Just as Jace laid Clary down on the bed her eyes flew open. She quickly scrambled back away from Jace. "Who are you, where's my baby?" She demanded.
Jace put his hands up showing he meant her no harm. "Clary, honey it's me. It's me Jace, Angel don't you remember me."
"Where's my baby!" She demanded again.
"Clary, your baby's right here." Isabelle said offering her the tiny bundle.
Clary snatched the baby away from Isabelle and curled her arms protectively around it eyeing the group around her suspiciously.
"Clary," Jace tried again trying to contain his tears. "Clary, do you remember me. It's me, it's Jace. I'm the baby's father."
Clary shook her head. "No…no…my Jace is dead. He died five months ago, the night they took me."
"Clary, the night who took you?" Isabelle asked sitting down carefully on the end of the bed.
"It was Shadowhunters, Shadowhunters took me and gave me to the Unseelie Court." Clary said. "Jace and Alec chased them but they killed Jace, th-they shot him through the heart with an arrow. I heard Alec screaming as they opened the portal." She began sobbing.
Jace moved closer to her. "Clary, I'm not dead." He said quietly. "I'm here, I'm alive. You've been missing for three months."
Clary shook her head again. "It's a trick," She said sounding frustrated. "Just another trick because the Queen hates me for killing Sebastian."
Isabelle looked at Jace.
"Clary, what do you remember?" Alec asked coming to stand at the end of the bed.
"We'd just got here, we found out I was pregnant with twins. One light," She raised a finger. "One dark. I was taken once before by the Queen but Mark helped me escape. He brought me back to the edge of the lake in New York, Luke found me and brought me to the Institute. They sent us here after someone tried to hurt me. Not me, my babies. Jace and I went upstairs to bed, he came downstairs to get something to drink and check the doors. Then someone grabbed me and dragged me down through the front door. Alec and Jace heard us and ran out after us. The Shadowhunters who grabbed me started firing arrows at them. Alec managed to take two of them out but the third one shot Jace. Then we fell through a portal and we were met by the Queen who locked me in a room somewhere under her throne room. She sent Mark to be imprisoned with me, to take care of me with orders to let me die after the babies were born. It was his punishment, watching me die. The queen starved me, but Mark found herbs and nuts and made teas with them to keep me well enough to protect the pregnancy, the queen fed me little more than broth meant to nourish the dark child. Then when I went into labor she left Mark and I alone thinking he would follow her orders and let me die. The babies were born, the queen took the dark one and left Mark and I alone in that room with the other child. She said she had no need of it and it could die with its fellow Nephilim. Mark was able to steal a stele and we made a portal that brought us back here. I wanted to find my Mom and Luke, and Alec and Isabel. I wanted to tell them how sorry I was for getting Jace killed. I was too weak to travel, so Mark brought me here to Herondale Manor hoping we could find help."
"Wait, you're telling me Mark Blackthorn is here?" Alec asked.
Clary nodded. "Yes, but he can't exist fully here. Only in shadow because of being tethered to Faerie because of the food he was given. We need to find a way to rescue him, he saved my life."
"We will Clary." Jace promised. He took her free hand. "You have to believe me, I am your Jace. Whatever happened that night was an illusion, or a glamour, or something else. I am alive." He took her hand and gently placed it on his heart. "Do you feel that?"
Clary nodded.
"That's my heart, it's beating. It never stopped." Jace said.
Clary sat there feeling his heart beat. Nothing felt exactly like the beat of Jace's heart. Her eyes filled with tears. She fell forward into his arms. "Oh Jace."
He put his arms around her careful not to crush the baby between them. "It's me sweet angel."
The bedroom door flew open causing Clary to scramble back on the bed. Jocelyn and Luke burst into the room.
"Clary!" She said looking at her daughter on the bed. She rushed to her side and carefully reached out to touch her face then ran her hand over Clary's head. "Oh my sweet girl, what have they done to you."
"M-mom?" Clary stammered.
"It's me sweetheart." She sobbed bending her head so it touched Clary's.
Luke gently reached around to hold Clary and her mother. "We were afraid we'd lost you forever."
A thin wail filled the air. Jocelyn drew back from Clary finally noticing the tiny bundle held by Clary. "I-is that…" she began.
Clary smiled weakly and nodded.
"Can I?" Jocelyn asked.
Clary nodded. Jocelyn gingerly took the baby from Clary. "By the angel, so beautiful."
"It's a girl." Clary said quietly. "The other child, was much larger…healthier. She was weak; I didn't think she would live. She did; she's strong and stubborn like her father." Clary leaned back in the bed. "So tired…"
"Rest sweetheart," Jocelyn said bending to kiss her forehead. "You're safe now. Just rest, we'll take care of everything later."
Jocelyn signaled that everyone should leave. Before Jace got up from the bed, Clary caught his wrist. "Stay…" She murmured.
Jace looked at Jocelyn who nodded her assent before getting up off of the bed. Simon was the last to leave, he stared at Clary. Luke walked up to him.
"What is it?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.
"She looks like those pictures they showed us in school. The ones from the war, I couldn't believe how that could have happened." Simon stammered.
Luke looked back at Clary. "We have her back, she's safe. We'll protect her now."