I do not own The Mortal Instruments or Shadowhunters. Just my plotlines and ideas.

Val is portrayed by KJ Apa

It was always the same dream about the white haired boy that scared Val the most. Small shivers of cold air came into his body and reached under his star wars cover sheets that laid over him, his face always cuddling more closely into the pillow as that nightmare continued within his own mind. It was a white haired child that Val tried to chase after within the shadows of the dream, only the child never stops running nor does it turn around to allow Val to see its face.

The white haired child ran through the field of flowers and left behind a path of darkness and decaying flowers that shattered into dark sparkles. But, no matter how hard Val pushed his legs to reach the boy's speed, the child never slowed down. Only this time, very much unlike all of the other dreams, the child stopped.

Val caught up and slowed down to a small halt. He reached a signal hand out toward the child's shoulder...the answer he'd been waiting for about the boy within his dreams was coming true. Only before his hand could reach the child, a shadow hand grabbed ahold of the red haired boy's outstretched hand, causing Val to turn toward the shadow figure.

"Not yet boy," the shadow spoke in a much older voice, Val couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman's voice because both voices blended together into one being. "You have to remember me first."

Val tried to break free of the grip, only for the shadows to start to grow darker across his hand. He gave a loud scream as the shadows continued to grow around him.

Until his brown eyes opened to the sound of Clary opening their bedroom window. The object always gave the loudest crack every time anyone chose to open it. That's where the creaky cauldron of a nickname came to their bedroom was given to Simon after the glasses wearing kid said they should cosplay as Harry, Hermione, and Ron back when they were younger. Simon was Harry. Clary was Hermione or Ginny. While Val was Ron or any of the male Weasley siblings. They even dubbed Jocelyn as Molly Weasley and Luke as Remus Lupin.

Val sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes against the sun with the back of his hand. Only to feel dust starting to hit the skin from his palm. Val pulled his hand away from his chin and looked down upon them and took notice of chalk outlining his hands in colors of a rainbow. He notices crayons lining the floors everywhere across the bedroom along with papers laying among them, hanging on walls, and covering both his bed and Clary's.

It was that strange rune symbol once again on every single piece of paper that chose to outline their room. Every signal empty space was covered by large sheets of paper with the rune covering the page in the center.

"What the hell?" Val exclaimed, eyes wide in horror.

Clary's green eyes had gone wide once she moved away from the widow and took notice of their room being a complete mess. "I don't remember doing this last night."

Val gave a small nod. "I don't remember doing this either." His brown eyes stayed upon his different color looking hands that looked like a real life rainbow of colors engraved upon his skin. It was going to take a few days to wash out of his skin fully, even looking down at his night clothes. Some of the blue and red marker stains were never coming out of his Star Wars bed sheets.

All he could remember from last night was coming home to their mother sleeping on the couch, who Val covered up before going to bed with Clary. Neither had talked much about what either one of them witnessed last night, both had trouble getting asleep and mostly just stared into the darkness of the room or out the window watching the moonlit sky. Val couldn't recall when his eyes had given out and fallen shut, which sent his mind down the rabbit hole of sleep.

But nothing within his memory screamed that he'd been drawing all night. The only evidence were on his hands and how his muscles seem to ache, slightly.

Suddenly a phone rang. Clary's phone was ringing and Val couldn't see it within the mess of colorful papers with rune symbols on it. Both siblings quickly looked around the room for the cell phone, letting the ring guide them. Clary quickly answered it, putting it on speaker.

"Is this Clarissa Fray?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar, though not immediately identifiable.

Clary twirled the phone charger cord nervously around her finger. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm one of the knife-carrying hooligans you and your brother met last night in Pandemonium? I'm afraid I made a bad impression and was hoping you'd give me a chance to make it up to-"

"Simon," Val shouts into the phone line, making Clary hold the phone even more away from her ear as Simon let out a loud chuckle on the other end. "That is not funny. We're in the middle of a teenage crisis." First the night club and now this crazy symbol that was drawn on pieces of paper all over their room.

