This chapter picks up after chapter 10 and is the beginning of the Clace ending. I hope you enjoy!

-Clary

I wake up slowly and look down to see Jace's arms around me. He stayed with me. I roll over in his grasp to face him and bury my face in his chest. He stirs a little and his arms tighten around me. I place a few kisses on his chest and he lets out a low rumble that makes me smile. I turn my head to the clock and see that it is 6:22 and turn back to face him. "Hey, babe?" I say softly to him. Even though his eyes are closed, I know he is awake.

"Yeah?" he asks roughly; his voice still thick with sleep.

"Simon told me his band had a gig tonight. Do you wanna go?"

He lets out a huff of laughter against my hair. "That nerd is in a band?"

I poke him hard in the ribs with my finger and he says ouch dramatically before he laughs. "Be nice." I say sternly to him. "We were best friends for like...all of my childhood. And anyway, it's not like we have anything to do tonight."

Jace groans dramatically and says, "Okay fine. But if his band sucks, I reserve the right to tell him."

I smile widely and scoot up to press my lips to his with an excited grin. When I pull back, he is smiling amused down at me and I smile and peck him on the lips again. I push into a sitting position, still naked, with my hair wild from being in the shower and then sleeping on it after sex. "I am going to take a shower and this time, you are not allowed." I say with my most straight face.

He just raises one eyebrow and says, "We'll see."

"Last time I tried to take a shower, you pulled me out and then defiled me."

He sits up with a sexy smile on his lips that makes my knees go weak. "Maybe I will just defile you in the shower this time."

I narrow my eyes at him and then hit him with a pillow as I say, "Stop looking at me like that. You know I can't take it when you look at me like that."

"And that is why I am doing it." Jace says lowly as his hand starts to slide up my bare leg. Before I lose the battle, I slap his hand away and hop out of bed quickly then run into the bathroom trying to hide my smile. I turn on the water and it warms up quickly. I jump in and start to wash my hair. If I know Jace, he will only give me a few minutes before he joins me. I get done washing my hair and squeeze soap onto my loofa wondering why Jace hasn't come in yet. I wash my whole body and even take the time to shave my legs before I give up.

I start to pull the shower curtain back to get out and that is when I see Jace leaning casually on the counter, naked as the day he was born. When my eyes meet his, he smiles his crooked panty dropping smile and starts his way over to me. "I thought you would never get done." he says as he steps in and claims my lips for his own. I let out a little laugh against his lips and he slips his hand low and over my clit which effectively stops my laughs and exchanges them for a shocked gasps of pleasure.

Jace smiles diabolically at me and I just close my eyes as he finds the little bundle of nerves that he works so expertly. I lean my head back against the wall of the shower and he steps forward and starts to place kisses on my neck. He bites my skin gently and then sucks on my neck, surely leaving a hickey, but I don't care because I am almost there. I bite my lips as my pants get heavier and quicker. I can feel myself getting closer and just as I start to come undone, Jace claims my lips and I moan my release into his mouth. He grunts in satisfaction as I come down from my high and he wastes no time.

His hands slide around to the back of my thighs and he picks me up and shoves me against the wall. I grab onto his back as he lines up his throbbing dick with my opening and slides in slowly, making me close my eyes in pleasure. He pulls back and then pushes into me slowly again and I sigh as he reenters me. The next thing I know, he is shoving into me faster and harder and I am turned into a moaning mess. I lean forward and press my face into the crook of his neck as he thrusts roughly into me. I decide that I want to leave my mark of possession on him so I bite his neck then give him a hickey of my own.

He thrusts into me a few more times and then lifts me off and sets me down onto the floor of the bathtub. He spins me around and bends me over and then lines up with me and reclaims by womanhood with harsh and commanding thrust. I love it when he gets like this. So domineering and feral with lust. Within a minute he has found my spot and I can feel myself building up to a high peak that he will push me over. He wraps his hands around my hips as he moans and then he is pulling me into him hard and slamming into me from behind. That is enough for him to push me off of the cliff and I moan loudly in ecstasy. I can feel my walls clamping around him and then I can feel him start to twitch in me just as he grunt/moans his release into me, not slowing for one second.

I can feel his twitching slow as I try to catch my breath from the perfect high he pushed me to and I slowly stand. He slides out of me and I can feel his cum start to seep out as I wrap my arms around his waist. He brings his arms up and rests them on either side of my head; his forearms on my shoulders. "That was just what I wanted." I say to him. "I was waiting for you to join me. That is why I took so long."

