I'm sorry again to the people who wanted Sizzy. I was originally going to make it like that, but this came along as I was writing, and I kind of liked it.

Truth is, I don't like Sizzy- or Simon for that matter. Never have. I don't know why, but I just wanted to add Simon in this story. He's one of those people you just can't shake I guess.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter!

"But Mistress," said Maureen. "She has probably told them-"

"Yes, Maureen," said Camille. "But what's done is done. I don't have any use for her- she's a warlock and Shadowhunter mutt, and I've got both. It'd be too much trouble for a small thing like her," Camille was beginning to get annoyed with Maureen.

"But-"

"Leave, you're annoying me," Camille turned her attention from Maureen to her glass of blood.

Maureen bowed. "Yes, Mistress," then she left.

Jonathan stalked down the hall towards Jace's room. He had went to Clary's room when he'd gotten back last night, and she'd been there alone, drawing. Jonathan decided he'd come to Jace's room early the next morning: if Clary was there, he was going to punch him in the face, if Clary wasn't, he was going to give him a talking to.

Jonathan paused in front of the door and stopped himself from knocking- it would warn him. He threw the door open.

Jace was in bed. He opened his eyes and sat up. "What is it?" He asked groggily. "What happened?"

Jonathan looked around, but there was no sign of Clary. Jonathan shut the door. "Where is she?"

Jace got a dark look on his face and got out of bed. "Has Clary gone missing?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Alright, Herondale. We're going to talk."

Jace raised his eyebrow. "... About?"

"Clary," Jonathan stepped toward him, fighting the urge to punch him. He stabbed a finger towards his face. "You listen now, Herondale. My sister means a lot to me, and I'm not going to allow you to use her in one of your games."

Jace frowned and moved Jonathan's finger aside. "Games?"

"She's fragile. I'm not going to sit around and watch you break her heart for your-"

"You think my thing with Clary is a game?" He sounded disgusted. "Now you're going to listen, Morgenstern," he was clearly angry now. He stabbed his finger at Jonathan's chest. "I love Clary more than I've ever loved anyone or anything in my entire life. This isn't some game like it is for Isabelle."

Jonathan maintained his glare but he was affected by what he'd said.

"Now, leave, I need to get dressed," Jace walked into his bathroom and slammed the door.

Jonathan left Jace's room and slammed the door, too.

Clary noticed the atmosphere the second she entered the room. Isabelle and Maryse sat across each other at the far end of the table, Jace sat next to Maryse and across from Alec, and Jonathan sat next to Alec. Why wasn't Jonathan sitting with Isabelle?

Jace looked over at her and smiled- as he always did- but she saw something else there this time. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?"

Clary smiled and sat next to him. "Good. And you?"

Jace shrugged. "I was up a little too early for my taste," he glanced over at the other side of the table for a brief second.

"Oh, Clary," said Maryse. "I meant to ask you, when's your birthday?"

Jonathan and Jace paused for a second before continuing eating.

"Um..." Clary bit her lip.

Jonathan looked at Clary. "Did you not tell them when it was your birthday?"

Maryse, Isabelle and Alec looked at Clary.

"What?" Said Isabelle.

"Um..." Clary cleared her throat awkwardly. "It was the day Maryse got back from Idris."

Maryse's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Clary shrugged. "I didn't want to make a big deal of it."

Jonathan glanced at Jace. "You knew, didn't you?"

Maryse looked at Jace.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Jace innocently.

"The necklace that Clary's wearing," said Jonathan. "It was from you, wasn't it?"

Clary touched the necklace and blushed.

All other eyes went to Jace.

"You knew?" Said Isabelle.

"I asked him not to tell you guys," said Clary.

"Yes, I did." said Jace. "Don't feel bad, she didn't tell me either. I figured out myself."

Maryse glanced at Jonathan.

He put his hands up. "Don't look at me, I didn't tell him."

"She has a family tree in her library, it said her birthday on it," Jace shrugged.

"I can't believe she didn't tell you guys," Jonathan sounded almost amused.

"Sorry," said Clary.

"Jonathan!"

Jonathan was walking down the hall. He heard Isabelle calling him from behind, but didn't turn.

She caught up to him. "Jonathan, what's wrong?" She asked. "You've been really strange since yesterday."

Jonathan looked straight ahead and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Was it Jace? Did he do something to piss you off?"

Jonathan barked out a laugh. "He did," he still didn't look at her.

"What did he do?"

Jonathan stopped and turned to Isabelle. "Is this a game to you?"

Isabelle frowned. "What?"

"Us. Is this just some sort of game? Me, the impossible boy to get, and you got me. Hell, you made me fall for you."

Isabelle looked confused, surprised and hurt. "What? Jonathan, what are you talking about? Did Jace-"

"Jace didn't have to say much. I figured the rest out on my own."

