A/N: Sorry that it's been so long! I meant to post earlier in celebration of the movie, but I've been too busy to write. I made this chapter a bit longer (kinda-ish not really) to make up for it though, and to celebrate COB. I took some parts of COFA in this chapter, and just want to state that I own nothing, it's all Cassandra Clare's work. ALSO, I didn't officially edit it, so mind any mistakes.

So, I believe we're nearing the end of this fic! Don't worry, I think I'm going to start another one. What do you guys think of a post-apocalyptic verse?

Finally, I hope you all saw City of Bones in theaters, and if you haven't go watch it! It's awesome, and I really enjoyed, as a lot of the people who've seen it have. Thanks for waiting so long and thanks for follows and reviews, etc. etc. Stay lovely~

When Jace woke up, the first thing he noticed was the pounding headache. The next thing he noticed was how dark it was. With a groan he tried to sit up, only to realize his hands were tied. He tugged on them and was able to tell that there was a rope tying them to something a little ways away. Blinking through the darkness, he groaned as everything came back to him. Sebastian. Jace couldn't believe he'd been beaten by him. He usually won the fights between them. He'd been distracted though. Worrying about Clary. Clary. Where was she? What'd Sebastian do to her? Jace tugged on the knot around his hands, causing it to bite into his wrists. He had to get out of here. Find Clary. Find around, eventually he was able to get his witchlight to fall out of his pocket. After another minute or so of twisting, he was able to reach the rock and light the room up. He was still in the training room. Now if only he could get his hands unbound. Looking around the room, he realized the rope didn't allow him to get very close to any of the weapons. The closest thing he could find was a dagger-his dagger- about 10 feet away from him. He tried to reach it. The rope allowed him to get a little further, but not quite enough. He turned, trying to reach with his foot. His foot just barely brushed it, causing it to spin slightly. He stretched as far as he could, his bare toes wrapping around the blade. He winced as it cut his toe, but didn't let go. He pulled it close enough before releasing it, then picking it up with his hands. He started working at the rope, cutting the closest spot he could reach. After a minute it broke and he was free. He tucked the dagger into his pants, then used his stele to quickly heal his foot. Finally, he picked up the witchlight and left the training room.

He had to find Clary, so the first place he went ws her room. She wasn't there. He checked his room next, then the kitchen. All to no avail. He ended up resorting to checking all the rooms in the Institute. It took him awhile, but eventually he found her in Jonathan's bedroom. She was asleep, her hair a mess. She looked stressed and upset, like she was having a nightmare. Getting closer he saw that she'd been crying. Jace got suddenly angry. She seemed unharmed, but whatever Sebastian had done wasn't good. Jace couldn't wait any longer. He had to go after Sebastian. Finding some paper and a pen he quickly scribbled a note to Clary. He set it on the bedside table, then left, quietly closing the door behind him.

It was time to find Sebastian and stop him once and for all. No matter what it took.

…

When Clary woke, there were rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains, just barely lighting up the room. She sighed and stretched, slightly disoriented. Looking around, she suddenly remembered everything, and sat up with a jolt. Blood rushed to her head and made her dizzy, but she ignored it as she looked around the room. Jonathan was gone. Squeezing her eyes shut she tried to remember what had happened. It slowly came back to her. Being trapped in this room, her sitting with Jonathan and talking, just talking. Like they'd done when they were a younger, they'd reminisced about all the good times and bad times they'd had. All the stupid stuff they did together, almost getting killed on demon hunts. Clary remembered one story in particular. Clary had been 13, and Jonathan had been allowed to go out and hunt a demon. Clary had been so jealous that she snuck after him. When he noticed her, he tried to make her go home, but she was too stubborn. He was so distracted by trying to make Clary go home, while protecting her at the same time, that he hadn't been able to dodge a demon bite. It had bit his neck, and the poison had nearly killed him. He had been sick in the infirmary for at least a week. Clary had felt terrible about it, but for some reason Jonathan had forgiven her, never blamed her for it or anything.

Now Clary plopped back down into the bed, rolling over and burying her face into the pillow. It smelled like him, like Jonathan. She bit back tears as she tried to recall what had happened later in the night, before she'd fallen asleep.

...

Sebastian opened the door and slipped in, shutting it quickly behind him. He was carrying a witchlight, and was limping slightly. Clary smirked at that, although she was worried about Jace.

"Where's Jace?" She asked, standing from the bed. "What have you done to him?"

"He'll live." Was the only reply she got. He looked at Jonathan, "Come on, time to go."

"Just," He hesitated. "Just a few minutes?" Their eyes locked for a moment, but Sebastian nodded, mumbling, "Alright, alright." Sebastian slipped out the door again and Jonathan gently tugged Clary's arm, urging her back to the bed. She gave in, although reluctantly. She looked at Jonathan finally and saw it in his eyes. This was it, this was the last time she would see him, at least the last bit of the real him. Clary bit her lip to keep from crying and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back, rubbing circles on her back.

"Shh, it'll be okay." He soothed.

"How do you know? What will I do without you?" She sniffed, pulling away to look at his face again. He wiped a tear off her cheek and said, "You don't need me. You'll be fine Clary. You're amazing on your own, and you've got Jace." He eyes were glistening. Clary sniffed and gave a short, sarcastic laugh.

"Yeah, sure, because I totally don't want my brother around," She said jokingly, but her voice cracked and more tears came. Jonathan pulled her close again. Neither of them said anything for a while, and eventually Clary stopped crying.

"Lay down, Clary. I'll sing you to sleep, like I used to when you were afraid of the dark." He said quietly. She nodded and laid down, head resting on her hand as she listened to him singing in french. It was something he'd learned from the Lightwoods, when Clary had been about 9 or 10 and hadn't wanted to sleep without a nightlight. It had burnt out and she had come into Jonathan's room, too scared to be on her own. He sang quietly, and she was soon asleep.

...

Clary screamed into the pillow in frustration. She felt so useless. Unable to get out of the room. Unable to stop Sebastian. Unable to save her brother. What about Jace? Where was he? Why didn't he find her? Help her? Do something? Determined to do something, Clary sat up again, ignoring the aching pain in the back of her mind. On the nightstand, a note caught her eye. It was folded, and written on the outside was her name. She couldn't decide if she was thankful or not that she didn't recognize it as her brother's handwriting. With a sigh she opened the note.

Clary,

First and foremost, I'm sorry. For everything Sebastian's done, and everything I've done. If it weren't for me, Sebastian would never have come here.

I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I don't want to see that. Maybe it would only prove to me everything I already believe of myself.

I'm a demon Clary. I know here, you're probably thinking 'only part-demon' but that's enough. That's all there needs to be for me to know that I can't stay this way. I can't be with you. I'm only ever putting you in danger.

All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where I wasn't a demon, but an angel, like you. But things are different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me.

And so that's why I have to do this. I'm going after Sebastian and I'm fixing this. I'll put everything right and I'll be out of your life.
I only ask of you one more thing. Don't follow me. And forget me. It's better that way, for both of us.

-Jace

A dry sob escaped Clary as she bit her lip. Now she'd lost not one, but two of the most important people in her entire life. She felt impossibly frustrated and even more useless than before. She almost crumpled the note, but decided against it at the last minute. Instead she folded it carefully and tucked it into her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she left Jonathan's room, shutting the door with a soft but definitive click.