"Teenage crisis?" the male wandered over the phone line, slowly speaking it out loud. "Besides what you saw last night?"

"Simon," Val told the other male over the cell phone, brown eyes wandering around the room. The drawings were all over the bedroom which made the older red haired boy panic about how Clary and he can hide the mess from their mother. It was highly impossible. Unless the two took a giant black garbage bag from the kitchen and shoved every piece of paper into the bag without their mother noticing. "How quickly can you get over here?"

"I'm nearly half-way to your house, why?" Simon wondered on the other end of the phone line. "I need to drop off Clary's green sweatshirt and both your bags." The male was already halfway to their apartment which gave Val a little hope that Jocelyn wouldn't be able to stop either Clary or himself from leaving the moment she sees this giant mess of papers scattered everywhere.

"Good, come to the door, but leave the stuff in the car," Val orders.

"Why?" The caution within Simon's voice nearly made Val's heart want to burst from his chest. Simon was worried about Clary and Val's sanity.

"We have a small problem our mother can't know about."

They we're keeping secrets from Jocelyn. Val knew the moment those words were echoed across the phone line that Simon would turn into a nervous panic because Lewis was always worried for Clary's safety. So, whenever any sibling hides something, Simon always found a way to tell their mother because of his caring nature.

"Remember the symbol?" Clary asked over the phone, green eyes still traveling over the papers gathered around the room.

"Yeah," Simon answered in a small voice, nervous.

Val licked his lips, brown eyes scanning the room for a second. "It's everywhere around our bedroom."

"Everywhere? How?" Simon asked, panicking.

"Somehow Val and I drew the rune on pieces of paper last night," Clary explained, already grabbing a bunch of the papers that lined the walls, before stuffing them into Val's discarded jacket, which laid on the paper covered floor. "And neither of us remember doing it?"

"Oh dear lord..." Simon mumbled over the other end of the phone.

"Yeah," Val answers into the phone. "So help us find out what's going on."

"Maybe we should tell your mom?" Simon suggested, quietly over the phone.

"No!" Both of the siblings screeched over the phone.

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Thanks Simon," Val told the other male before hanging up the cell phone.

The two siblings raced around the bedroom. Val quickly grabbed new clothes and headed off to the bathroom to change and get ready for the day while Clary quickly grabbed papers and started trying to hide them in the closet or under the two beds. Val was careful to not get noticed by their mother, while slipping into the kitchen and toward the bathroom. Changing quickly before running back to the bedroom, switching spots with Clary as she went to get dressed while Val started to rip the pieces of paper around the room.

They couldn't get rid of the mess.

The thousand pieces of papers that riddled the whole room were too many.

The moment Clary arrived back. Val quickly grabbed his jacket full of the papers and headed out of the room with her. The two siblings were almost to the door when Jocelyn came and walked out of the kitchen.

"Morning, mom," Val greeted, smiling. Trying to act normal. Even when his heart beating very unsteady within his chest which felt like a hammer hitting his rib cage.

"You okay?" Jocelyn wondered, she stood off to the side looking worried. Val could already see the hurt behind his mother's green eyes. She was worried about both of them. Always have and always will be until the end of her days.

"Yeah, fine," Clary answered. Only nothing was fine or normal for Val or herself at the moment. Some kind of Rune symbol kept appearing in every drawing Clary did. Now Val was drawing that very same symbol. Oh yeah, let's not forget about what happened last night at the club where a group of three people took out light glowing swords that made people, who looked like monsters out of horror movies, disappear in glowing lights.

"You've both been sleeping all day," Jocelyn explained, sitting down on the arm of the couch, still holding onto a white rag from painting, her green eyes forever studying her two kids every movement. "And you didn't come home till late last night."