He looks down at me and a smile tugs at his lips. "I was trying to let you get your shower before I made you all dirty again."

I laugh a little and kiss him. "Mission accomplished." I say and he pulls me into him for another kiss. I pull back and then turn and rinse off again and then step out. Jace has some of his bath stuff he keeps here in my room so he takes a shower while I start to get ready.

I go back into my room and get dressed and then step back into the bathroom just as Jace turns off the water. I start to dry my hair as he comes up behind me and smacks me on the ass as he pushes by me to get into the room. I smile at him and roll my eyes as he puts on the change of clothes he keeps in my room. I finish drying my hair and then put some waves in it quickly like I know he likes and then put on some makeup. I do a smoky eye to go with my green crop top that shows a bit of my stomach and compliments my black skinny jeans and black leather jacket. When I am done, I put on my ankle boots to pull everything together and turn to see Jace looking appreciatively at me. "I like the outfit babe. I just might have to beat the men off of you tonight."

I give him a smirk as he walks over to me. "No need. I think this hickey," I pull back my hair a little so he can see it at the base of my neck under my ear, "will work for sending the message of 'she's taken."

"One can never be too careful with as beautiful as you are." He smiles down at me as he pulls me into another kiss. We are pulled from our moment after a few seconds by insistent knocking on my door. "Put some clothes on and open the door!" Izzy shouts.

I let go of Jace who sticks out his lip in a pout and walk over to the door and open it. "Finally." Izzy sighs heavily. "I am going to the grocery store, do you need anything?"

I raise my eyebrow in surprise as I survey her outfit. She is wearing this black strip of fabric that criss-crosses her torso and reveals a great deal of her stomach and cleavage and surprisingly has long sleeves. The back practically shows off that she isn't wearing a bra and her tight jeans and red stilettos just scream sex. "You are going to the grocery store in that?!" I ask as my voice climbs a few octaves in an accusatory tone.

"Yes. I want to make this recipe this faerie gave me at the market the other day." she says as she pulls out a piece of paper.

"Why don't you come with us!" Jace says as he steps forward with a bright smile. "Apparently Clary has a friend that plays in a band and he has a gig tonight. We are just about to leave so why don't you just come with us." I narrow my eyes suspiciously at Jace and then turn back around to face her.

"Is this friend of yours cute by any chance." Izzy asks when she looks to me.

Jace lets out a loud hoot of laughter and then says, "If you like nerds who look like rats then yes, he is cute."

I elbow him in his ribs and scowl at him. "I said be nice." I look back to Izzy and tell her, "He is cute. He is like a cute nerd that doesn't know that he's cute."

Isabelle looks thoughtfully at me for a couple of seconds. "I can deal with cute nerds. What the hell, I'll go." I smile brightly up at her and then pull out my phone and text Simon to send me the address to his gig. He replies quickly and then we go downstairs and catch a cab.

It takes a good twenty minutes to get there through the Saturday night traffic and we all pile out of the cab and stand in front of the corner bar. The bar isn't the nicest I have ever been to, but it also isn't the worst so I can't complain too much. We walk inside and immediately earn glares from the lady bartender as the smell of alcohol and worn leather fill my nose. 'I wonder what her problem is?' I think to myself as I return the bartender's glare. I look to the left and see the wall is lined with tiny red worn leather booths with mirrors along the wall that throws the whole scene of the bar back at you. I see a room at the back of the bar and begin to make my way back there assuming that is where the stage is. Jace quickly throws his arm over my shoulder as the men at the bar all turn to watch us pass. Izzy sends a few death glares at them that has them quickly turning back around in their seat.

We walk into the room and I immediately see Simon setting up for his gig. "Hey Simon!" I say brightly and wave. He looks up and smiles big at me and then his eyes land on Jace who wraps his arm around my waist possessively and pulls me into him. I internally roll my eyes at this and that is when Simon notices Izzy. His eyes widen a little as he swallows harshly and his adam's apple bobs up and down as he does. He pushes his glasses up his nose and then steps over the equipment and stumbles a little in his effort to get to Izzy. He still hasn't taken his eyes off of her yet. I look over to her and she is genuinely smiling at him. Izzy who never genuinely smiles at anyone, ever, unless it is her family.

