A/N: Helloo. Don't want you to keep you too long from the chapter so the more more important/longer AN is going to be at the end. I have news about music from the story being in a playlist :)

The songs used in this chapter are:

Autumn in New York - Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong

Like I'm Gonna Lose You - Meghan Trainor ft. John Legend

Jace lifted up his chin as he adjusted the knot of his tie. He smoothed it down from top to bottom and examined his outfit. He'd slept at the Morgensterns' that night after dinner, but Clary forced him to leave at six in the morning so he would have time to get ready and return to watch the Thanksgiving parade. She explained to him that even though he didn't celebrate Thanksgiving, it was a day to be together with your family or loved ones—British or not. So he rolled out of her bed when his driver from the hotel arrived, kissed her on the forehead, and promptly fell back asleep in the car.

Jace turned around when his hotel door beeped and someone stepped in. He grinned when Jordan peeked inside. "How'd you know I was in here?"

"I didn't. I check every morning." Jordan smiled big as the door closed.

Jace raised an eyebrow. "That could be very dangerous. What if there are things you should not see?"

"You saw me walk in with my hand over my eyes, didn't ya?"

Jace stared. "It's seven in the morning. Whatcha really doin' here?" He tilted his head a little. "Are you tracking me?"

"I probably should chip you or something, considering you go about the city like you're a normal boy, but no." He paused. "Harold tells me whenever he sees you."

"Harold the driver?" Jordan nodded, and Jace looked away. "Sneaky Harold."

Jordan looked at his outfit. "Don't you look quite nice."

"Yup." He looked down at his clothes. "Bought it yesterday."

"Well, of course. Who knew you were going to have to dress up to attend a dinner with an elite family in the Upper East Side?"

Jace exhaled a hah and then hooked his bottom lip with his teeth. "Yeah, well, who knew anything a couple months ago?" Jordan gave a laugh, and Jace looked up. "What?" Jordan shook his head. "What are you snickering on about?"

Jordan kept his head inclined as he said, "Nothing." He looked up, and Jace raised an eyebrow. "Alright, fine. I was just thinking about that night when we went to the Lightwoods' for the first time, and I said you were in love with Clarissa, and your reaction was great."

"Ah." And despite himself, Jace gave a laugh too.

"You were just so determined to be in her life for the longest time that you had convinced yourself that you could be friends." Jordan shook his head. "And it's just the shittiest lie you've ever told. Worse than when you said you didn't have anything to do with drunk Raphael."

Jace threw his head back and laughed at the mention of Raphael. "I would've tried."

"And failed miserably." Jace scowled. "It would've been the one thing you're bad at."

"Is that admiration in your voice?"

"It's frustration over the unfairness of life."

Jace pursed his lips to fight a smile and then turned around to face the mirror again. He stepped back so he could see his whole outfit.

"Are you alright, Jonathan?" Jordan asked, and Jace froze at the use of his first name. He turned back around. "I mean, with Clary. Are you and Clary going to be alright?"

"Yeah, we'll be alright. What is two weeks compared to the previous eleven years?"

Jordan smiled at that. "Well, that is true." His smile faded and he looked down. "And all the times after that?"

Jace took a moment before answering. "We'll be alright then, too." He made his way to the chair and sat down. "Why? What are you concerned about?"

"Just want you to be alright, that's all," Jordan replied simply.

"Or are you asking as my manager making sure that I'm emotionally stable enough to continue on with tour?" Jordan made eye contact, and Jace immediately regretted saying it, even if it was a joke. "I'm just kidding," he said with a laugh. "I know you're genuinely concerned."

"You are my child." Jordan looked away, stuffing his hands in his pajama pockets. "Even if I do get shit on for treating you that way."

"Maybe you and my mother should create your own business," Jace told him, and Jordan's eyes got wide in response. "Oh, not—I meant Maia."

"Oh." He responded with ease, and then his eyes got wide again. "Wait, you know about—"

"I saw you two snogging in the hallway during tour." Jace made a face. "Let's not talk further about those details. Are you two...together?"