"Mom," Val spoke, looking toward the ground. "We know. It was traffic and we both lost track of time. I know I'm the oldest and I should be more responsible." He'd heard all this before. Oddly enough, their mother wasn't yelling at either of them or saying the siblings would be grounded for the last few days of summer vacation. She was oddly calm, which made Val wonder if she was fine.

"Okay," Jocelyn told the kids. She reached over and pulled out a box and handed it toward Clary. "Time for your birthday present for me. Even though it's a day late."

Val paled slightly. Their mother was going to give Clary the gift last night, but they were both late getting home after the scare from the nightclub.

"Thank you," Clary answered to their mother, slowly reaching out her hand to take the gift. The red haired teen opened up the package as Val looked inside and saw a purple stone. It laid neatly inside the box on a little white pillow with a silver chain attached to the stone.

"It's a family heirloom," Jocelyn explained.

Family heirloom? Val wondered, eyebrow lifting into the air. This was the first time in years their mother ever wanted to talk about family. The Fray family seemed to have no existence except for the three redheads in the apartment building and Luke. This was the first time, in recent memory, which Jocelyn ever brought up her family.

"It's beautiful," Clary answered, picking it up from the box. She handed the necklace in Val's direction and the male understood. He took the necklace as Clary pulled back her hair, Val slipped the necklace around the younger female's necklace. "It's a perfect fit."

It was silent for a long moment. Val's brown eyes locked on the purple necklace before slowly drifting toward his mother's green eyes. They were going to finally have a talk about their family. The talk he'd been waiting for a long time. It was the most welcoming thought within his mind since everything that had taken place over the past twenty-four hours.

Then the door burst open, ruining the moment.

"Jesus!" Jocelyn shouts, taking off guard only to realize it was Simon coming in through the door.

"No, just me," Simon started with a small grin toward the oldest redhead. "Although I've been told the resemblance is starling." He turned his attention toward Clary and Val, giving a small wave at the door. "You ready?"

Val just grimaced and looked down toward the ground. The information he'd been waiting for was within reach and now Simon showing up had to ruin the moment. But, then he remembered, the pieces of paper scattered all over Clary and his room. The rune symbol papers that were stuffed within his jacket pockets.

"Yeah, let's go Simon," Val finally spoke. He'd was going to regret it later for the rest his life. The one time when his mother was ready to talk, Clary and himself were drawing strange symbols and seeing monsters and people with glowing white blades.

"Where are you going?" Jocelyn wondered, looking at her children and Simon.

"Java Jones," Clary answered.

Jocelyn's green eyes looked downward toward the wooden floor titles and the white rug that laid over them. Her mind was deep within thoughts that we're conflicted. Val didn't know why, but had a feeling that everything within his mind about a family talk was supposed to happen. "Okay, just come home in a few hours. I need to talk to the both of you about a lot of things."

Val gave a small nod. "Okay, mom." Then he learned forwarded and hugged her. "Love you."

"Love you, too," the woman whispered to her son.

"Bye mom," Clary told her, grabbing onto Simon's arm, dragging him away from the door and down the stairs.

"Bye, Mrs. Fray!" Simon called back. "Have a nice evening!"

"Be careful."

Val looked at his mom. "We'll be fine, mom. Promise." That was all that was spoken between them as he turned and walked out the door. Leaving his mother behind and silently following after Simon and Clary.

"Jesus, woman, don't rip my arm off," Simon protested as Clary continued to haul him downstairs after her, her green sketchers slapping against the wooden stairs with every step. The red head glanced upward to notice her brother was following, and let go of Simon. "Thank you."

"Sorry," Clary muttered.

As they continued down the stairs the three teens paused at the downstairs on the last floor of the building, an elderly woman ran a psychic's shop out of her apartment. She hardly ever came out of it, though customer visits were infrequent. A gold plaque fixed to the door proclaimed her to be MADAME DOROTHEA, SEERESS AND PROPHETESS.

Val had once joked when he was a kid to Clary that Dorothea might try to sacrifice them before the two had red hair. The term; 'kissed by fire' always came to everyone's mind when they looked at anyone with red hair.