Simon finally makes it to us and I step out of Jace's grasp to introduce them. "Simon, this is Isabelle. Isabelle, this is Simon."

"Nice to meet you, Simon." Izzy says with a flirty smile on her lips. Simon has to clear his throat before he can speak and Jace lets out an amused chuckle at the poor boy. I elbow him in his ribs again and he quickly cuts off his laughter as Simon says, "It's nice to you meet too. I mean, it's nice to meet you too." I can see in his eyes that he mentally gives himself a face palm but Izzy doesn't seem bothered by it at all.

That is when Eric and Kirk make their appearance carrying part of a drum set. Their eyes land on me and Eric winks at me. I laugh and then suddenly feel Jace's arm wrap around my waist, again, possessively and Eric swallows hard as his face pales slightly. I wonder what death glare Jace is giving him to make him react like that. I mutter under my breath quickly for him to be nice and I can just feel his eyes roll in his head.

The guys finish setting up and we take a seat at small table along the wall close to the stage. I quickly apply a persuasion rune on my arm at Jace's insistence and then go to get us drinks. Why the drinking age is 21 here and 18 everywhere else in the world baffles my mind. With help of my rune, I order the drinks and Izzy comes to help me carry them back. Just as I am turning to go back to the room where I can hear the band beginning to play, I see a flash of familiar platinum blonde hair outside. I furrow my brows and shake my head. I swear I am seeing things and I take Jace and I's drink to the back.

The whole time Simon is on stage, he is glancing at Isabelle and occasionally blushes. When the gig ends, which wasn't all that bad considering their werewolf lead singer, Jordan, has some pipes, Simon joins our table and immediately engages Izzy in conversation. She actually looks surprised when he throws back at her whatever she throws at him and I can tell she is actually starting to like him. Jace and I excuse ourselves to get another round of drinks until Jordan stops Jace and pulls him into a conversation.

The front of the bar has gotten pretty crowded and I have to squeeze through some tight spaces to get to the bar. I lean over the bar a little to catch the bartenders eyes and then tell her to give us a couple of more drinks. As she is making them, this college aged jock type guy sidles up next to me. He turns his body to me while he holds a beer in his hand. I can see he has a buzz from the glazed over look of his eyes. "Hey there. What's your name?" he asks with a supposedly sexy smile.

"Not interested." I say to him and turn my attention back to the bartender.

"Don't be like that, darling. I am just trying to have a conversation with the hottest girl in the place." the jock guy says with a little bit of a pout. I turn back to the bartender and just try to ignore him with no such luck. He leans forward to me and whispers in my ear as I try to lean away from him and end up leaning on the person next to me. "I can show you a real good time tonight, Red." he slurs into my ear.

The next thing I know, the guy is screaming in pain. I turn to look at him and see that Jace has the guy's hand at a very unnatural angle.

"The next time you try to grab a girl's ass without her permission," Jace says in a deadly tone to him, "make sure her boyfriend isn't standing behind you." Jace pulls him by his wrist that he is holding and shoves him to the side and he comes up next to me and wraps his arm around me. "Thanks, babe." I say to him with a smile and lean in for a kiss. Just as he is pulling away, I hear a guy clear his throat and we both turn around to see the jock and his two jock friends standing behind us with angry glares on their faces.

Jace turns around and smirks at them. "This isn't exactly going to be a fair fight, is it?" he says with an amused grin.

Jock number two says, "You should have thought about that before you bothered my friend here." Jock number two jerks his head to the original jock that hit on me and Jace just laughs.

"I meant," Jace says slowly as if they are too stupid to understand him, "that it wouldn't be a fair fight for the three of you. Go get some more guys, then it will be fair."

All three jocks along with the people who turned to watch this unfold laugh at Jace's words like he is crazy. I smile wickedly back at the three of them and then lean forward and give Jace a kiss on the cheek as he stands and cracks his knuckles. "Go get 'em baby." I say loudly enough so they can hear me.

Jock number three speaks up then with a smirk on his face. "You sure you want your girlfriend to watch you get your ass kicked?"

"Are we going to do this or not?" Jace says a little exasperatedly. The bartender sets our drinks in front of me then and I pick mine up and take a sip to watch the show. The bartender finally notices what is going on and yells "No fighting!" angrily, but it is too late.

