Filler, kind of. One more chapter after this? Probably.

To the guest called IDK: Nope! This isn't the end. There will be a sequel called Fatally Mine, and I think one more chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments.

-Isabelle Lightwood-

"Max!" Alec gasps, as we walk into the hotel room. Our little brother is sprawled out on a queen sized bed, with his glasses resting awkwardly on his sleeping face. He's never been good at remembering to take them off. He's ruined countless pairs of glasses this way.

There's a dark purple bruise on his forehead, and I shoot a sharp look at Sebastian. "What did you do to his head?"

Sebastian shrugs. "They weren't cooperating. I had to knock them out, or they'd blow my cover. It's hard to sneak out two screaming boys."

"Aidan!" Aspen gasps, at the same level that Alec used before. The boy we saw in the Dining Hall is sleeping beside him. Maia sits up on the other bed, with sleepy eyes. She really needs to brush her hair.

"You made it out!" She exclaims, in disbelief. "What took you so long?"

"We got held up." Magnus shrugs. "But this magnificent bastard fixed it, so don't worry." He bumps shoulders with Sebastian. It's strange to think that they're comfortable with each other. They almost seem like friends, when I see them like this. It's too eccentric, and I look away.

The others file into the room, and Max stirs when the door slams shut. "You're here!" He says, too loudly, as he gets out of bed, running into my outstretched arms. He woke Aidan up, who groans and walks silently over to Aspen.

"Hey, Max." Alec says, ruffling our little brothers hair. "We've missed you." Max is still very short for his age, and he's really thin. I doubt that Valentine took very good care of him. Anger rises up inside of me, but I bite it down.

A goofy smile spreads across Max's awkward face. "I missed you guys, too."

Magnus looks around the room and gets straight to the point. "Where are we all going to sleep?"

Sebastian glances around. "I rented 4 rooms for the night. We'll go to the police tomorrow. Alec, Magnus, Jordan and Maia can sleep in here."

"I'm not sharing a bed with him." Maia spits.

Sebastian frowns. "You can sleep in my room, if you'd like." He offers. "There are two beds." He clarifies, upon seeing her hesitation. She just nods in agreement. Jordan must have done something really bad if she would rather share a room with Sebastian than spend one more night with the guys she's been with for the last year and a half.

Sebastian motions for us to follow him. Alec, Magnus and Jordan stay in their room. "The four of you can sleep in here." He sends Clary, Jace, Jon and Aspen into the room across the hall. Aspen looks reluctant to leave her brother. "He'll be in the next room over." He assures her.

She sighs and kisses Aidan's forehead. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?" Aidan nods his head and watches her as she follows Jon into the room.

-Sebastian Verlac-

I send Isabelle, Simon and the two boys into their room. Maia shifts awkwardly on her feet, in the room we'll be sharing tonight. "Stop worrying." I say, firmly. "I'm not going to try anything. You aren't even my type."

"Charming." She mutters under her breath. "Right, you only like girls you're related to. Or is it that you only like redheads?" My fists clench. She's mocking me, and I realize that I've wounded her pride.

"Don't say that." I growl. "You don't understand."

She sits at the foot of the bed, closest to the door. "I understand perfectly."

"No, you don't." I kick off my shoes, and crawl into my bed, still in my jeans. I would have removed them, had Maia not been in here. "Will you ever forgive Jordan?" I didn't mean to ask her this, but somehow I couldn't stop the question from tumbling out of my mouth. If there's hope for him, maybe there's hope for me.

Maia slips into her own bed before answering. "Maybe. If he's really changed."

I smile. I have changed.

-Max Lightwood- ( :D :D :D )

Free. This is the only word that I'm able to think. Free. Free. Free. The greatest word there is. A word I never thought would have any meaning to me, ever again, but now it does and it's magical. Isabelle, Simon, Aidan and I settle into bed. I've spent the last two years sleeping on a concrete floor, and this is really freaking nice.

I don't know how to return to a life where I'm just a 14 year old boy. I've seen too much, and I'm not sure that I'll ever be normal after this. Ethan was my best friend. He'd been in that basement with me since we were 12, and when Valentine took Aidan, he killed Ethan. The man said that they didn't need three servers, and Ethan didn't matter to any of his children. Ethan mattered to me though. I want him back.

Aidan is, for lack of better words, an asshole. I know it's selfish, but I wish Ethan was alive, and not Aidan. I wish my best friend was with me, instead. It's a terrible thing to wish for, but love is selfish and I'm not apologizing.

"I'm so glad you're really okay." My sister says.

I missed her the most. "I'm glad you're okay. We were sure Valentine would catch you."

"He did." Says Simon. I don't really know Simon, but he seems to make Isabelle happy. Plus, they're having a baby, which is gross. I'm excited to be an uncle though.

"He did?!" Aidan sputters.

Izzy nods. "Sebastian beat him up."

"Sebastian is the creepy one?" Aidan asks. We nod. "Well, shit. Clary must be fucking great in bed, if he'd beat the shit out of his own father for her." I've learned to ignore Aidan, but Isabelle and Simon both look at him disapprovingly.

"Don't talk about her like that." Simon says firmly.

To my surprise, Aidan backs down. "Sorry." He says.

Isabelle shakes her head. "Goodnight."

-Magnus Bane-

Awkward. That's the best way to describe our sleeping arrangements for the night. Jordan is the only one I've never gotten to know, and the guy is weird. I'm pretty sure he's uncomfortable with sharing the room with Alec and I. He's awkward out the wazoo.

He really needs to calm the bone. It's not like we're going to start having hot, passionate sex with him in the room. I can't make any promises if he leaves the room, however... I'm going to miss our porch swing. We should've brought it with. Why did I not think of this sooner?

Just to make Jordan uncomfortable, I kiss Alec full on the mouth and pull him into my arms, before reaching over to turn off the light. "Goodnight Jordan." I say sweetly. Heh.

-Jace Wayland-

Okay, Jonathan knows I've been sharing a bed with Clary for months, but it's never been with him in the room. I'm concerned for my safety. He might set me on fire in my sleep.

He glares at me as we all get into bed. "Why are we waiting to go to the police until tomorrow?" Aspen asks, as she settles into the pillow next to Jonathan.

"Sebastian probably just wants one last night of freedom. It's not too much to ask, after what he did for us." I'm surprised to hear Clary say this. She has got more reasons to hate him than anyone else here, and she is the one defending him. I don't like it, but I don't say anything about it.

"It's been a long day." She says, flicking off the light. "Goodnight."

There's a chorus of "Goodnight's" but I highly doubt any of us get much sleep. There's talking through the walls, and everyone tosses nonstop. I think I hear Jordan yelling through the thin wall, but I can't be sure what he said. He doesn't sound happy. I blame Magnus.

Okay, so I didn't update yesterday because I wrote a one shot... It's about Jon and Sebby getting down, so if you're into awkward gay smut... Check it out, if you haven't already. If you're not into it, I would suggest stay away from it... It's called "Fatally What?"

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