Yeah, I know I wrote a sequel to this...But I decided this would be faster and easier, so I took down MBN.

It wasn't making any sense, even to me, anyways. :p

~M~G~A~

Jace

Jace bit his lip, standing on the edge of the sill, and staring out across the very large drop, and back up to Jonathon's smirking face.

"Why are you doing this?" He yelled, buying some time. What if he wasn't able to fly?

Jonathon clapped his hands, smiling brightly. Maniacally, in Jace's opinion.

"Ah!" He sighed. "The million dollar question. Why am I doing this, Jace?" He glided gracefully over to where Jace was perched on the window sill. "You stole her away from me," he whispered, the wind carrying his words across the yard. "She could've belonged to me."

Jace blinked, realizing who he was talking about. "You mean Clary?"

No way. There was absolutely no way Jonathon was in love with his own sister.

Jonathon sighed, and raised his seraph blade, stroking it lovingly. "All I have to do," he said in a soft, quiet voice. "Is to get rid of you, first."

Jace shook his head. "I won't let you do that," he said, his voice more confident than what he was feeling.

He jumped, throwing his dagger the second his feet left the sill, the knife striking Jonathon square in the chest.

And then he was falling.

Fly, Jace! A voice that sounded suspicously like Max echoed in his ears, and he shook his head. No. Max was dead.

No! It sounded like he was crying.

Don't cry, Max...

Jace frowned. Where was he? It was so dark...

So dark...

Oh.

He was dead.

Jace almost laughed at the irony of it. Weren't Shadowhunters supposed to die in battle? Not high windows.

He heard the faint sound of sobbing.

Clary.

"Jace," a soft voice whispered in his ear. Max. "Wake up. Please. You can't leave Clary alone here. She won't make it without you with her."

I can't move, Jace wanted to say. I can't open my eyes.

But his eyes were open. Darkness was blocking his view, though.

"Jace," Clary said in a trembling voice. "Don't leave me. I need you." Her voice broke.

I'm not going anywhere, Jace thought, smiling. What a silly thought. He could never leave her. He loved her too much.

"Jace!"

He opened his eyes, but immediataly closed them again, trying to block out the morning sun. Too bright.

"Clary?" He cleared his throat.

Tear stains tracked down her cheeks, and the tiny redhead launched herself at Jace knocking him to the ground, and she showered kisses on his face, sobbing. "Oh God-You're really...Alive."

She buried her face in his chest, and began sobbing some more.

Magnus walked up to them, frowning. "Don't get all mushy on me, now," he warned the crying young woman. "We need a badass here. Alec's starting to get all lovey dovey since his plan on staying straight won't work. Simon and Isabelle are.." he trailed off and winced. "Bonding."

He glanced at the blond, who had started kissing Clary repeatedly on the side of her neck, murmuring in her ear. "And we all know Jace is a lost cause, now."

Jace rolled his eyes and glared at the warlock. "Piss off, Magnus." His words were muffled by Clary's soft skin.

Magnus threw his hands up, and turned to walk away.

Clary pulled away, wiping at her wet cheeks and sniffling. "You asshole!" She yelled, suddenly, slapping his shoulder. "I thought you were dead."

Jace grinned down at her. "Were you worried about me?" He asked in a teasing voice.

Clary scowled. "It isn't funny. What if I was laying on the ground, not moving or breathing?"

He froze, and pulled her closer to him. "Got it. I'm shutting up." He glanced around. Jonathon was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's-?"

"He's dead."

Clary fiddled with her fingers, looking away from him.

"Clary...I'm sorry..." Jace realized he'd just killed the brother of the girl he was in love with.

She shook her head. "Don't be. He changed."

Then her demeanor changed, and she grinned at him. "Notice anything different?"

Jace shook his head. Other than the big ass wings sticking out of his back, no he hadn't.

She giggled. "You aren't going to ask why you're alive?"

Jace shook his head. "I'd rather not."

Clary crossed her arms. "I'll tell you anyway." Jace opened his mouth to protest, but she slapped her hand over his mouth. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her.

"I brought you back."

Whatever Jace had expected, this was not it.

His eyes bugged out, and he tried to say something, but it was muffled by Clary's hand.

Clary smiled. "Look at your arm."

Jace frowned at her in confusion, but raised both his arms, and started in surprise when he saw a new rune inked out on his left wrist.

Life.

"You made this?"

Clary nodded happily, her warm green eyes watching him curiously, waiting for his reaction.

Jace grinned at her, and pulled her face to his. "Thank you," he whispered softly.

Then he started kissing her.

"Oh, how wonderful," he heard Magnus say sarcastically, though his voice was faint, Clary's smell consuming his entire being. "Nobody's going to be leaving their room for at least a week."

~M~G~A~

Max

Aline held his hand, covering her eyes. "Ew..." she complained, as she watched her old nurse make out with the blond man. "I so did not need to see that."

Max nodded in agreement. "Grown ups are so gross," he told her, pulling at her hand. "C'mon."

Aline turned to stare at him in confused. "Aren't we going to say good bye to Clary?"

Max snorted. "I know Jace," he told Aline. "He's not going to let Clary out of the Institute for at least two weeks."

Aline's nose wrinkled as she caught his drift. "Boys are so icky."

Max pretended to be offended.

"There it is," Aline squealed, pointing.

A large raven, Hugo, stood perched on the stone wall behind the Institute. The Raven Guide.

Max took a deep breath, and Aline squeezed his hand. "Ready?"

He nodded.

They held hands, and walked slowly to the Bird of Battle and Death, to whatever it was to come.

~M~G~A~

Yay, happy ending...XP

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