Jock number two steps forward first and Jace's smile becomes blinding as he swings his arm towards Jace's face. I casually take a sip of my drink as Jace easily ducks the punch and lands three of his own on jock number two's chin, cheek, and ribs as jock number one steps forward and pathetically tries to land a punch. Jace pulls jock number two forward a little and jock number one ends up punching his friend in the face instead of Jace.

A few people around the bar laugh as jock number three steps forward and seems a little thrown off by Jace's jubilant expression as he lunges for him. He takes a different approach and leans down like he is going to tackle Jace and he spins out of the way just in time and kicks the guy in the butt and sends his sprawling face first into the floor at my feet. I look down at him and he looks up at me. "You should probably give up now." I say to him and casually take another sip of my drink.

He growls in anger and then spins around where Jace has jock number one in a head lock and is giving him a noogie while everyone in the bar laughs. "Quit playing with them, babe." I say over the laughter and he looks up to me and rolls his eyes as he says "Fine." exasperatedly like a kid who was just told to clean his room.

Jock number three stands up in front of me and charges Jace. He lets go of the guy he has in a head lock as jock number three tries to punch him. Jace reaches back and snaps his arm forward and knocks the guy out cold. Jock number one sees this and gets even more enraged and he charges Jace. I see jock number two (head lock guy) stand up behind Jace thinking he is being sly and I can see my boyfriend smile wickedly because he knows that the guy is behind him.

Jace raises his arm up to punch jock number one and snaps his elbow back and breaks the guy's nose behind him before he brings his fist forward and connects beautifully with jock number one's eye. He stumbles back a few steps and then falls in front of me on the floor. I look down at him and just shake my head. "He tried to warn you to get some more guys." I say solemnly and take another sip of my drink.

The bar errupts in applause as Jace steps over the jocks on the floor and the bartender comes flying around the bar with a bat in her hand. She is screaming angrily at Jace and pointing the bat at him. "I guess you want us to leave?" Jace says with a lazy smile on his face.

"Get out!" she shouts angrily and he quickly downs his drink when he walks up to me to take my hand. I can see Izzy and Simon and his band all filing out of the door in a show of support as Jace pulls me into him. As we are walking out, he reaches down and grabs my butt as if to say "my butt to grab" to the jocks and we leave through the door.

"Dude!" Kirk screams excitedly to Jace. "That was awesome!" He brings his hand down to Jace's in a bro hand shake and Eric isn't far behind. "Yeah, man. That was totally badass!"

The lead singer's girlfriend, whose name I think is Maia, looks at me and rolls her eyes and I laugh because you know; boys.

Simon gives Jace an appreciative "That was entertaining." and then a bro hand shake. The group then starts talking animatedly about the fight and Jace sneaks away and grabs my hand. He looks at me sexily and then is pulling me around the corner and then into the alley behind the bar; far away from prying eyes.

"What are you doing, Jace?" I ask him. There is an old broken speaker that is leaning against the wall and he picks me up by my waist and sets me on top of it so that I am now eye level with him.

"Maybe I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend." Jace says sexily to me.

"You could have kissed me out front." I say as he steps forward and slides the tips of his fingers under the hem of my shirt.

"Not the way I want to do it." and he slams his mouth against mine. I instantly open my mouth to let his tongue slide in as one of his hands slides roughly down my thigh. He grabs it and pulls it up to wrap around his waist and then slides his hand back up to grab my ass. I moan into his mouth when he does and his other hand slips all the way under my shirt. His fingers glide over the top of my bra as I dive my hands onto the back of his head and neck. Jace then pulls his hand that is under my shirt down just a few inches and slips his hand under my bra and the tips of his fingers graze over my nipple and I let out a high moan into his mouth.

A loud noise at the mouth of the alley breaks our trance and we turn our head to see a trash can rolling like someone had kicked it or knocked it over. Jace steps away from me and narrows his eyes trying to see the cause of the noise with no such luck. He turns back to me and shrugs his shoulders and I hop down off of the speaker. "I think someone was creepily watching us." I say to him a little bothered. "Lets go back around front."

Jace nods and takes my hand and then leads us to the front where we find Izzy laughing loudly at something Simon said and leaning into him while resting her hand gently on his arm. She is flirting with him. "Look at that." I whisper to Jace.

He looks at his sister and furrows his brows at the scene unfolding in front of him. "Why is she flirting with rat boy?" he says lowly.

"Would you stop calling him that?" I say quietly through clenched teeth. "He happens to be pretty cute."

