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I'm sorry it too me so long to update. I'm already stressing over school and college/ university applications. My grandpa died. I got the news when I was at school. I started crying right away and I just wasn't feeling like writing. My mum is so sad and that makes me sad too. I am sorry I'm updating until now.

This chapter starts at the end of chapter 15 and beginning of chapter 16 of CoG

TMI series belong to Cassandra Clare

Chapter 21

CPOV

I hadn't heard of Magnus for three day. I missed him terribly and I was waiting for news. News about him and if the Book of the White had been useful or not. The last past days had been awful. Sebastian wasn't Sebastian, the Inquisitor was dead –killed by Valentine, and now Jace was gone. I had woken up to an open window and a short note from him. In the note, he explained he was going after Sebastian. I had shown the letter to Isabelle and she had no intentions of doing anything about it.

I was about to reveal what Jace and I had found out when we went to look for the Book of the White. "When Jace and I went to the Wayland manor –when we went to find the Book of the White –"

I broke off as the kitchen door swung open. Amatis stood there, the strangest expression on her face. For a moment I thought she was frighten, and my heart skipped a beat. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. "Clary," she said slowly. "There's someone here to see you –"

Before she could finish, that someone pushed past her into the kitchen. Amatis stood back, and I got my first good look at the intruder –a slender woman, dressed in black. At first all I saw was the Shadowhunter gear and I almost didn't recognize her, not until my eyes reached the woman's face and I felt my stomach drop out of my body the way it had when Jace had driven their motorcycle off the edge of the Dumort roof, a ten-story fall.

It was my mother.

"Clary," she breathed. "Your clothes."

I looked down at myself. I was wearing Amatis's black Shadowhunter gear, exactly what my mother had spent her whole life making sure I didn't have to wear. I swallowed hard and stood up, clutching the edge of the table with my hands. I could see my knuckles white, but my hands felt disconnected from my body as if they belonged to someone else.

My mother stepped toward me, reaching her arms out. "Clary –"

I found myself backing up, so hastily that I hit the counter with the small of my back. Pain flared through me, but I hardly noticed; I was staring at the woman in front of me –my mother. So was Simon, his mouth slightly open; Amatis, too, looked stricken.

Isabelle stood up, putting herself between my mother and me. "What's going on here?" she demanded. "Who are you?"

Jocelyn was staring at her, her hand over her heart.

"Maryse," her voice was only a whisper.

Isabelle looked startled. "How do you know my mother's name?"

"Of course. You're Maryse's daughter. It's just that you –you look so much like her." She lowered her hand slowly. "I'm Jocelyn Fr –Fairchild. I'm Clary's mother.

Isabelle took her hand out from under the apron and glanced at me, her eyes full of confusion. "But you were in the hospital . . . in New York . . ."

"I was," Jocelyn said in a firmer voice. "But thanks to my daughter, I'm fine now. And I'd like a moment with her."

"I'm not sure," Amatis said, "that she wants a moment with you." She reached out to put a hand on Jocelyn's shoulder.

Jocelyn shook off Amatis and moved toward me, her hands reaching out. "Clary –"

"How did you get here, Jocelyn?" My voice was cold.

Jocelyn stopped dead in her tracts. "I Portaled to just outside the city with Magnus Bane." My heart missed a beat at his name. "Yesterday he came to the hospital –he brought the antidote. He told me everything you did for me. All I've wanted since I woke up was to see you . . ." Her voice trailed off. "Clary, is something wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me about my brother?" I demanded.

Jocelyn dropped her hands. "Clary, I thought he was dead. I thought it will only hurt you to know."

"Let me tell you something, Mom," I said. "Knowing is better than not knowing. Every time."

"I'm sorry –," Jocelyn began.

"Sorry?" It was as if something inside me had torn open and everything was pouring out, all my bitterness, all my pent-up rage. "Do you want to explain why you never told me I was a Shadowhunter? Or that my father was still alive? Oh, and how about that bit where you paid Magnus to steal my memories?!"

"I was trying to protect you –"

"Well you did a terrible job!"

[I'm skipping the rest of the fight and Simon' and Clary's talk]

I had what I wanted now, all eyes riveted on me. I heard the whispers running through the crowd: That's her. Valentine's daughter.