Jordan grinned. "Yeah, I guess we are."

"When did this start?"

"A while ago." Jordan shrugged. "I guess we got a bit careless recently."

"And why didn't you tell me? I'm the child." Jace motioned to himself.

"That's precisely why. We didn't want to give you more to deal with."

"Ah." Jace looked down.

"You know, with "the Clary thing" going on, making actual friends, and then the whole Jonathan doing drugs issue."

"Right." Jace's eyes were wide as his words sunk in. He slowly looked up. "You know about that?" He didn't know why he was whispering in an empty room.

Jordan smiled sadly. "Yeah."

"Who told you?" Jordan looked around. "Ah. Magnus."

"He asked Alec if he could tell me, if that hinders any feelings of betrayal. And he was just concerned because it was Sebastian," Jordan told him, and Jace shook his head.

"No, I know. You had to know what was going on. I guess I'm just sorry I didn't tell you." He looked back down. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Jace. I know you couldn't. I know you also had your own things to come to terms with during that time. Magnus knew that too."

Jace took a deep breath. "He's alright now. Well, we think."

"I believe he is."

Jace looked up in surprise. "Why do you believe that?"

Jordan shrugged. "He's got all of you."

Clary opened her eyes and immediately shut them tightly. Slowly, she re-opened her eyes one at a time and stared out her window. Her forehead furrowed as she stared at her window, which let brightness of the day seep into her room since she forgot to let her curtains hang. She gulped as an overwhelming feeling of heaviness felt like it was sitting on her chest. She knew a part of it was because she remembered how she kicked Jace out of bed, because she had to, when she was so used to waking up beside him. It was a taste of what she would be feeling for days—the constant repeat of missing him, having him there, realizing he was going to have to leave, and doing that dance all over again, for an amount of time she didn't even want to consider. She knew it was worth it. She knew they could do it. But that didn't make the worries and feelings just disappear. She looked up to her left when she heard the familiar creak of her door. She smiled a little when Jocelyn opened it enough to poke her head through the door.

"Can I come in?" she asked, and Clary nodded.

Jocelyn opened the door, closed it behind her, and then walked to Clary's vinyl player. She looked through Clary's collection and picked out an album that made Clary smile. Her usual "first day of Autumn" vinyl—the same one she was listening to before they went to see Jace and Stephen.

Jocelyn carefully put the needle to the play the song Clary knew she was going to choose. Clary closed her eyes and moved over when her mom laid beside her.

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?

Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first knighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel

They're making me feel, I'm home

Clary knew it was odd that, amidst everything that was happening, she might have been feeling the happiest she had in years. She felt guilt for feeling that happy, but she knew she was. The Elite Four was thriving. She had Jace. It just happened to mix in with situations and events that carried just as much sadness. She felt that maybe life evened it out that way so the fall from being happy wouldn't be as hard. Life was never just one thing. Just like she couldn't only feel one thing. It was fitting that her happiest days mixed in with her worst. But at least she felt alive. At least she was feeling. And she didn't feel like that was tragic. She felt like that was just life, and what it gave her and the ones she knew. Maybe that alone was the tragedy.

And, with that thought, Clary began to cry. Jocelyn instinctively put an arm around her, pulling her daughter to her side as if that was why she came into the room—like she felt that Clary needed to have the presence of her mom and a good cry. Clary felt like she had been crying too often, but it felt good to sob, to have a good cry—in her own room, with her mom right beside her. And that made Clary cry harder, because it wasn't as if Jocelyn knew all the reasons her daughter was crying and letting go.

Jocelyn didn't know that Clary spent weeks dreaming up their past with Valentine. She didn't know that Clary spent weeks trying to be strong, but felt weaker as she was around Jace. She didn't know that Clary learned that being strong didn't mean having to be strong alone. She didn't know the way Jonathan had fallen to a past addiction and risked his life to the point that everyone in that room could still see Jonathan's lifeless body on the couch and hear the sound of Alec and Clary trying to wake him up. Jocelyn didn't know that Clary feared that her group of friends would grow apart just like Jocelyn did with her own. Jocelyn didn't know that her daughter sobbed because she was feeling so tired of having to be strong, of having to be the rock, but knew that she had to because she wanted to continue being that for her friends and family.