"Cute is not the word I would use to describe a guy who wears shirts with sarcastic sayings on them and wears glasses he is constantly pushing up his rodent like nose."

I turn and face him and narrow my eyes at him. "Call him that one more time and I will kick your ass." I say threateningly. "He is the only friend that is truly mine and the only friend that knew my mother. I want him around." Jace seems to soften at my words and pulls me into his arms. "Okay. I will be nice." he says sounding defeated. He leans in and kisses me quickly before pulling back.

We all hang out in front of Eric's horrible yellow van a little ways down from the bar for a while just talking and laughing before deciding to call it a night. Jace, Izzy, and I all hail a cab and squeeze in the back as Jace looks miserable while Izzy attacks me with questions about Simon. I admittedly don't know much about this almost twenty year old Simon but I tell her all about ten year old Simon which she gets a kick out of.

When we get back to the Institute, Izzy follows me all the way back to my room while Jace drags his feet beside me. He walks into my room and then pulls me in with him and shuts the door as Izzy keeps talking about Simon. "Goodnight, Izzy. Goodbye, Izzy." Jace says as he begins to shut the door and she flips him off just as it closes.

-Jonathan

I know I am raging but I don't fucking care. That golden boy had his hands all over my Clary and she had her hands all over him. How could she? A guy bumps into me as I walk and yells at me to watch where I am going. I turn and face him and see fear spread across his face just before I punch him. He falls to the ground and I continue to punch and kick him, finding pleasure in hearing his bones crunch underneath my hands and feet. After he is good and unconscious, I turn to continue along my way and push by a very terrified looking woman. I smile sinisterly at her and watch the hairs on her body stand up in fear.

A few minutes later I am entering the apartment to find father waiting for me in the living room. I slam the door shut as he talks. "I would ask you where you have been but I am pretty sure I already know the answer." Father says coolly to me.

"I went to see Clary." I snap at him as I begin to pace in front of the fireplace.

Father looks up to me completely unphased by my mood and I can see his lips try to hide the fact that he is trying not to smile.

"I told you not to see her." Father says a little smugly. "Let me guess. You saw something you didn't want to see?"

I growl in frustration as I pull on my hair roughly for a second. "She was acting like a common whore in the alley with some blonde shadowhunter!" I yell at him. "He had is hands all over her body. MY body. NOT his!"

"I am assuming you mean Jonathan." Father says coolly as he leans forward off of the back of his chair. "The blonde shadowhunter. I told you that I sent Jonathan to the New York Institute to live with the Lightwoods. Were you really that blinded by jealousy that you didn't realize who he was?"

Bells go off in my head. Of course it is the impostor version of me. Knowing this makes me even angrier. I reach down and grab the glass coffee table and throw it against the wall where it shatters into a million tiny pieces. The same way I will carve the boy who stole my father away from me into a million pieces. "I am going to kill him!" I shout loudly through the haze of red I see. "If he thinks he can touch or even look at her again..."

Father cuts me off then. He stands up angrily and steps into my face. "You will do no such thing, Jonathan!" All I can think right now is the easiest way to kill Father. "Clary thinks you are dead. Did you expect her to be celibate forever? To die having never touched anyone else?"

"YES!" I yell at him. "She is MINE and always will be!" I growl at him. I haven't been this angry in six months. Not since I first met Clary. She tamed that side of me and satiated the demon in me. Now that I have seen her, the demon is clawing at the surface for me to claim her as my own again. I don't know how much longer I can hold him at bay. Usually thinking about Clary can get me to calm down, but not now. Every time I picture her, I see that fucking hickey on her neck and golden boy's neck and then I see his hands all over her and hers all over him. "RRHAAA!" I scream as I flip the couch over.

"Jonathan!" Father shouts at me. "Calm down. We will have her soon enough and maybe even Jonathan, who apparently like to be called Jace now, will join our cause."

This, out of everything else, pisses me off the most. I let my demon come to the surface as I come chest to chest with my father. "He will never join with us after what I saw tonight. I will kill him."

Father lowers his voice as he says threateningly, "You will do no such thing. If Clary chooses him over you, then you will just have to deal with it."

"What makes you think she will have a choice, Father?" I say lowly to him and then turn around without waiting for a reaction and stomp up to my room.

