"This is not Home." Jace seemed confused as they all stepped into a luxury apartment. Clary hadn't seen anything so nice in quite some time. There was a brand new kitchen with a bar counter side. A long leather couch in the center with a flat screen TV. Nice decorations all around the place. It had a nice modern feel to it. Clary was legitimately impressed even if she didn't want to be.

"I'm sorry, my son but we have to stay here for a bit." Jace I've moved some of the stuff I still had of yours in that room." Jace still shocked at his surroundings, walked over the area to peak in. "Clary your room is right next to it. I took some of your clothes and belongs while we were in New York. I hope you don't mind."

"No Father." He said as he walked into his new room.

"I love being violated by strangers." Clary muttered as she walked to her assigned holding cell. The room was as sleek as the rest of the house. There was a bed, desk, and bookshelf. The walls were a bare white, except for a red star being painted above the bed. The bed had black sheets with a white spread. They looked like they had been touched at some point. The Shelf was full of unfamiliar but well used books most of which Clary didn't recognize but she was surprised to see a couple of manga volumes near the bottom. Clary ripped open the closest and sure enough found her missing clothes. There were about 12 sets of clothes in there that were hers. There were a couple sets of men's clothes. The desk had one of her newer sketch pads and some pencils. Clary sighed and sank into the bed. A sharp pain pierced her stomach. Clary pulled out the steele and phone and threw them further up the bed. Then laid back down. It was comfy.

Valentine appeared in the doorframe. "Look, I understand that you are angry and confused, but give it a try. You might find that you like the shadow world better." Clary refused to look at him. "Once you get comfortable we can start your training. I'm sure there's plenty of tricks your Mother could teach you." With that he shut the door.

Jocelyn wasn't much heavier than Clary was. Although carrying Jocelyn around the Morgenstern Manor was much easier than carrying Clary around some abandoned asylum. Jonathan wasn't sure where he was supposed to put her so he put her in the bedroom father set up, just to be safe. Father set up the room as if it were a temple designed to attract a goddess. Someone he claimed to hate, he treated like Aphrodite. It was complete with fancy bedding, designer clothes, and beautiful statues. Jonathan knew it was all a sham on Father's part, but still thought the intention was good. He placed her gently on the bed. Then he adjusted her arms over stomach, only to shrink his hand back. He thought deep down that she would hate him for touching her.

Jonathan uncorked the vial. He wasted no time opening her jaw and pouring the solution down her throat. Father didn't actually tell him how long it would take to wake up. He moved a chair over to the bedside then paced for a bit deciding what to do next. Waiting was an option. He could spend an hour thinking of what his first words to her were, but just sitting in place annoyed him. So Jonathan decided to cook her a meal. It was one of the few non-shadowhunting skills had and was proud of.

Cooking had a meditative ease to it. After learning to make a few dozen meals, it didn't require much thought. The kitchen had been organized to Jonathan's preference long ago, right after Father fired all of the servants in a blind rage. Jonathan decided to cook an Allicante style dinner. The food was probably the only good part of Allicante anyway. So he gathered his pans and ingredients and even brought out the special plates with runes in them to keep things warm. Within a half hour Jonathan had a nice lamb dish for her.

He walked slowly and carefully through the ancient house. Jonathan could hold the plate on his head and be fine, not that was a good idea, but the slowness made the journey less stressful. Jonathan instinctively knocked on the door. Jocelyn was still asleep. He took a breath and walked back in. He sat the plate on the desk, then walked over to her. Her face had softened to a relaxed position. Her breathing had risen to normal sleeping patterns.

Jonathan decided to find some comfortable clothes for her. Her current outfit had some blood stains and dirt that Father hadn't been able to get out. Most of what Father had picked out for her was Lingerie and other sexy dresses that Jonathan found creepy. Did he really think that Jocelyn would wear this directly after coming back? He pulled out some jeans and a red blouse. Then stopped himself, because his actions reminded him of how similar he was to his father.

Finally he decided to sit. He pulled out the Fairchild ring. Father had her wedding ring and Morgenstern ring. He held tightly on to them. Jonathan put it around his neck and pocketed the Morgenstern ring. He crossed his legs. He briefly wondered if Clary found her family ring. He was told to make it as soon as Father found out about her. Father didn't say when to give it to her, just to make it. He was sure to get into trouble for making it incorrectly, but Jonathan didn't care. Jonathan's only care was making sure Jocelyn would recognize him as something more than Valentine.

It was another hour before she began to stir back into existence. It was almost 8 o' clock. She blinked a couple times before rolling to face him. Jonathan leaned forward. "Valentine?" She said, both tired and confused. She sat up and rubbed her face. "I am not your wife anymore."

Jonathan kneeled in front of her and showed her his open hands in defense. "No. Please. Valentine is elsewhere." Jocelyn was fully awake now. Her eyes stared at him with the resentment he feared. "I- I'm your son, Jonathan."

Jocelyn's gaze softed but didn't lose any intensity. She cupped his face and studied it. "I thought you were dead." She whispered. "I thought Valentine killed you as soon as I left." She grabbed his neckless and recognized that it was the Fairchild ring.

"Well I'm not." Jonathan separated himself from her and awkwardly stood up. He grabbed the plate and offered it to her. "I made you dinner." Then he sat back down.

She accepted it but didn't even bother to look at it. "What do you want with me? What is the circle planning?" She demanded.

Jonathan was taken back by her directness. He figured she would be more like Clary. "Father said he wanted our family back." He got quieter as he spoke and avoided her gaze. "As for the circle, I don't know. I don't really care. I was just told to take you here."

"'Our family' what a joke." Jocelyn sat her meal on the bed and stood up. "If he wanted a family, then he shouldn't have given it up."

"I'm not Valentine!" Jonathan yelled before he could stop himself. "All I've done is exist! You left your son to live with that monster! You broke up our family just as much." Jonathan stopped and massaged the skin on his forehead then got up. "Look I'm Sorry. I'm going to bed." He rushed out covering his face as he left.

Jocelyn got up and walked around her new room. She stretched all her muscles but didn't leave the room. Everything hurt. He was right. She should have taken him with her to New York. Jocelyn moved her dinner to the desk. It smelled delicious. She hadn't eaten in the last few days. She ate slowly and thought about what to say to Jonathan. It was delicious.