Okay sorry for not updating (man I've been saying that a lot lately). I promised that I wouldn't update this story till I updated my other story, but since I'm stuck on that one, I thought that maybe I should start working on this one again. I'm also starting a different story. It's a crossover between Gallagher Girls, and Percy Jackson. But that won't be up till I'm done with one of my two stories. It's going to be a lot like this story, so if you like this one, and you've read Gallagher Girls, then check it out!

Okay here's the chapter!

(3rd person pov.)

It had been a month now, and the water tank idea had been working great. Percy and Clary had taken out half the army in less than two weeks. The monsters and demons had quaked in fear at the mere sight of the large masses of water.

Slowly the demigods and shadowhunters started getting back their hope. And slowly they started to understand each other. Young shadowhunters would often come to the camp and train with the Demigods. But it was kind of hard to work outside when Thalia kept creating rainstorms to fill up the tanks. It was muddy outside, and you were guaranteed to slip at least three times a day. If not more. But other than the suckish weather and piles of muddy clothing that was starting to pile up, everyone seemed to have good thoughts about this war.

Everyone except Jace that is.

He didn't seem to agree with the adults who sat around the fire at night, talking about how they were certain to win. He thought it was a possibility, but not for sure. He knew there was still work to do. sure, they had taken down a great number of the demons/monsters, but there was still Valentine to worry about. He was a slippery guy. He'd have a backup plan if the war failed to get away. Jace had grown up with him. he knew him better than anyone. Valentine knew when he was failing to win. Maybe this was all a part of his plan. Get everyone's hopes up, wait for them to get sloppy, then spring another couple of hundred beasts on them while their backs were turned. He had mentioned this to Alec, and while he seemed to agree, he was a bit busy hanging out with Magnus to care.

Jace was getting restless. His nights were filled with dreams that Aphrodite just loved to barge into. Every night she would urge him to talk to Clary about his love for her. But he, personally, didn't think this was the time to jump on the love boat and whisk her away to Incest Island. This was war, and the both of them needed to be focused on their fighting. She was one of their greatest advantages, and she needed to be on her top game. And so did him.

When he wasn't sleeping, he was training, coming up with new battle strategies with the Athena campers, or fighting in the war. He had gotten to know Annabeth very well over the last month. She didn't take his crap, and she was strong and wise. He found himself enjoying his time with her. He now considered her to be a close friend of his, something he wasn't used to doing.

Needless to say, he was tired. He hadn't been able to completely shut down in over a month. And it was starting to take a toll on him.

"Hey, Jace," Annabeth said one morning. "I told everyone about that one move you came up with. I hope you're fine with that."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Although I could have done it."

Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest. "You seemed tired, so I thought I should. Have you been sleeping?"

He nodded. "Yes. But even my dreams are tiring. Is it even possible to be worn out by dreams?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Beats me. I might be wise, but I'm sure as Hades no dream expert." She paused, studying him. "Something's bothering you though."

He smirked at her. "Very observant. What's that Percy calls you? Wise girl?"

"Yeah, now— " Annabeth cleared her throat. "Tell me what's up."

"It's probably something you don't want to hear," he said, pulling out his knife and beginning to sharpen it.

Annabeth nodded. "Maybe not, but that doesn't mean I don't need to hear it. Sometimes we need someone to tell us things that might upset us so that we can see things the right way."

"Wise words, oh blond one," Jace laughed. Annabeth hit him, demanding that he tell her. "Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a twist. I'm just think that maybe we should stop being so lazy. We're getting closer and closer to winning, and I'm afraid we might get sloppy. Even the smallest of slips can be the cause of our downfall. I think now that we're so close, we should strike at the heart of it all."

"What do you mean? You want to attack Valentine head on?"

Jace nodded. "That's exactly what I think we should do. Take him down, and we're in the clear."

"Jace…"

"You don't believe me?"

"No, I do. I've been thinking that myself. You're right. Take the heart, and the rest of the body can't function. We're definitely going to win."

"So we should start making plans?"

"Let me finish Jace. Valentine is a smart guy. A genius even. So he'll be expecting that of us. He'll know we'll go for him at this point. He'll be ready for us."

"He'll be expecting an army after him," Jace said. "What he won't expect is a one man army."

"What are you saying Jace," Annabeth asked, panicky. "Are you suggesting that you go after Valentine alone?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Jace nodded.

"Okay, let me take this opportunity to say you're crazy!"

"It's not crazy, Annabeth, it's smart."

"When you show up there, he'll just call all his not-so-little minions to come and demolish you."

"No, Annabeth, he won't. I know Valentine. I grew up with him. I know how he works. He's an ass, but he's an honorable ass. If a person came alone to fight him, he'd fight him alone. He'd make it a fair fight."

Annabeth shook her head. "I'm not letting you do this. If what you say is true, then he'll know all your moves. He probably has a few tricks up his sleeve. He'll kill you."

"No he won't. he'll try and get me to join him first."

Annabeth shook her head again. "I'm not letting you hurt Clary like that."

Jace's mood soured. "My sister will just have to live with it."

"I know Jace."

"Good, so you understand."

"No, Jace. I know. I know that you two have feelings for each other, and that you don't want anyone to know, and I know that you kissed her that night of the dance. You hated Percy so much because you thought that he and Clary had feelings for one another."

Jace stumbled back, as though the news that she knew had physically pushed him. "How!"

"don't worry, no one else knows."

"And you have yet to call me a freak." Jace shook his head. He should have known he couldn't keep this away from everyone. "How'd you find out?"

"You can't keep everything a secret from everyone all the time Jace. As Abraham Lincoln said, "You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.""

Jace shook his head. "Okay, don't know who that is. Why are you so calm about this?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Zeus and Hera are brother and sister. They're married. The gods are all technically related. I don't find it that odd."

"Wait, Zeus and Hera are siblings?"

"Yes. You need to start learning about Greek mythology."

"look, it doesn't matter. I have to go after Valentine. Whether Clary likes it or not."

"Then you tell her. 'Cause I'm not."

With that, Annabeth walked away.

Clary was walking to her tent with a basket of clean cloths. Today was the first day in a week that Thalia had stopped the rain, and pulled out the sun to dry the ground. Everyone was walking around, and enjoying the day, even with the ongoing war.

Stepping to the side to avoid bumping into two Athena campers, she somehow bumped into someone else. Falling to the ground, she lost hold of her basket, all the freshly cleaned cloths falling into the mud.

"Come on!" she yelled, angrily grabbing at the cloths, forcefully into shoving into the basket.

"I'm so sorry," the boy who she ran into said. Honestly she didn't think he'd be there.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I ran into you," she sighed. The boy kneeled down to help her pick up her cloths. "You don't have to help me," she said, looking up at him, and pausing for a moment when she did.

He was good looking, she'd give him that. Not as good looking as Jace, but still.

"I'd feel bad if I don't." he smirked as he held up one of her bras that had dancing monkeys on it. "Nice," he laughed.

Laughing, she grabbed them. "Hey! Don't let the whole world see those! They're my favorite."

"They are a very nice piece of clothing."

Putting the rest of the cloths in the basket, they stood up. Clary put her hand out, and said, "I'm Clary by the way."

"the Clary? the Shadowhunter-demigod?"

"That's me," she blushed.

"Cool. I'm a shadowhunter. Nothing special about me."

"What's your name?"

"Sebastian. Sebastian Verlac."

Oh! Who saw that coming?