"That's right," I said, my voice as loud is it could go, "I am Valentines daughter. I never even knew he was my father until a few weeks ago. I never even knew he existed until a few weeks ago. I know a lot of you are going to believe that's not true, and that's fine. Believe what you want. Just as long as you believe I know things about Valentine you don't know, things that could help you win this battle against him –if only you let me tell you what they are."

"Ridiculous," Malachi spoke, he stood at the foot of the dais steps. "That's ridiculous. You're just a little girl –"

"She's Jocelyn Fairchild's daughter." It was Patrick Penhallow. Having pushed his way to the front of the crowd, he help up a hand. "Let the girl talk, Malachi.

"You," I said to the Consul. "You and the Inquisitor threw my friend Simon in prison –"

Malachi sneered. "Your friend the Vamprie?'

"He told me you asked him what happened to Valentine's ship that night on the East River. You thought Valentine must have done something. Well, he didn't. If you want to know what destroyed the ship, the answer is me. I did it."

Malachi's laugh was echoed by several others in the crowd. Luke was looking at me, shaking his head, but I plowed on.

"I did it with a rune," I said. "It was a rune so strong it made the ship come apart in pieces. I can create new runes. Not just the ones that are in the Gray Book. Runes no one's ever seen before –powerful –ones –"

"That's enough," Malachi roared. "This is ridiculous. No one can create new runes. It's completely impossible." He turned to crowd. "This girl is nothing but a liar, just like her father."

"She's not lying." The voice came from the back of the crowd. It was clear, strong, purposeful. The crowd turned, and I saw who had spoken; it was Alec. He stood with Isabelle at one side of him and Kathia in the other, Robert had helped him talk to the Consul and the Inquisitor (when he still lived) to let Kathia stay. Simon was with them, and so was Maryse Lightwood. But my heart stopped when I saw Magnus, he was standing next to them, and he looked proud. He gave me half a smile and his cat eyes shined. "I've seen her create a rune. She used it on me and it worked."

"You're lying," the Consul said, but doubt had crept into his eyes. "To protect your friend –"

"Really, Malachi," Maryse said. "Why would my son lie about something like this, when the truth can easily be discovered? Give the girl a stele and let her create a rune."

A murmur of assent went through the crowd. Patrick Penhallow stepped forward and handed me a stele. I took it gratefully and turned back to the crowd.

My mouth went dry. My adrenaline was still up, but it wasn't enough to drown my stage fright. What was I supposed to do? What kind of rune could I create to convince the crowd –to show them that I was telling the truth?

I looked out then, through the crowd. I saw Simon, looking at me across the empty space and I thought of Jace. My brother was out there, looking for Sebastian. I had to do my part too. I looked to were Magnus was standing. The way he was looking at me helped me gain confidence. I knew that Simon, Jace, and Magnus believed and me –even when I didn't believe in myself.

I took a deep breath, and with them in mind I pressed the stele down on my wrist. I didn't look down as I was doing it, I drew it blindly, trusting the stele and myself to create the rune I needed. I drew it faintly, lightly –I would only need it for a moment –but without hesitation.

The first thing I saw when I was done was Malachi. His face gone white, and he was backing away from me with a look of horror. He said something –a word in a language I didn't recognize. –and the behind him I saw Luke, staring at me, his mouth slightly open. "Jocelyn?" Luke said.

I shook my head at him, just slightly, and looked out at the crowd. It was a blur of faces, fading in and out as I stared. Some were smiling, some glancing around the crowd in surprise, some turning to the person who stood next to them. A few wore expressions of horror or amazement, hands clamped over their mouths. I saw Alec glance quickly at Kathia, and then at me, in disbelief. Kathia's lips were parted, she reached a hand over at Alec and stared at him for a moment. Magnus was looking at me how he had been doing before, he looked around the crowd, and gave me a puzzled look. Simon looked puzzled as well, and then Amatis came forward, shoving her way past Patrick Penhallow's bulk, and ran up to the edge of the dais. "Stephen!" she said, looking up at me with a sort of dazzled amazement. "Stephen!"

"Oh," I said. "Oh, Amatis, no," and then I felt the rune magic slip from her, as if I'd shed a thin, invisible garment. Amatis's eager face dropped, and she backed away from the dais, her expression half-crestfallen, and half-amazed.

I looked across the crowd. They were utterly silent, every face turned to me.

