Author's Note: Okaaaay . . . . so, I guess I really didn't clear things up last chapter like I thought, so I'll do it now. Clary and Jace are not related. I would never, ever do that, like at all. I absolutely hated it in the books, and I wouldn't even know where to begin to explain that away in this story. For now, Clary is the child of Stephen Herondale and Jocelyn. Jace is the child of Valentine and Celine. Two different set of parents. No relation. The only weird thing about it is the fact that they both share Jonathon as a sibling. So they're both half-siblings to Jonathon. That's it, they aren't related to each other.

Okay, whew! Glad we got that settled.

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The first thing Clary did after the initial shock wore off was bolt to Jonathon's room. She pushed through the door without knocking or trying to see if he was alone, thankfully, he was. Clary shook him awake, slapping his back. He jolted up, groaning.

"What the fuck?" He asked, groggily.

"Jace is Valentine's child with Celine." Clary blurted and Jon stared at her for a moment, then he slowly sat up and crossed his legs, lacing his fingers together in front of him, and then he cracked his neck.

"Please. Explain." Jon said and Clary help up the black phone. Jon gripped it.

"Is this Seb's?" Jon hissed and Clary nodded quickly.

"Fucking hell, Clary. I thought you gave this shit over to the police." He snapped, anger rolling off of him.

"Anyway, Stephen called." Clary whispered and Jonathon just . . . stared. In fact, he stared for so long that Clary briefly wondered if he'd just completely tuned her out.

"Jon!" Clary very nearly yelled and he snapped out of it.

"Right, right, what did he have to say? Why the fuck was that motherfucker calling you?" Jon asked, his voice tight.

"He wanted to tell me that Lewis wasn't dead and that because I'm not the child of a Morgenstern and Jace is, he's fair game." Clary knew she wasn't making any sense, but Jon seemed to be following easily.

"Jace needs to know. He needs to know everything and he needs to know it, now." Jon said, pushing from the bed. Clary just sat on the floor as he left his room. He didn't go to her room, though. He went to their mom's. After about ten minutes, Jocelyn came flustered into the room.

"Oh Clary." She said, sinking to the floor and wrapping her arms around her daughter's shoulders.

"We need to call the police." Jocelyn whispered and Clary wanted to protest, saying no, that would drive Lewis away, but the truth of the matter was. They couldn't do this alone. They tried that once and it cost her and Jon their freedom. So she nodded in agreement and Jocelyn grabbed the phone off Jon's desk, but it was snatched from her hands by . . . Jace.

"Robert is a detective." Jace took that moment to inform them.

"Then call him." Jocelyn says, wrapping her robe tightly around her. Jace dialed the number and spoke calmly into the receiver. Informing whoever was on the other line that they needed to get to the Morgenstern residence and quick. Jace hung up.

"Coffee?" Jocelyn asked and Jon snorted before turning and walking away. Jocelyn followed him, quickly. Clary stood and faced Jace. He stared at her.

"Are we related?" He asked, well, no one is beating around the bush there.

"No." She whispered, shaking her head.

"You're related to Jon, though. What did he tell you?" She asked, softly and Jace scoffed.

"He's pissed the fuck off. He told me that we have parents in common and that shit with your past is about to come up. I didn't know what to say to that, because at first, I thought he was drunk. Until I didn't see you in the room. So, we aren't related. Like in any way?" Jace asked and Clary watched him.

"My mother had an affair with the man who was married to your mother. Celine. Um, what we didn't know, at the time. Was that, Celine had an affair with my mother's husband, Valentine. Jon's father. She gave the baby up for adoption, because while men can do whatever they want in that world. Women would be out casted and Celine was already a manic depressive, she couldn't handle that. That baby, was you, I think. Stephen isn't trustworthy, at all. He's the one who kidnapped me and Jon. When I was ten. That's a long story, though." Clary stared at him.

"Where is Celine now?" Jon asked and Clary's lips quivered.

"Oh Jace." Clary breathed, covering her mouth.

"Please, please don't get your hopes up, please. Celine committed suicide ten years ago and Valentine was killed. Five years ago. They're dead." A tear fell down Clary's cheek and Jace was quiet.

