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Celine, Stephen and Maryse sat around the table in the library, Robert, who had just gotten back to the institute after a meeting with the clave, paced back and forth in front of the flaming fire. No one said anything, they were all lost in thoughts.

"What are we going to do?" Robert finally asked the three others sitting around the table.

There was no answer.

Robert stopped pacing and spun around to look at them. Celine sat with tears in her eyes; she looked bewildered and distracted, while Stephen was looking at the fire behind Robert, his eyes unfocused and blank.

Robert's wife Maryse looked right at him, she had a stern expression and her mouth was open, as if she was ready to talk, but nothing came out.

They stared at each other for what felt like a minute before Robert repeated, "What are we going to do?" His voice was calmer, and he directed the question towards Maryse this time.

"I don't know yet, but we have to somehow tell Jocelyn." Maryse said, her voice trembling a bit.

"We need to tell her and Luke that her daughter has been alive for the past fifteen years, she has been alive without her knowing about it. We have to tell her that, but, but.." Maryse trailed off and glanced around at the others. "How the hell did she survive fifteen years alone?" She suddenly asked and pushed a hand through her dark hair.

"Good question, I don't know. We have to ask her about that when she is awake and recovered. Right now we have to focus on how to tell Jocelyn." Robert replied.

"How to tell me what?" The cheerful voice of Jocelyn rang inside the library.

The four shadowhunters all gasped at the same time, leaving both Jocelyn and Luke mildly amused.

"I'm sorry; we didn't mean to scare you. We just wanted to know if you had gotten anything out of that girl yet." Luke smiled, his voice was calm and nice as always.

"Yeah, you know, when I saw her earlier she looked really beaten up. I mean, I know what she did, but it makes you wonder what kind of life she lived? And for Jonathan and the other teens to do that to her, I was so furious with him. God. How is she? Did you get her to talk?" Jocelyn asked eager to know any new information.

"N-no." Stephen stuttered. "Ehm.. No we haven't. S-she's still unconscious." Stephen told them, he met the eyes of his parabatai, seeking all the help he could get.

"Stephen? What's the matter? You all look really freaked out?" Jocelyn explained and walked a few steps closer to her friends.

"It's nothing." Maryse exclaimed, leaving Jocelyn with a bemused expression on her face.

"No, we're just tired. Just really tired, it's been a long day." Stephen replied and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"Okay." She said, watching the reactions of her friends as she moved towards one of the chairs around the table.

"So… You haven't gotten anything out of her? Nothing at all?" Luke asked as he sat down next to Celine facing Stephen.

"No, as I said, she has been unconscious since she came inside the walls of the institute. And we haven't questioned her yet." Stephen's voice was shaky and he avoided his werewolf friend's eyes as he spoke.

"Well, maybe we should check on her and see if she is awake, it would really be a benefit us if we got to speak with her before the Clave take over." Luke said.

"NO!" Stephen replied, the only thing keeping him from jumping out of his chair was the strong arm of Robert holding him down under the table. "I mean, no, let her rest.. She's got multiple injuries which need to heal."

Long minutes of silence followed Stephen's words; Jocelyn looked around at her friends. They all seemed distressed and uneasy. She grew more and more impatient with every minute that went by in silence.

"Okay. I am sorry, but something is clearly bothering all of you, and I don't feel like you should keep us in the dark about whatever this is, so can someone please just spill the secrets and get this over?" She asked, not even trying to hide the irritation in her own voice.

"It's.." Celine began, avoiding the annoyed gaze of her parabatai and best friend. "It's Clary." She whispered. She couldn't keep Jocelyn in the dark any longer, the guilt was eating her from the inside and she had to use all her strength to keep the burning pain behind her eyes from turning into tears.

"It's Clary." She repeated.

Jocelyn looked around the room, her irritated eyes had softened and she felt a cold sensation spread through her body.

"Clary who?" She asked, Clary wasn't a common name, at least not in the Shadowhunter world, but it had to be a coincidence, it couldn't be her Clary.

Jocelyn could see the blank eyes staring at her, Celine bit her lip before she opened her mouth to speak up again, "It's your Clary, Jocelyn. Clarissa." She spoke, her voice sounded faint like a whisper.

Jocelyn shook her head, "No, that's not possible, not at all, Clary died, you told me she died!" the redhead's voice grew panicked and they could all see the shaking hands brushing though her hair.