"I know what you all just saw," I said. "And I know that you know that that kind of magic is beyond ant glamour or illusion. And I did that with one rune, a single rune, a rune that I created. There are reasons why I have this ability, and you might not like them or even believe them, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that I can help you win this battle against Valentine, if you let me."

"There will be no battle against Valentine," Malachi said. He didn't meet my eyes as he spoke. "The clave has decided. We will agree to Valentine's terms and lay down our arms tomorrow morning."

"You can't do that," I said, a tingle of desperation entering my voice. "You think everything will be all right if you just give up? You think Valentine will let you keep on living like you have already? You think he'll confine his killing to demons and Downworlders?" I swept my gaze across the room. "Most of you haven't seen Valentine in fifteen years. Maybe you've forgotten what he's really like. But I know. I have heard him talk about his plans. You thinks you can still live your lives under Valentine's rule, but you won't. Valentine will control you completely, because he'll always threaten to destroy you with the Mortal Instruments. He'll start with the Downworlders, of course, but then he'll move on to the Clave because he thinks they're all week and corrupt. Then he'll start in on anyone who has a Downworlder anywhere in the family. Maybe a werewolf brother –" my eyes swept over Amatis –" or a rebellious teenage daughter who dates the occasional faerie knight" –my eyes went to the Lightwoods –"or anyone who's ever employed the services of a warlock. How many of you would that be?"

[I'm skipping because this is all in the book. Now this is page 414 in CoG]

I lost my breath and my words as Magnus stood tall in front of me –of us. He wore a long, dark coat buttoned up to the throat, and his black hair was pulled back from his face. My head started to wonder, did my mother know about us already? Had Magnus mentioned something to her? She would had mentioned something to me if that was the case. I came into the conclusion that she was still to know and the look Magnus gave me confirmed it. But when Magnus spoke my name I pushed everything behind and I felt the urge to hug him like I did when I saw him during my speech.

So I did.

In one swift movement I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Magnus was shocked at first but he quickly reacted and wrapped his long arms around my waist, hugging me back. "Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me darling," Magnus said, knowing I was talking about bringing my mother back.

"I missed you," I breathed out. My stomach felt as if I had wild butterflies inside, and my heart felt warm.

"I missed you too," he rubbed my back. "Your mother is staring at us."

I pulled away, my cheeks flushed. I had just made a scene in front of everyone who was close to us, but I really didn't care, I missed him so much I couldn't hold back.

"I didn't know you had gotten so close," my mother said as she looked in between of us, her hand in her heart as if she was moved by our affection.

Luke coughed, trying to cover up his grin.

"You must had been a great help to Clary," my mother went on. "Thank you for being there for her. I owe you Magnus Bane."

"It's nothing," Magnus said, swallowing. "And Magnus is alright, no need to add the Bane, sounds too formal."

"Of course," Luke smirked.

"Is there something else I should know?" She asked. "I feel like you have some sort of inside joke going on or –"

Simon snickered.

"Um, mom," I said. "Magnus did more than just help me. He was there for me the whole time. He was there since my first encounter with Valentine and made sure I was okay. And since then He has never left me alone –"

"Thank you so much –"

"That's not all," I said. I glanced at Magnus, he gave me a nod and a smile. "Magnus and I got really close." Magnus took my hand with his. "Magnus is my boyfriend, mom."

"What?" She stared at us. My expression must have looked very worried because my mom's face softened. "I'm sorry I just didn't know what to say. It was unexpected news."

"I just wanted you to know, because we're not hiding our relationship from anyone."

"Even Valentine knows," Simon chimed in.

My mother's eyes widen.

"I'll explain later," I said, nudging Simon in the ribs, although he was unaffected by it.

"Yes, we definitely need to talk more," she said, looking at our hands.

"I heard you had a rune to show us," Magnus said, changing the topic. I was relieved he did. There will be another time to talk about this.

"Oh, yes," I said. "I just need something to write on –some paper."

"I asked you if you needed anything," my mother said under her breath, sounding very much like the mother I remembered.

"I've got paper," Simon said, fishing something out of his jeans pocket. He handed it to me. It was a crumbled flyer for his band's performance at the Knitting Factory in July. I flipped over the paper, raising my borrowed stele. It sparked slightly when I touched the tip to the paper, and I worried for a second that it might burn, but the tiny flame subsided. I set to drawing, doing my best to shut everything else out: the noise of the crowd, the feeling that everyone was staring at me.

