Approaching the precinct, she notices that few of the cruisers are missing. Weird, she thinks to herself. Jace's head is turning constantly, looking for the familiar amount of police cruisers. Parked up front is car she has come to know even though it has no branding, no title to it. Its color is a boring maroon, the windows having no tint to allow people to see straight through it. Usually, their is a child in the backseat, them not having any relation to the driver.

Children's Services.

Oh God, she thinks, now pacing herself with quickers steps and shorter breaths. Jace has to pull a little roughly on her hand to slow her down from sprinting straight through the transparent doors that will give her answers.

"Clary, wait!" He groans, running ahead to stand in front of her. His hair is dampened by the sprinkling precipitation. Golden eyes are wide, nervous, as he holds her shoulders. The last time she saw him this cautious was when she had been shot and he was trying his hardest to keep her inside. Now, it's as if he's trying to keep her outside, rather than inside. Her eyes skirt past him, looking through the front doors to take a hint at what's going on.

"What?" She snaps, pushing him back. Clary hears his shoes cry out as they slip a few inches backwards. Jace eyes her with disbelief, his mouth hanging open enough for her to see his chipped incisor. This look is different to her, or maybe it's because she hasn't known him that long to actually see disappointment.

"You need to calm down." Jace says in a calm tone, opposite of her own panicked one.

"Why?" She says with the same tone, though her pursed lips and furrowed brows show no definition of the word.

"Because," Jace sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're fifteen weeks pregnant, at least take that into consideration." And they begin walking, him having a firmer grip around not her arm, but her waist. Those who are walking in the building eye them with strange looks, although she's sure Jace doesn't attract that much attention. Sure, he's great and all, but not as if he were a man on fire.

Their shoes squeak on the tile that leads to her desk, and it makes her want to rush further, to get rid of the annoying sound. The moment they turn through the threshold of chaos, she starts asking questions, more particularly at Simon as he tries to gain her attention.

"Clary, there's something you need to know..." He says in a hushed tone that aggravates her. Nothing could be worse than having everyone act so calm when there is obviously a problem. Just seeing the Children's Services agent going in the interrogation room makes her suspicions escalate. Clary hates cases that involve children, those who she deems as innocent in a world so cruel.

"What?!" She finally snaps at her partner. Simon looks worried at her, before walking her to the glass window of the interrogation room. Jace follows in pursuit, his hand intertwining with hers as they look through the tempered glass. At first, her eyes don't catch what is such a big deal, but then when her green eyes skirt the one's that have haunted her dreams for the last three years, she can't help but gasp at him. Jace doesn't know what to do other than turn to ask Simon why Clary's reacting in a such a way.

His lashes are long, like his father's. Hair as dark as the night comes down in short waves that skirt the middle of his forehead like a window's curtain. He has that same haunted look that his father used to wear, from seeing death. No one can get back that innocence, and it is this child who has already lost it. His fingers aren't chubby like his sister's was, but then again, she was only eleven months at the time of his tragic birth. Fingers meant to hold a brush tap against the metal table, patient, just like her.

Andrew.

"...Loss." Simon finishes with a sentence that she didn't hear in its beginning. Jace has stilled next to her, watching as she throws herself back from the view.

"What the hell is going on!" She gasps, covering her mouth to stifle a few trator sobs. Tears block what little of vision she had of the boy. Her son, Clary's thoughts shout at her. She shakes her head, the boy in there was not her son. No matter how much he looked like Clary or Sebastian, he wasn't her son.

"His mother, Catarina Loss, was murdered last night, and he was telling us how he got away." Simon clarifies, his gaze falling to the floor.

"Why is everyone freaking out? Some kid just survived a break in, and all you guys are managing to do is act like we saved the goddamn antichrist!" Jace snaps, and they all turn to stare at him. His cheeks flush in embarrassment, but his golden eyes darken to anger as he eyes them both for answers.

"...he isn't hurt, is he?" Clary whispers to Simon.

"No, just scared," He catches himself, thinking his future second thoroughly. "He misses his mother." Clary starts to furiously shake her head, not wanting to hear the cursed word. Mother, Clary is no such thing to the angel in the other room. Giving him up... was the worst thing she'd ever done, and since then she's considered ending her miserable life. No one would miss her, but meeting Jace, and then getting pregnant, has eliminated that sadness. But it returns with a vengeance, asking her how her life can be so perfect when her son has suffered.

"Okay, thanks for the vague answer, Rat, but can you perhaps fill me in?" Jace groans. Simon eyes Clary, waiting for her permission, and her slight nod allows his mouth to reveal the truth.

"He's her son." Simon answers quietly. Jace laughs at him, disbelief clear in his burst.

"Yeah, right." Jace scoffs.

"Yeah, right." Simon says with honest, and then Jace is pulling Clary by the arm into an empty room. She shuffles away from him, watching him pace back and forth, pointing at her with his mouth open but shutting it after thinking over his words.

"Please say something." She croaks. Jace's hands fly in the air, angry flaring out his nostrils.

"Say something?!" He repeats and she nods. "What do I say to the mother of my unborn child having another kid?!" He shouts, though his eyes begin to water.

"I'm sorry!" She yells back at him. Jace tugs violently at the ends of his hair, fuming in thinly concealed anger.

"Is this why you kept our child? Just so you could give her up to a nice home and keep your conscience clean?" His face in beet red, short breaths of air leaving his mouth as he yells. She gasps at him, covering her stomach protectively. "Or maybe, you thought that you could keep this one? Huh? Even out the scale?" Jace keeps shouting, accusing.

"How can you think that I would give up our child?!" Clary cries.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the three year old waiting in the other room?" His guffaws.

"I gave him up because I was an unfit mother! Sebastian tried to take care of him, but then he killed himself! How do you suppose I watch a child when I couldn't even take care of myself?" She asks him through shouts.

"I was a baby!" And at this, he stops, catching his breath. "He was a baby." He corrects. Then she thinks, thinks of how his siblings have a different last name. She hadn't ever asked him how his adoption affected him, but now it's clear that he sees this as the same situation. "How could you do that? He was innocent and you gave him away like recyclable trash." He whispers with hurt.

"I gave him away because I loved him, not because he didn't mean anything to me." Clary corrects him. "I thought, that you of all people would understand, because we shared the same heart. The same soul. But I was wrong, you're just like everyone else." she croaks, anger furrowing her brows. "And if you can't see that, then we're over." He looks up at her, his eyes shining with tears and anger.

And he lets her leave.

Thoughts? How do you feel about Jace's views on Clary? Should she forgive him? What about Andrew, what happens to him?

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