-Clary

Jace wakes me up with a kiss and tells me he is going to train for a while. I roll over and see that it is eight in the morning and turn to watch him shut the door. Words cannot express how glad I am that he seems to be okay with everything. We haven't really talked about the fact that he was raised by my father and is actually a Herondale. I mentally scold myself for being so selfish and not thinking about what he is going through too. It can't be easy to find out that your whole identity is a lie.

I kick off the covers and make my way to the bathroom. I use the toilet and then brush my hair and pull it into a ponytail and go and put some training clothes on. I know how he can really get into his own head when he trains and I should be there with him so he doesn't spiral too far down the rabbit hole. Jace trains when he needs to think. It is like a form of therapy for him. But I also know that he has a tendency to take the blame for things he has no control over.

I grab a towel from my bathroom and then make my way to the training room. When I get there, I can hear Jace punching something and I can hear him grunting. I peek into the training room through a crack in the door and see him mercilessly punching a dummy. His knuckles are taped up in white tape and he is already glistening with sweat. I can see his lips moving and he is muttering something. I push open the door, not wanting him to go too far down the rabbit hole, and he turns to face me as I walk over to him. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask him.

He sighs heavily as he relaxes out of his fighting stance and looks over at me. "I just can't believe what Hodge told us. I have been purposely not thinking about it and then when I woke up this morning, it was all I could think about."

I sigh as he says that and my face falls. "I know. It was a lot to take in for the both of us."

"I just keep thinking about how Jonathan was your brother and also mine, sort of, at the same time and none of us ever knew about each other."

"I never looked at it that way, but I guess you are right." I tell him somberly. "I don't even know how to feel about him being my brother. I don't know if I should be happy to have had a brother or should I just be grossed out that he was my brother and my boyfriend. Not to mention, I actually met my father and I didn't even know it. He seemed charming and like an okay guy but I know what he has done and I can't make the two people fit together in my head. I mean, did he really know who I was? Does he know about us and know where we are?"

"Whoa. Slow down." Jace says seriously. I guess Jace is not the only one who can go into a tail spin. "I am just trying to wrap my head around the fact that he is still alive." Jace's face quickly changes and he looks determinedly at me as his eyes blaze with conviction. "I mean, I watched him die. Right in front of me." I can see a little part of the scarred little boy inside of Jace as he says this peeking through his eyes, "How could he do that to me? I loved him. He was my father and he just let me believe that he was killed. Who does that?!"

"Apparently, our father." I say somberly as Jace throws his hands in his hair angrily and runs his fingers through it. He walks over to the bench along the wall and sits down harshly and then hangs his head down as he rests his elbows on his knees. I give him a minute to himself and then go to join him. I sit down on the bench next to him and place my hand comfortingly on his back. "There is no one to blame for any of this except Valentine. If he was just honest with us from the beginning, then none of this would have happened." He stays quiet so I continue. "I mean, I know that my mother holds some responsibility for not telling me anything and not saving just one fucking picture of him so I can't fully blame him. Even though I want to."

"And a part of me is elated that he is still alive." Jace says lowly. "That same part wants to see him. Wants to hug him and hear him tell me that he loves me again." Jace takes a deep breath and then turns his face up to me. I can see the weight of everything he is carrying in his eyes. A part of him is still the little boy who loved his father more than anything. Thought the world of him and was completely destroyed when he died. The more rational and mature part of him is angry that he hid the truth from him and lied to him about who he really is. I can see he is trying to decide which part he wants to let dominate how he feels about the whole situation and how frustrated he is getting by the indecision.

I take a deep breath and lean onto his back a little. "And a part of me wants to kiss Jonathan one more time. How fucked up is that?"

He sits up and looks at me then. "Clary, I am not going to say that the thought of you with your brother doesn't weird me out, because it does. But you can't beat yourself up for not knowing and for...falling in love with him." He brings his hand to hold mine in my lap. "Your feelings are just like mine. One part of you is still in love with him and the other part wants to be sick for being in love with him. You, like me, are trying to reconcile those two emotions to coexist. It is incredibly confusing and I don't want to push you away like I always have when I was faced with something hard." He turns to face me fully then. "You know how closed off I was when you met me and you were the same. Neither of us wanted to be hurt again by letting anyone get close too us because we might actually care for them. So we push people away to protect them from our problems and troubles and to protect ourselves from being hurt again. I am so afraid I am going to do that with you, Clary."