The rune came out as it had before –a pattern of lines that curved strongly into one another, then stretched across the page as if expecting a completion that wasn't there. I brushed dust off the page and held it up, feeling absurdly as if I were in school showing off some sort of presentation to the class. "This is the rune," I said. "It requires a second rune to complete it, to work properly. A –partner rune."

APOV

I looked around the crowd, my eyes searching for a pair of purple eyes, smooth pale skin, and light-brown hair. I had lost sight of Kathia in the crowd. After Clary showed her power with the rune she created Kathia had whispered in my ear –telling me she was going to talk to Magnus, I was too shocked by what I saw Clary do before my eyes that all I managed to do was nod. At first I was so confused of what I was seeing that I thought I had gone insane, but then I understood. Everyone seemed to be in the same state I was. It really hit me when I heard people whisper different names. Clary had made us see the person we love, with a simple rune.

If I had any doubts left, they were all gone now. I had seen Kathia. My heart had stopped and my breath was caught in my throat. If it wasn't because Kathia reached a hand onto me I would have thought I had lost my mind. Now I was looking for her. She was certainly not with Magnus; he was with Clary now. I started tapping my fingers against my tight as scanned the crowd, looking for my purple-eyed beauty.

"Did you lose something?"

The voice came from behind me, startling me. I recognized the voice immediately and sighed in relief. "Yes."

"I hope is nothing too precious," Kathia rested her chin on my shoulder.

"It is, actually," I said.

"Hmm, I shall help you find it then."

"I already did," I said.

"Really?" she arched her eyebrow. "What where you looking for?"

"A girl –a purple-eyed cutie."

"I'm the only purple-eyed girl in this room," she stated. "Oh my god, did Alexander Lightwood just called me cutie?"

She gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Shut up," I scoffed. "And don't call me Alexander."

"But why, Alexander, my dear," she turned me around and placed her hand in my forehead. "Are you okay?"

"And this is why I never call you any pet names," I moved her hand away. "Never again."

"This was the first time," she grinned.

"And the last," I rolled my eyes.

She gasped. "No is not! And don't roll your eyes at me Alexander."

"Why not? You do it all the time!"

"But I am Kathia Boutte," she said. "I'm rubbing on you –and not just literally –"

"Katy!" My face felt hot.

"–You're becoming sassy," she continued.

"Shhh."

"Don't shush me. I sure you're becoming –," I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. I pulled away once I had her whole attention.

"Do you want to be my partner in battle?"

"Yes," she breathed out. "But if you call me pet names once in a while."

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, but smiled nonetheless.

"Your eyes are going to stay like that one day," she said, "and I might or might help that happen."

"Whatever, Miss Boutte."

"You had never called me by my last name," she scrunched up her nose.

"It sounds so sophisticated and French."

"Yes, yes Mr. Lightwood." She rolled her eyes. Then she flickered her attention to my body, she eyed me up and down, I shifted on my feet. "Ai-je vous dire que vous regardez très chaud aujourd'hui? Parce que vous faites! Je ne pouvais tout simplement vous appuyer contre le mur et avoir mon chemin avec vous."

I blinked. "What?"

She smirked and stepped closer to me, she walked half a circle around me and rested her arm in my shoulder. She leaned forward, to whisper in my ear. "I said: Did I tell you that you look very hot today? Because you do! I could just press you against the wall and have my way with you."

"Katy!" I hissed, blushing madly.

"It's cute when you blush," she shrugged and pinched my cheek.

"Can you not do that when we're in public?" I said but immediately regret it after I saw her hurt expression. "No, no I didn't mean it like that. I don't care what other people think about our relationship."

I pulled her close to me and kissed her, not caring who saw.

"You know I didn't mean it like that right –"

She nodded and kissed me, her arms were around my neck. "I'll leave the sexual comments for when we're alone."

"You know you can't," I chuckled.

"You're right," she nodded shamelessly.

"Now," I cleared my throat. "Care to mark me?"

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Lightwood," she took the stele from my hand.

Important AN: Again, sorry for not updating. I hope you can understand that I wasn't feeling it after my grandpa's death. I also had my first heart break. Now I have to catch up with all my stories. Please be patient lovelies.

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