"... What are you saying?" Isabelle just looked hurt now, and it was making it harder to look at her.

"I'm saying that I fell in love with you, Isabelle, and you were just playing me the whole time," he tried to hide the hurt in his voice.

Isabelle stood there frozen, eyes wide.

Jonathan went back to walking to his room, and Isabelle didn't follow.

Clary was sitting on the couch in the library sketching the rune she'd dreamt of on Jace's arm before she woke up in China. Jace was sitting next to her, watching her drawing.

Isabelle stormed in, a look of anger on his face. "Jason Herondale!" She stopped five feet away from the couch, her sight fixed on Jace. "What the hell did you do?"

Clary looked at Jace, who seemed confused.

"I do a lot of things, Isabelle," he said. "You'll have to be more specific."

Isabelle slowly walked to in front of him. "What did you tell Jonathan?" She asked slowly, quietly but angrily.

Clary's eyes widened and she looked at Jace.

"About what?"

"Me. What did you say to him about me?" Her voice was still hard.

Jace took a deep breath. "I didn't really tell him much..."

"Tell me exactly what you said to him," Isabelle was talking through clenched teeth now.

"I said... 'like it is for Isabelle'."

Isabelle's fists clenched at her sides. "What were you talking about?"

Jace glanced at Clary.

Isabelle seemed to catch it. "What were you doing? Were you comparing me to Clary?"

Jace stood up and looked at Clary. "Clary, would you excuse us for a moment?"

Clary nodded and stepped out of the library, but out of curiosity, she hovered right outside the door.

"Jonathan was accusing me of 'Playing games'," said Jace. "I simply corrected him."

"... 'Like it is for Isabelle'," said Isabelle. "You told him I was playing games with him?" Isabelle's voice rose. "Why would you do that to me?!"

"It's the truth, isn't it?" Said Jace. "That you're just playing one of your-"

"My life isn't any of your business, Jace!" Isabelle exploded.

Clary jumped, never hearing Isabelle talk like this.

"And now you've screwed everything up!" Isabelle sounded like she was holding back tears. She stormed out of the library, not noticing Clary.

After Isabelle was out of sight, Clary ran to her brother's room.

Clary knocked on Jonathan's room door. "Jonathan? It's Clary, can I come in?" There was no answer, so Clary went in.

Jonathan was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey," she said. She walked over and sat on the edge of his bed. "How are you doing?"

He was silent for a few seconds. "What have you heard?"

"Somehow, Jace screwed something up between you and Isabelle."

Jonathan took a sharp deep breath. "What makes you say that?"

"Isabelle just yelled at him. I thought she might slap him. Wanna tell me what that's about?"

Jonathan took a deep breath and looked over at Clary. "I'm not telling you anything until you're honest with me."

Clary frowned. "Okay... About what?"

"You and Jace. How are you two?"

"Were... Good. Why are you asking?"

"Why did you ask him to sit out of demon hunting?"

Clary swallowed.

Jonathan got a disgusted look on his face. "I knew it," he looked back up at the ceiling.

"Knew what?" Now Clary was confused.

He scoffed. "I saw you coming out of his room the other day."

Clary frowned. "What does that have to do with... Wait, what did you see?"

"Enough."

"What does 'enough' mean? What did you see?"

"I saw you coming out of his bedroom early in the morning, then you left to 'go get dressed'."

Clary watched him for a second, then her eyes widened as she figured out what he meant. "You think... Oh, this would explain everything..."

"Would it?" Jonathan sounded genuinely uninterested.

"Jonathan... You've really got the wrong idea," Clary was embarrassed.

Jonathan looked over at her. "Enlighten me. Try to explain what you were doing there, then."

Clary closed her eyes, not wanting to see his expression when she told him.

Jonathan walked into the weapons room in his Shadowhunter gear. Isabelle and Alec were getting ready- Isabelle ignoring him.

"Jace isn't coming again," said Jonathan. Talking with Clary had calmed things down a ton, and now his voice was back to normal- though he was avoiding Isabelle.

Isabelle gaped at the demon. "It's the same kind that scratched me before," said Isabelle. "Careful!"

The demon swung at Alec, but he dodged, shooting another arrow. Isabelle cracked her whip and it wrapped around it's wrist. It turned it's attention to Isabelle and clawed at her. It kept swinging, and she kept dodging.

"Alec, I can't hold him off much longer!" Said Isabelle.

The demon took the arm Isabelle had trapped and moved it towards the wall, and Isabelle- still gripping her whip- was against the wall, too. It plunged it's other claw at her, and she screamed.

She squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for impact, but she heard a different scream- not her own- and opened her eyes. Jonathan stood in front of her, the demon's claws in his chest. Isabelle gasped.

The demon withdrew it's claws just as Alec's arrow missed his arm, and hit the dirty window, letting rays of sunlight in. The demon screamed and turned to ash.