"You told me she died!" She looked right at Maryse while speaking. It had been Maryse who had told her that her daughter had died fifteen years ago, burned down with her house. It couldn't be Clary. Clary had red hair, not black. Of course she could have changed it, but Jocelyn always imagined the teenage version of her daughter to be a copy of herself.

Jocelyn let out a soft sob, her eyes burned and tears had begun staining her cheeks, leaving red flustered marks on her skin as she rubbed away the stinging tears.

xxxx

Jocelyn sat silently in a chair; she felt Luke's warm hand carefully caressing her arm, but she was unable to return any kind of emotions.

A full cup of tea burned hot inside of her hands, she hadn't been able to drink or eat the past hours. The shock and fear that had built up in her body was slowly taking control over her.

"It's okay." Luke said his voice sounded almost like a faint whisper in her ears.

"No, no it's not okay!" Jocelyn turned around to face her husband. Her eyes were blank, but no tears had fallen from the green orbs.

"It's not okay. My daughter has been alive for the last fifteen years and I have had no idea! I haven't even looked for her." Jocelyn's voice was shaky and she pressed her fingers harder against the warm teacup.

"I never even looked for her." Jocelyn whispered before standing up and pushing the table away from herself and her husband. It made a bigger separation between the chairs they sat in and the table, and Jocelyn was able to get away from the painful silence in the room.

The three other people around the table stood up after the red haired woman. Following her moves carefully.

"Jocelyn, it is okay. No one knew Clarissa had survived the fire. I still don't understand how she did, but please don't torture yourself because of this." Celine told the distressed woman.

"I can't.. I haven't even talked to her. I need to talk to my daughter." She said and started walking towards the doors.

"Jocelyn" Luke said calmly, making her turn back around. This time her cheeks were stained with crystalline tears. Luke knew how much his wife hated crying in the presence of others, he got up and walked toward her.

"Clary is with a Silent Brother, he is healing her injuries. But Jocelyn, if you want to see Clary no one is stopping you." He told her with a sedate voice before putting an arm around her waist and following the crying Jocelyn out of the room.

xxxx

"What are you trying to tell me Maggie?" The dark voice of Valentine Morgenstern rang in the dark chamber.

"Where is she?" his voice asked, a murderous sound followed the words.

"I don't know. She never said." Answered Magdalena with a trembling voice.

Whenever her leader became as angry as he was at this moment his eyes would turn almost completely back, and as much as she hated to admit it, it scared her.

"I promise you, Mr. Morgenstern that I will try to contact her again, but at the moment she is not reachable."

In the same instant as the words left her mouth, she understood it was not the right thing to tell him. His eyes darkened even more, and with a deep inhale his eyes locked with hers.

"No." He replied.

"I'm sorry master, but what do you mean?" She asked bewildered.

"I said no. You will not contact her, I don't know how you failed to keep my daughter safe, but you will not contact her. Give me the ring." He said walking towards the ageless woman.

She swallowed, she could feel tears press on the back of her eyeballs, but she would not allow herself to cry in front of the man with the murderous glare fastened on her.

Magdalena lifted her hand and pulled the thin ring off her finger. The absence of the ring left a cold sensation in her body, she loved that ring. It was the one thing that connected her to Clarissa. And also in one way it connected her to Valentine.

She watched as Valentine took the ring from her and held it in his palm. Usually when he possessed items of great power he spread warmth through the room and one could feel the raw power the man alone possessed.

That was not what happened this time.

As the ring transformed, turning bigger to fit his finger, the room filled with the same cold hatred that shone in the man's eyes. He looked at Magdalena, and with one swift movement she understood it was time to leave her leader alone.

xxxx

Clary sat up in a bed. The colour white reflected everywhere in the room and Clary groaned, she was probably in an institute infirmary. Her breathing was normal, and there were no longer a stabbing pain in her whole body when she moved.

She pulled the covers away from herself and saw she was still dressed in her bloody clothes, but a stack of clean clothes lay on the end of the bed. They weren't Clary's typical style, a pair of slim dark jeans and a champagne pink sweater, too large for Clary's short body. She rolled her eyes at the stupid attempt to pretend like she was a guest.

Clary placed her feet on the floor and stood up. It felt weird, she hadn't stood in a long time, and her broken leg was now supporting her like it had never even had a scratch.

Stripping out of her bloody, ripped clothes, she saw her body was perfectly healed. No marks, no scars, except the faint, white rune scars she always had marked into her skin.