What Jocelyn did know was that Clary was about to part with someone so essential to her that it made her feel like something was missing in her very being through eleven years of absence.

And Jocelyn knowing that was enough for Clary to appreciate her mom whispering that it would be okay. And, as Clary started to quiet down, her breathing began to steady, and she heard her mom's words the night before she left. Home will be here when you get back. And finally feeling that reassurance made Clary give her mom a squeeze and push herself to sit up with her.

The two sat in silence as the music filled Clary's room. She thought that maybe this was what healing was. Crying every day until it hurts less just so you can continue on, because that's all you can do. You cry; you get up. The same thing happens the next day, and then, finally, it eases up. That was something she wanted to remember from her separation with Jace. Back then, the lesson was that she could live without him. Now that lesson turned into the knowledge that she could survive. She realized, as she stared out her window at the almost bare tree branch shaking slightly from the autumn wind, that was the lesson she was supposed to carry from him. Not that she could live without him. It was that she could survive, for no one but herself, and be better for it. Clary almost smiled to herself until her mom interrupted her thoughts.

"I talked to Jonathan," Jocelyn whispered. "About what happened."

Clary looked over at her slowly, and her mom gave her a sad smile, still staring at the wall in front of her. "You did? Did he—I mean, did you—how did you…"

"He told me. Right before I came in here to lie down with you," Jocelyn said, looking to her right, making eye contact with Clary. "He texted me this morning saying that, if I was up, he wanted to talk to me about something."

Clary wasn't sure how to respond. How could she respond? "Um. What did he say?"

"He told me from the very beginning how he met Sebastian, how he was sneaking around, and how he manipulated you all into not realizing what he was doing. And he told me what he could remember from that night."

"Did you want to know what—"

Jocelyn shook her head. "Oh, no. I don't need to know."

Clary looked down when her unspoken words were said between them. But Clary could hear them clearly—I've experienced it enough times to already know.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to…"

"Sell out your brother?" Clary looked up at Jocelyn, whose eyes softened. "Because you didn't want me to see your brother differently, or as I did before?"

Clary looked at her lap and nodded. When Jon first had his trouble with drugs, it was no secret that Jocelyn could clearly picture Valentine in him. And that was one of the things that shook Jon up the most.

"No," Jocelyn whispered. She tilted her head up, and Clary looked over to see the tears brimming in her eyes. She could see her mom fighting to be strong when she was crying, but now she saw her mom's strength begin to waver. "I know that our past was going to follow us in some way." She looked at Clary and tried to give a laugh. "I mean, we didn't set the best examples when you guys were kids. We're very much to blame in the tragedy that has followed us all." Jocelyn faced forward again. "We can't move to Brooklyn and pretend that we're different people. That's something I had to come to terms with early on."

Clary couldn't remember a time when Jocelyn had been so honest about their lives in the past. It shocked her into complete silence.

"We're just lucky we ended up with kids that learned from us. You know, rather than turning into us."

"Turning into our parents isn't so bad," Clary whispered. "You all were pretty awesome before we hit the road." She fiddled her thumbs and was surprised when her mom wrapped her arm around her, pulling her close. She put her chin on top of Clary's head and sighed.

The two looked at the door when it creaked.

"Am I allowed to come in?" Jon asked, and Clary nodded. He walked in and did a double take at the vinyl player before walking over to play "Autumn in New York" all over again. Clary and Jocelyn smiled as Jon fell back on the foot of the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"I have some news both of you would be interested in," Jocelyn announced, and her kids looked up at her.

Clary made a face. "Good or bad?"

"Always the pessimist," Jonathan muttered, and Clary threw him a glare.

"Depends on the way you look at it," Jocelyn told them with the pursed lips. "Maryse told me that the Belcourt family are going to be at dinner." She smiled awkwardly while Jonathan and Clary stared at her.