His words struck a cord with me because that is exactly how I feel. I don't want to bring him down with me and into my world of emotional distress over my brother and the only way to do that is to distance myself from him like he always did to everyone else. "I won't push you away if you don't push me away." I say softly to him. I reach up and touch his face and he leans into my hand. "I love you, Jace."

He gives me a tiny smile as he grasps my hand on his face and turns to kiss my palm. "And I love you."

I grab his wife beater lightly that he is wearing and pull him into me for a kiss. His lips press gently against mine and move slowly with my mouth. Big, tough, strong, and cocky Jace can be so heart breakingly gentle with the things he loves. He has the most amazing capacity to love under his hard shell and I am the luckiest person in the world because I get to see it.

He is the one to break the kiss and he leans back as his lips turn up a little in the corners. "Do you feel like punching something now, or is it just me?"

I let out a little laugh before I answer. "Yeah. I kinda do." and he smiles widely at me. "That's my girl." Jace says as I stand and pats me on my ass. We train for the next two hours relentlessly. Jace is almost as good as a shadowhuter as Jonathan was. Me and him are on pretty level ground he part of him hates that but the other part of him loves it. It turns him on when I win.

We end up eating lunch in the kitchen with Alec and Magnus who had apparently decided to stay here last night instead of Magnus'. Something about how Magnus had gotten too drunk and was trying to shoot mundanes with little jolts of electricity from his fingers. They were closer to the Institute so Alec just pulled him here. After lunch, I go back to my room to shower and Jace goes to his room to do the same. Izzy had told us that she was going to make that recipe that she had last night for dinner and so Jace and I are conveniently going to go on a romantic date that we "forgot" to tell her about. Isabelle should never be let near a stove but she can't seem to help herself. I think that one day she thinks she will just magically become Emeril Laggase if she just keeps cooking. In the meantime, Jace and I will continue to have these romantic dates pop up on those particular days where she feels the need to try again.

I am feeling a little adventurous tonight and plan on getting Jace to loosen up a little by dragging him to Pandemonium after dinner so I slip on the little black dress that Anya made me buy. The stretchy lace one that comes to just a few inches below my but and has the deep v in the front and back. It is the one I was wearing when I first met Jona...maybe I will wear a different one. I quickly take that one off and slip on a similar navy colored one. The length is the same, barely concealing anything but the deep v isn't so deep. It still reveals a good bit of my cleavage, but not as much as the other one. The stretchy lace is threaded with black and goes well with my thigh high black boots and cropped black leather jacket. I put on a smokey eye and let my hair fall in waves down my back and then take one last look in the mirror. Satisfied that I look hot and badass, I step out of my room and head to Jace's.

When I get to his room, I lean sexily against the door and knock a couple of times. When he opens the door, I smile seductively at him and give him a wink. His eyes narrow in concentration and approval as he slowly scans me from head to toe. When he finally meets my eyes again, I can see the hunger in them. "So, do you like my outfit?" I ask innocently while my posture suggests otherwise. "Oh, baby. You look so hot in that dress." Jace says appreciatively as one of his arms snakes around my waist and he pulls me flush with his body and lowers his voice to where it is husky and seductive. "But you look much sexier out of those clothes."

I let him kiss me then for a few seconds, but as soon as he starts to get carried away, I pull back and smirk at him. "If we stay here any longer, Izzy will force feed us whatever creation she has come up with so I suggest we bail."

His eyes widen in horror at the thought of having to eat one of Isabelle's experimental dinners and he grabs his jacket from next to his door and quickly shuts his room up as he pushes me down the hall. "Shhh." he says a little panicked as we approach the kitchen. "She might hear us."

I can't help myself and laugh a little at Jace who will face ten Eilodon demons without breaking a sweat but is terrified of his sister's cooking. I am still laughing as we pass the door to the kitchen and then we hear Izzy's voice pick up in pitch as she says, "Is that you, Clary?" and we immediately begin to sprint towards the elevator. As soon as the doors shut and the elevator starts to move, we both double over in laughter. "That was a close one!" I say as the doors open to the church below and I pull a smiling Jace along with me.

We end up just going to Taki's where I convince Jace to go to Pandemonium. I just want to see him loosen up and relax a little after our conversation today. I know there will be many more conversations like that one as we try to navigate through all of our conflicting feelings, but not today. We get to Pandemonium and it is fairly crowded for a Sunday night. Jace and I spend the first thirty minutes dancing and the next thirty minutes making out in one of the side booths. When we finally come up for air, Jace leaves to get us some drinks while I stay and guard the booth.