"Well, isn't this just an informative night?" Jace spun on his heel and walked out of the room. Clary didn't move an inch until she heard voices from downstairs. Izzy, Alec, Magnus, and another male's voice. Clary recognized at Robert. She moved down the stairs slowly.

"What's happening?" Izzy shriek hit Clary's ears and she smiled softly. Entering the kitchen, she noticed that all of them were in their pajamas. Alec and Izzy were bickering and Magnus was standing in a corner next to Jace, both of them talking quietly.

"When I was ten, Jonathon was eleven and we were taken from our home by my father, Stephen Herondale. He had just figured out that Valentine Morgenstern, Jonathon's father, was not mine. My mother had an affair, but she told Stephen that the child, me, that I was Valentine's. Jon and I were taken to a building . . . warehouse and we were sold." Clary said, effectively silencing the entire room.

Jon sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Valentine Morgenstern was a very dangerous man. He . . . ruled, to be short, the entire Northern Hemisphere. Mafia, guys, sounds like a bad movie, I know, but still. He was the Don of the Mafia. There are different groups, Russia, Irish, Spanish, Mexican, and so on, my father was in charge of all of them. He was the Don. He was the one that the bosses of the bosses answered to." Clary stilled while Jon jumped up onto the counter with a huff.

"Sold?" Izzy whispered, was that all she got out of that?

"Yes, but we were luckier, than most. Um, Stephen ran the Italian section. And to those Italians, family is everything. So instead of sending me off to live with some sick psychopath somewhere foreign, he gave me to Sebastian. Seb was born without a conscience, pure evil. Just like Valentine. They were one in the same and Sebastian, even at eleven had absolutely no problem raping me. He was a cruel motherfucker long before he even realized how to truly use his . . . desires." There wasn't another word for that. Unless you used cruelties. Sebastian Morgenstern was a sadistic, sexual maniac.

To use the word child with him would have been a disgrace. The man never experienced a childhood because he was evil incarnated. There was no innocence in him. None. He was dead the day he was born.

"Jon was given to Valentine." Clary didn't say anything else on the matter. It wasn't her right, if they wanted to know what Jon went through, they would have to ask him and be willing to nurse a broken nose if things went south. With those questions, things usually did go south for Jon.

"Okay, what does this mean?" Robert asked.

"There is a man, my father's successor, it's an opinion about who's worse, Valentine or him. I'm going to go with him, my father wasn't a rapist, he was a businessman and his business was killing. This man, Lewis, is a rapist who gets off on the kill or the hunt, preferably both. Lewis taught Sebastian, but Sebastian was nowhere near the cruelty of Lewis, not in anyway. So imagine Sebastian, a thousand, billion times worse, because unlike Seb, Lewis won't chat. He won't threaten, if you're alone with him and he wants to kill you or rape you, he won't tell you, he'll do it. And you won't even know until you're dead." Clary rubbed her hands over her face.

"Listen, this is all horrible, but what does it have to do with us?" Robert asked, voice calm and demeanor respectable.

"My husband, Valentine, had stepped out of our marriage about a year before I had. He had an affair with my best friend, Celine. Celine got pregnant. The child was put up for adoption because in that world, women mean nothing unless you are the wife of a don or another member and if that wife steps out of her marriage, she's dead. It's over for her. A child is the most basic of proof. Stephen knew about the child, but he didn't care because Celine was nothing to him. So, he helped her put the child up for adoption, to save his own reputation. About seven months later, I stepped out of my marriage with Stephen and had Clary." Jocelyn explained.

"Okay, this is strange, but I'm still not seeing the connection with us." Robert said.

"Jace is that child. The child of Celine Herondale and Valentine Morgenstern. My half-brother." Jon said, giving Robert a look.

"Why in the fuck else would we be telling you this?" Jon grumbled.

"Clary and Jace are related?" Izzy shrieked and everyone look at her.

"No. We don't share parents, we share Jon. It would be like, two people married and then their parents meet, the wife's father fucks the husband's mother and then that mother gets pregnant. Are the wife and husband related? No, they just have slut parents. No offence mom." Clary said, looking over at her mom and Jocelyn sighed, waving her hand dismissively. Not offended.