"No matter what way I look at that, it sounds like a bad idea to me, Mum," Jonathan said, in all seriousness.

"Is their child coming?" Clary asked.

Jocelyn nodded. "I believe so. Maryse said she was in town."

Clary turned to look at Jonathan, who still looked shocked. "Are you ready to see her?"

"The father? Possibly. The mother? Not really." Jonathan paused. "Camille? Not at fucking all."

"Jonathan," Jocelyn hissed.

Clary looked in-between them and raised her eyebrows. "Welp. Happy Thanksgiving, am I right?"

Jace stepped out of the car, thanking Harold and telling him I know what you've done with a wink, and walked towards Jonathan, who sat on the stoop at the top of the stars. He grinned, a cigarette between his fingers and a coffee placed beside him.

"Morning, Jacey. Don't you look all fancy and shit?"

Jace walked up the steps and sat down at his left. "Is this a special occasion cigarette?"

"Like do I have one every Thanksgiving?" Jon flicked the cigarette to his right. "Yeah, sure, why not." He held it out to Jace.

Jace took it and watched the tip of the cigarette brighten as he inhaled. He held it out to Jon and, after a couple seconds, exhaled.

Jon had an eyebrow raised. "And your reasoning is?"

"Annual Thanksgiving cigarette, obviously."

Jon smiled and looked down as he took a drag. "I told my mother about what happened on tour." He glanced at Jace, whose eyes got wide. "Yeah."

"What did she say?"

"I mean, what does a mom that has witnessed numerous drug related issues in her younger years say?" He shrugged. "She didn't say much. She began to tear up. And she told me she was glad that I was alive, and that she hoped I stopped, because she couldn't bear to try and stop another Morgenstern."

Jace flinched. "Ouch."

"At least I didn't see the look she used to have in her eyes. Like I was him."

"Johnny," Jace whispered.

"No, no, it's alright. I was never angry at her about it. I saw it in myself." Jon took another drag. "I'm just really relieved to not see it in her eyes again."

"Well, that's good then, right?"

Jon nodded. "Yup. But then she told us the Belcourt family was going to be at Thanksgiving dinner."

Jace looked forward, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Belcourt. That sounds so familiar."

"Camille Belcourt."

"Ahhh." Jace shrugged a little. "So? She's just a model socialite. Isn't there going to be quite a few of those at dinner? The Lightwoods' do PR. I would've expected—" Jace's jaw dropped. He looked over at Jon. "Your ex-girlfriend is Camille Belcourt?"

Jon grinned and gave a nod. "That's her, alright."

Jace began to nod slowly. "Right." He stood up and patted Jon's shoulder. "Smoke on, Johnny boy. Smoke on."

After Jace scared Jocelyn and Luke by walking into their kitchen unannounced because their door was open, he hugged them and made his way upstairs. Right when he opened the door to Jon and Clary's apartment, he could hear the faint music coming from Clary's room, and it got louder as he approached her half-open door.

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows we were walking on moonlight

And you pulled me close

Split second and you disappeared and then I was all alone

I woke up in tears

With you by my side

A breath of relief

And I realized

No, we're not promised tomorrow

He smiled upon hearing that she was quietly singing along and waited outside her door for a little bit before walking in.

So I'm gonna love you

Like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna hold you

Like I'm saying goodbye wherever we're standing

I won't take you for granted 'cause we'll never know when

When we'll run out of time so I'm gonna love you

Like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

He knocked before poking his head in, and he scanned the room to find her standing in front of her full-length mirror. She was wearing a knitted faded dark green sweater, one size too big for her, with long rustic gold necklaces hanging down, and a short black skirt with nude heels. It looked just like her. His heart swelled, and he cursed himself for being so happy about an outfit she had on.

"Hey," she said, looking at him through her mirror, a small smile on her face.

He couldn't help but do the same one back. "Hey."

She turned around and looked at his outfit. "Nice, Herondale."

He walked towards her, looking down at his classic combo of fitted dress pants, a white button-down, sleeves folded, and a black skinny tie. He shrugged. "Eh."