I am really glad that I made him come here tonight. He seems to be relaxing a little by just having some alone time with me. He doesn't have to hide anything from me and I don't have to hide anything from him which makes being together as easy as breathing. Damn, I love that man.

After fifteen minutes, he finally returns with the drinks and a story about how a werewolf tried to undo his pants while he was standing at the bar. I laugh a little but make him point her out just so I can keep an eye on the skank. We laugh and talk and kiss some more and then go back out to the dance floor as the alcohol starts to loosen up our muscles a bit. I grind my hips on Jace, who happens to be a phenomenal dancer, and he slides his hands up and down my body as he pulls me into him. We barely put an inch in between us the whole thirty minutes we dance.

"Hey, I am going to go get us another drink." Jace says into my ear. I turn around and kiss him quickly and say for him to hurry back and I turn around and keep dancing. About five minutes go by when I feel him come up behind me again. I look down and just glace at the voyance rune on his left hand and close my eyes as I lean my head back onto his chest. His hands go to my hips and he grips them and pulls me into him as I grind against his groin. I can feel him twitch a little in his pants and smile at my ability to turn him on. "Whatever happened to our drinks?" I yell as I drape my arms around his neck as he pulls my back flush with his chest.

"I didn't want to leave you here all by yourself." a deep voice says back to me. I instantly tense and freeze. My breathing stops as my heart starts to beat faster than it ever has. I know that voice. But it can't be...he's dead. I slowly turn around as I am holding my breath and there, behind me, is Jonathan. My eyes widen in utter shock and he just smiles down at me. "But you're dead." I say with what remaining air I have.

"I don't feel very dead." he says playfully with a smile on his lips. I start to feel week and my knees start to wobble. I vaguely remember that I haven't taken a breath in a while, but it is too late. That combined with the shock of the situation and the alcohol leave my head spinning. I see Jonathan dart forward to catch me as the room begins to spin and then goes completely black.

-Jace

Dammit, where is she? I look around the dance floor from above one more time and still don't see Clary. I move my eyes from the dance floor with the drinks in my hand and begin to scan the rest of the crowd. I see the werewolf who tried to take my pants off has found a more willing participant in the mundane she found in the corner. I see two vampires sucking each other's blood in another corner. In the back, near the emergency exits, I see a blonde guy carrying a seemingly unconscious red headed girl to the door. Wait a minute...

I drop the drinks and they crash to the floor with a shatter. I begin to angrily push my way through the crowd earning some growls and hisses from the downworlders. I knock a few of them down when they don't move fast enough as sheer panic turns the blood in my veins cold. I need to calm down. You can't fight without a clear head and I completely intend to fight, if not kill whoever thinks they can just kidnap her.

I reach the door he took her through approximately ten agonizingly long seconds after I see him go through it with Clary, and I burst out into the alley already pulling out one of my kindjals. I look frantically to my left and right and see a dark figure turn a corner down to my left and then I am running. I reach the mouth of the alley in no time and see the blonde man carrying her away from me as she hangs limply in his arms. I swear if he hurt her, I will kill him slowly until he begs for death.

"Hey!" I shout out as I run to him. He starts to slowly turn around and the moment I see his face smiling evilly back at me, I stop in my tracks in complete shock. It's Clary's boyfriend/brother Jonathan. It is with his evil smirk that I see the resemblance between him and my father...our father. Before I can collect my thoughts, he reaches down and fidgets with something on his hand and they both just disappear. They disappear! I spin in circles looking up and down the street for any sign of them but...nothing. I reach up and pull on my hair in frustration as the panic starts to come back. I quickly squash it before I can lose focus and I quickly rack my brain about where he could possibly be taking her, not to mention why. How is he alive when Clary saw him die?

That answers stops me in my tracks as I think about watching father die and then I suddenly know. I have to get back to the Institute and talk to Hodge. He seemed to know an awful lot about me and Valentine's plans. I will bet he is behind this and that is how he found her. If that is true, then Hodge just moved onto my kill list...or at least severely maim list. But for now, all I want to do is find Clary. The look in his eye when he turned to face me gave me chills and nothing gives me chills. Nothing.

Let me know what you think so far for the beginning of the Clace ending! Thanks for reading!