a picture of Valentine when he was younger surrounded by friends. Clary smashed the frame against the table, taking a shard of glass in her hands.

Sebastian was not expecting her to start breaking things but what she did next he never would have guessed. He was so taken by shock he didn't have enough time to stop her. She took the shard of glass in her right hand and sliced a shallow cut into her left arm. Sebastian felt the pain ripple through him as if she had cut him instead.

Clary gasped and dropped the glass where it fell to the floor. Sebastian's left arm was bleeding just as her own was. She took the washcloth and wiped away the blood on his arm revealing a shallow cut across his arm exactly where she had cut herself.

Sebastian looked from Clary to himself, from one cut to the next. "Well that's interesting."

Just in-case I wanted to clear something up that may get a little confusing. Essentially there are 2 Clary's and 2 Sebastians, one for their body and one for their head. The actions of their body do not reflect how the characters we know and love really feel or would want to do, but their body selves have their own thoughts and wishes. Right now our beloved characters are stuck inside themselves free only to observe as their bodies do and day things completely differently from what they would do or say. If there are any questions please let me know, I am trying my best to help describe it well enough that you can tell the difference between the 2 entities but if you would prefer me to change font or something to help make it clearer, let me know.