She rolled her eyes and instinctively fixed his tie. He resisted the urge to smile as he looked down at her concentrated face until she looked up.

"Happy Thanksgiving," he greeted. "I mean, I guess." He put his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him.

"Happy Thanksgiving." He made a move to lean down and kissed her, but she stepped away. "Now put on an apron. We have a pie to make while we watch the parade, which will start any minute now." And, abruptly, she walked past him and out of the room, her heels clicking on the floor.

"Ah. Still the same," he mumbled as he left her room, remembering vividly how Clary valued holiday traditions.

Jace plastered a smile on his face as he passed men in business suits, all of which looked as he passed by. He would put a hand up every once in a while to say hello if his cheeks hurt, and he breathed in relief when he made it to the kitchen, where Isabelle was. She was arranging food on the table, along with the servers her mother hired, but Jace knew she was in there hiding.

"Where are Simon and Clary?" Jace asked, leaning against the counter. "I've only seen Jon and Alec walking around."

"They're in my room," she replied, stopping her charade of actually doing something with the food.

"Doing what?"

"Listening to rap."

Jace raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry. I just heard you say they were in there simply listening to rap."

"They are. They are in there just listening to rap. Simon said something about this year being A$AP."

"A$AP Rocky?"

Isabelle nodded. "Yes." Jace stared at her, obviously waiting for an answer as to why the two would be specifically listening to rap. "Every Thanksgiving while this all goes on—the socializing—you can always find them listening to some really loud, explicit rap. They say it instills rebellion." She nodded again. "So they fill themselves up with the explicitness and come out here and smile as they talk and sway to the jazz music and sing along to every Michael Buble song that comes on."

"Right...instills rebellion."

"That's your girlfriend."

Jace crossed his arms. "Well, that's your boyfriend and sister."

Isabelle narrowed her eyes. "Good. Point."

He reached for an appetizer and popped it in his mouth. "Get us when it's dinner. I'm in of need some gritty rap-instilled rebellion as well."

Jace walked into the hallway, towards Isabelle and Alec's rooms, and, just as Isabelle said, there was loud, vulgar rap music playing through the door. Jace could distinctly hear the words shake that ass girl before he opened the door.

Immediately, Clary and Simon held their arms out and yelled, "Yes!"

"Come join us." Clary waved him over.

"We're instilling rebellion!" Simon yelled over the music, and Jace gave a laugh as he shut the door behind him.

Soon enough, Isabelle came in saying that she was done, so done. Alec and Jon followed in after complaining that their minds had reduced to mush from all the small talk, and they all found a spot to lie down on Isabelle's bed—even if it meant using each other's legs to be comfortable.

When there was a knock on the door, they all touched their noses to be "not it," and Clary cursed when she was the last one to do it. She rolled off the bed, right over Simon, and slipped her heels on as Isabelle lowered the music. Clary closed her eyes for a moment and then put a huge smile on her face as she opened the door. It fell immediately.

"Hi," Camille greeted, putting a hand up awkwardly.

Clary gulped and whispered, "Hi."

Camille leaned so that she could see into the room. "Hi, everybody." She was met with a messy mix of greetings, and she inclined her head when she made eye contact with Jon. He politely did the same. "I really like that you guys still keep up with the vulgar rap tradition." She was met with smiles and awkward giggles. She looked at Clary.

"I, um, wanted to talk to—"

"I don't think you guys—"

"I wanted to talk to you, actually," Camille interrupted, her voice get softer by the end of her sentence.

Clary turned around, making eye contact with her brother, who shrugged a little, not knowing what she and Camille had to talk about, and then gave her a nod.

"Oh," Clary responded. "Okay. Yeah."

And, with that, she pulled the door closed. The hallway never felt so small to her.