As soon as she had gotten into the pair of jeans and forced the ugly sweater over her head, a door opened and she spun around.

A woman came inside with a raggedy man supporting her as they walked inside the infirmary. Even though she seem perfectly fine to Clary, the man held the woman tightly around the waist a pained expression swept over both their faces as they met Clary's hate-filled green eyes.

Clary had figured out she would meet the woman sooner or later, but she had really hoped it would be the latter.

The two adults had stopped. They both just stared at her.

Clary tuned around and began fastening her shoes, they were scratched and the fall had left them with grey dust covering the tips. But she saw that they were still useful.

"Clarissa." Jocelyn's voice called out from behind her.

Clary didn't turn around, but the hair on Clary's neck raised as the voice reached her. She closed her eyes to keep her emotions in check.

The hatred she felt inside her burned under her skin, if she turned around her instincts would definitely take over and she would attack the woman before her mind could work out a sane way to deal with the situation.

"Clary, I can't.." The woman started, but in that moment a thin silver blade came flying in her direction and she was pulled away by the man standing by her side. Both Jocelyn and the man smashed into a cabinet containing herbs and small vials of medicine. Jocelyn looked at Clary in shook and she pressed her lips together. Clary couldn't see her clearly any longer because of dark spots covering her vision. She could feel her blood boiling under her skin and she backed up against the wall.

The blade had come from Clary's shoe, she knew they would've taken everything they considered weapons when they captured her. But no one would have considered checking her footwear for any sharp objects. Clary smirked, but felt the terror inside her build up. She had used her only weapon against the two Shadowhunters and was now left unarmed.

xxxx

"Clary, if you could please just listen.."

She didn't finish this sentence either; her daughter's terrified eyes stopped her words from leaving her lips. Jocelyn had still not looked clearly at her sixteen year old daughter. The flaming red hair covering her shoulders was wavy and she had pale skin, just like Jocelyn. She wasn't tall either.

But what caught Jocelyn's attention were the burning eyes she stared right into. They were bright green. They held a hard, cruel expression, but somehow they were still exactly the same as Jocelyn's own eyes.

Jocelyn took a few steps forward, leaving Luke standing behind her. As his hand glided out her hers, she pressed his hand reassuringly.

Jocelyn walked all the way over to Clary, the only thing separating them was the white infirmary bed.

The green eyes didn't leave each other the whole time, both women stared into the other's emerald orbs. Clary's eyes were filled with a burning hatred, one that Jocelyn had not experienced in a long time.

Jocelyn felt another wave of hot tears press against her eyes, but she did not allow them to pass though. As Jocelyn watched Clary she saw the girl press her hands hard around her metal bars on the side of the bed. The girl inhaled a deep breath and kept a firm grip around the bed's sides.

"Clary.. I can't believe it's really you." Jocelyn said.

She waited for a reaction, but her daughter just stared back at her with abhor shining in her green eyes.

Jocelyn didn't understand the girl's hatred, she tried to smile, but the expression looked tired and sad.

"Oh Clary." She let out a depressed sob and raised her hand to touch her daughter's pink cheek.

Something flickered in Clary's expression and Jocelyn saw the bed smashing into her own body. The pain in Jocelyn's stomach erupted as she fell backwards and the bed came crashing over her.

She saw Clary move quickly out of the way, her whole body expressing her despise for the woman. Clary narrowed her eyes at Jocelyn in anger. She saw her daughter rush towards the doors of the infirmary, and she tried to ignore the pain in her stomach and legs. "Clary! No!" She yelled, but the girl had already ran though the large doors of the infirmary.

Luke had yelled Jocelyn's name and was by her side as soon as he saw what happened.

"Jocelyn are you okay?" He asked her as he tried to push the fallen bed away from his wife's body. His voice was filled with the concern he felt for her as she was pressed against the cold floor of the infirmary.

"Yes." Jocelyn pressed out through her lips and tried helping him getting the heavy bed off. When they managed getting the bed off Jocelyn, she ran after her daughter. The stabbing pain in her stomach forced a low groan from her lips.

"Clary!" Jocelyn ran across the room, but there was no sign of the young teenage girl.

So there you have it. Sorry about leaving you with the minor cliffhanger, I'll try to update soon!

Also, if there's a lot of mistakes in my writing, I'll go over this chapter and change the mistakes I find. It was a really difficult chapter to write, and my computer wouldn't co-operate.