"Okay." Izzy nodded, sitting down.

"Alright, what happens now? Does he have a target on his head?" Robert asked and Jocelyn snorts.

"Try the biggest of targets. He's fair game, in our world." Jocelyn says and Robert frowns.

"What does that mean?" He asks and Jocelyn shrugs.

"He's never been used. He didn't grow up in the world. He hasn't been betrayed like Clary and Jon have, so he's fair game. Lewis wants Morgenstern blood. Because being a Morgenstern in that world, you have an automatic reputation and Lewis is built on this reputation, it's failing, most likely. Because Valentine is dead and now, so is Sebastian. He has no tie to the Morgenstern family anymore. He needs an heir, preferably one of pureblood, which means incest, because yes they do that. But Clary isn't a Morgenstern, so he couldn't pair Jon with Clary when they were in captivity together. If he finds out that Jace is a Morgenstern, he will take him. He will make him procreate." Jocelyn said simply.

"Actually, he might even use Clary." Jon murmured rubbing his jaw.

"What makes you say that? He can't use Clary, she'd have to go willingly." Jocelyn said and Jon made a contemplative face.

"Well, if it meant going with Jace . . ." Jon trailed off and gave his mother a look. Jocelyn frowned and looked at her daughter.

"You need to move to Aunt Dorothy's." Jocelyn said, without hesitation.

"No! Mom, that's insane." Clary snapped and Jocelyn huffed.

"It's not insane. If Jace gets captured, Lewis will most likely come find you. He won't be able to kidnap you again, and still keep the respect of his followers. That's law. You get one betrayal, they took it seven years ago. So, he'd tell you to come or he would force Jace to impregnate another girl. You would go without hesitation." Jon said, jumping off the counter and exiting the room.

"No, I would motherfucking not! I'm not having kids with Jace! This is insane, how did we get to this line of thinking?! Lewis doesn't even know that Jace exists, and even if he did, he's a Lightwood for all intents and purposes!" Clary screamed and Jocelyn huffed.

"Clary-." Jocelyn was cut off.

"No, mom! Celine's affair was never recovered and she hid the pregnancy, from everyone! Including her motherfucking parents! How on earth is Lewis going to trace that shit back to Jace?!" Clary was freaking out, because in all honesty, if that did happen and Lewis did get Jace. Clary would feel obligated to go with him. She understood the dynamics of that world. She'd convince herself that she was going to help Jace, truth was, Clary didn't know if she could handle Jace having a child with another woman . . . at the moment.

Jon reentered the kitchen with a black journal. "This is dads'. I took it when we escaped five years ago. I have read it and dad did know about another child. He didn't say it in those words, but . . ." Clary snatched the journal out of Jon's hands.

She opened it and turned to a page.

Lewis knows. Interesting how that little fucker could get so excited about knowing the existence of a bastard child . . .

Clary slid to the floor and allowed the journal to drop from her hands. Lewis knows. He knows. Jace, Clary, Jon, Izzy, Alec, and Magnus. None of them were safe from the wrath of Simon Lewis.

•••

"There is another thing, we have to worry about." Clary whispered.

"What's that?" Jon asked and Clary looked up, meeting the eyes of her brother.

"Izzy." Clary whispered and Jon frowned.

"I don't get it." He snapped, his fists clenching, proving that he did get it.

"Well, if Jace would make me go back. Wouldn't Izzy make you?" Clary snapped and Jon huffed.

"No and last I checked, Izzy and I aren't making out in hallways." Jon snapped.

"Yes, but Sebastian knew that you like her. Sebastian was Lewis's bitch, so what's to say that Lewis doesn't know that you like Izzy. Lewis takes Izzy and Jace. He's got Clary and Jon. He's got two couples for heirs. Isn't that what he has always wanted?" Clary asked and Jon's jaw grinded back and forth, so hard, she could hear his teeth scraping.

"Fucker won't get near them." Jon hissed.

"What are you going to big brother? Storm the compound? Release Armageddon? Start a motherfucking underground war?" Clary scoffed, but Jon's face didn't change.

"If I have to . . . yes."