Jonathan collapsed on the ground.

Isabelle dropped to his side. "Alec! Call Magnus!"

Jonathan was on his side, clutching his chest. He already had a layer of sweat on his face, making his silvery hair stick.

Isabelle touched his arm. "It'll be okay," she said. "You'll be fine, just hang on!"

Jace was lying on his side on the couch, Clary sleeping under his arm while he looked through her notebook. On a lot of the runes, there was handwriting, saying what it did- Mostly Jonathan's, but a little of Clary's. Jace paused on the 'seeing people you love' rune. This might be just what he needed to clean up his mess.

"Jace?" Said Maryse.

Jace looked over and put his index finger to his lips.

Maryse came over, she looked worried. She glanced at Clary. "Jace," she said in a hushed voice. "They're back."

Jace nodded. "Alright."

"No, Jace," Maryse looked at Clary again. "There's been an accident."

Jace sat up slowly- trying to not wake Clary. "What happened?"

"Remember the demon that scratched Isabelle?"

Jace's jaw locked. "Who?"

"Clary's brother."

Clary woke up on the couch she'd fallen asleep on. Jace wasn't there. She sat up and looked around. He wasn't in the library.

She walked down the hall, looking for him.

Maryse came up to her. "Clary," she looked almost... Relieved. "I need you to come with me."

Clary frowned. "Why?"

Maryse shook her head. "Jace didn't want to wake you. I'm glad he didn't, it would have caused a panic."

Clary frowned. "What?"

"Infirmary."

Clary's eyes widened and she started running.

She ran into the infirmary. Magnus and Isabelle were by a bed. Clary ran up to the bed.

Jonathan was lying down, sleeping.

"What happened?!" Clary was panicking.

"He's fine now," said Magnus. "I'm a miracle worker, and his wounds were no where near as bad as Isabelle's were," He pulled the rim of his shirt up, there were three scars that looked like he was stabbed three times.

Clary touched them.

"He'll be awake by tomorrow morning," said Isabelle.

Clary pushed back a stray hair from his face. "He better be."

Jonathan woke up in the infirmary. Clary had fallen asleep on a chair, and Jace sat on the edge of the next door bed looking at her.

"I owe you an apology," said Jonathan. His voice sounded weird because he was so thirsty.

Jace looked at him. "Do you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Clary told me. I'm... Sorry."

Jace looked at him for a second. "I convinced Isabelle to change," he said. "She hadn't left your side the entire night, and she didn't want you to wake up and see her like that."

Jonathan's throat tightened at the mention of her. "She's alright then?"

Jace nodded. He got off the bed and picked up two things, then set them on Jonathan's lap. "You could use these if you really want to know," said Jace. "I could've been wrong."

He picked up Clary gently, then carried her out without another word.

Jonathan looked at the items on his lap: a stele, and Clary's rune notebook, open to the page about the rune that makes you see the ones you love.

Isabelle had on a silver tank top with black pants and high heel boots. Her makeup was redone, and her hair was plain and down.

She speed walked down the hall towards the infirmary, and her stomach groaned. She was hungry, but didn't care.

Jonathan was walking towards her from the side where she was going. Her eyes widened. "Jonathan!" She ran up to him, and they both stopped. "What are you doing out of bed? You're supposed to be res-"

"Whose face do you see right now?" He asked.

Isabelle looked surprised. "What?"

"My face. You see my face- Jonathan, right?"

Isabelle stared at him and swallowed. There were several seconds of silence. "You're Jonathan, then?" She asked quietly.

He nodded slowly.

"... I see you," she whispered, looking into his eyes.

He grabbed her by her waist and kissed her. Isabelle wrapped her arms around his neck and he around her back- pulling her closer. He pulled away for a second.

"Isabelle," he said. "I have a confession."

Isabelle's eyes widened. "Please tell me you're actually Jonathan," she said.

The corner of his mouth pulled up. "I'm not wearing the rune, Isabelle."

She stopped breathing for a second. "Oh."

You'll probably only have liked the chapter if you like Jonathan's over protectiveness with Clary and/or Jonabelle.

Next chapter Sunday!

*Spoilers for next chapter: Sebastian Verlac and Aline Penhallow will make an appearance.

SNEAK PEEK!

Chapter 22

Maureen knocked on Camille's door.

"Come in."

She opened the door. "Mistress," she said. "The Clave has just found our old hideout."

Camille took a sip of her glass of blood. "That Morgenstern girl," said Camille. "She made us have to move twice. Goodness."

Maureen gritted her teeth. She desperately wanted to have her revenge.

"Is that all?" Asked Camille.

Maureen bowed. "Yes, Mistress."

Camille waved her away.

Maureen left and shut the door. The corner of her lip pulled up. My Mistress doesn't have to know of my revenge, thought Maureen, I will have my revenge on the Morgenstern girl.