"Um," Clary started, and shifted in the silence of the dimly lit hallway. "If you were going to ask for permission to talk to Jon, I actually can't stop you, so, I mean, if you really want to, you can. I just don't know if he's in the best state of mind to, but—"

"Actually, Clary, I really just wanted to talk to you," she whispered. She looked down for a moment. "Ever since I got sent away, I've been keeping track of the band in any way I could, and I saw when you guys got added to play with Jace on tour." Clary could see the glee in her eyes. "I was so happy. Unbelievably happy. I knew you guys would absolutely make it after that, and...I don't know. I just needed to tell you that."

Clary smiled a little. "Thanks, Camille." And, just like that, Clary remembered that at some point, Camille was her friend. She was a staple to their group, just as Dylan and Derek were at the time, and she felt a pang of nostalgia to see how Camille looked differently, but still felt familiar.

Camille looked down, and that feeling fell away immediately. "I actually heard what happened." She looked up. "In Phoenix?" Clary gulped as she looked at her shoes now. "Is he...is he okay?"

She looked up after a moment. "He's better. Who knows if he's okay emotionally, but he's been alright."

"I'm so sorry." Clary wasn't sure how to respond, so she didn't at all. "Is he still..."

Clary shook her head. "Unless he stuffed packets of it up his bum before we got home, I don't think so. And I'm pretty sure Alec is tracking his phone, so he would know, at least. But no, he's been okay. He's stayed at home the past couple days. He's been relatively happy." Clary paused. "He's talking to someone." Camille smiled a little, and Clary knew it was genuine. "She helps him."

Camille grinned now as she looked down, hugging herself from her crossed arms. "Good. Good. I'm happy he's alright." Silence passed between them for a moment. "I actually flew home for Thanksgiving because I knew you guys would be here, and I just needed to know if he was alright. If you all were."

Clary tilted her head a little. "Surviving. Like we always do."

Camille looked at her. "You always did."

Clary caught the sadness flash on her face. "Are you okay?" Camille looked up. "I mean, I know you're doing really well in your career—which is amazing, by the way; I'm happy for you—but I know it can be a little challenging to…" Clary shook her head. "I don't know what I'm saying. But...are you?"

Camille smiled sadly. "Some days. I wish it could be all days, to be honest."

Clary nodded and looked down. She whispered, "You could be okay, you know. Like him. You could be better like him."

"He was always infinitely stronger than me."

"I don't believe that," Clary said immediately. "I don't."

Camille bit her bottom lip as she stared at the floor. "I'll be keeping that in mind, you know. That you believe I could." Clary nodded. "I'm also really happy for you and Jace, by the way." Camille laughed lightly when Clary couldn't help but smile. "I think it's amazing of you both to show the world that fairytales exist."

"If fairytales are a little tragic and have eleven-year-gaps, then they definitely do."

"Oh, tragedy and time gaps are definitely part of fairytales." Clary let out a laugh, and Camille gave a nod. "Thank you for giving me some time. I really am happy for you all. You deserve it."

"You deserve your success, too."

Camille smiled so wide her eyes disappeared. "Thank you." She turned around, and Clary reached for the door, but stopped when Camille called out her name. Clary looked over at her. "I think I saw Dylan walk in with his parents a couple minutes ago. Just as a warning. Since Jace is here and, you know, Dylan is—"

"Oh. No, it's alright. They're, um, friends."

Camille's eyebrows went up in surprise, and she shook her head. "Of course they are. Clarissa Morgenstern." With that, she turned on her heels and walked away while Clary watched her leave.

She looked at her door and furrowed her brows. "What does that even mean?" She copied the way Camille said her name as she opened the door and walked in.

A/N: I hope you guys liked the chapter! One of my favorite inner dialogue speeches from Clary is in here, and I really hope you guys liked it.

I mentioned the 8tracks idea in a previous chapter and I wanted to share that I made the playlist for DLF! I also made one for As Lovers Go, Words/Brooklyn Carter, and one for The Winter and A Sweater is in the making :) I have a link in my profile but I don't think it's working at the moment. If you go to the 8tracks website, you can just look up my username, which is mariegarbagio and they'll be there. Let me know if you guys listen! There or here, I'd like to know how you guys like the playlists.

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