"Nice to see she's doing a booming business," Simon comments. "It's hard to get steady prophet work these days."

"Do you have to be sarcastic about everything?" Clary wondered to Simon, looking at him with an annoyed glare.

Simon just blinked his eyes, clearly taken back by the new information. "I thought you liked it when I was witty and ironic."

Val shook his head and continued on down the stairs with Clary and Simon talking back and forth. He rather not talk about anything until all three of the teens were sitting within Java Jones. A nice hot chocolate in his hands, and the rune symbol information being talked about among the three.

It took a while to find a table at Java Jones. Only the place wasn't even packed full of people like last night's poetry reading, but the lesser the people, the least likely anyone was going to listen to Simon, Clary and Val's conversation about the rune symbols of paper, everything that happened at the nightclub, and the monsters that a bunch of people turned into and disappeared.

"Look, suddenly Clary and I are drawing hundreds of these things," Val explained to Simon, slamming a bunch of papers down onto the wooden table from his pocket. "Neither of us have any idea what they are." His brown eyes looked up toward Simon's direction and took notice of how speechless the other boy had become by looking at the pieces of paper scattered across the table.

"I don't know," Clary breathed, shaking her head before looking at Simon. "I think we're going out of our minds." Then she turned her head toward the coffee stand, trying to focus on anything else rather than the current problem.

"You know, maybe you're both like the guy in close encounters. Everybody thought he was paranoid, and then there turned out to be, well," Simon began to explain everything as Val looked toward the window and froze at the sight. "UFO, reasonable, like..."

Outside the window stood the blonde haired male Jace and his friend Alec. Val quickly elbowed Clary, which caused his sister to turn and take notice of them.

How did they find us? Val wondered to himself. The red haired boy couldn't understand why Jace and Alec were even bothering with Clary and himself. The two siblings tried telling Simon everything last night and their best friend wouldn't believe a word they said about the people with swords.

Why would the two come looking for them? Unless they were going to kill both Clary and Val? The two did witness a crime. Silent the witnesses. That might be the reason why Jace and Alec were here at the moment.

"Oh, God, this isn't happening." Clary answered.

Simon turned around, looking at the window. Val already knew that Simon didn't see anyone there. Clary began to duck down and hide before Val looked away from the window. Maybe Jace and Alec would just go away, and not bother with Clary and Val again.

"What?" Simon wondered, confused and worried, which reflected off his eyes.

"This isn't happening," Clary breathed in a near panic.

Val let out a small breath. "Let's pretend we don't see them and maybe they'll go away."

Simon looked back at the window before looking back at Val. "Okay, now you're freaking me out."

When Clary peeked over Simon's shoulder once again, Val's own eyes followed and took notice that the two were gone.

Val let out a small breath, "Good they're gone."

Simon didn't pay much attention to his words because Clary was resting her head against Lewis's shoulder. The boy let out a small chuckle. "Clary, are you..." he stopped talking and briefly paused, not knowing what to say about the sudden change in the females' need to be close to him.

Val turned his head away from Clary and Simon, not wanting to watch the suddenly romantic gesture between his sister and best friend. Only once he turned his head, the blonde haired man, which belonged to Jace, was staring down at him and Clary near the coffee stand, glancing at them before walking outside.

"What are you looking at?" Simon wondered, confused.

"Wait here," Clary told Simon, following Jace outside of the shop and into the alley.

Val quickly stood up from his seat, following his sister. Alec hadn't been with Jace, which could mean this whole encounter was a trick to split the two up. Kill one first and the second witness moments afterwards. He might not have seen any blades on Jace but that didn't mean the guy didn't have any.

"Where are you guys going?" Simon shouts behind them, still sitting at the table.

Not now, Simon, Val thought, shoving the door opened and following Clary outside.

Jocelyn was always going to be a mother first and kept her secret past second within the very deepest parts of her mind and body. No matter what the red haired female did, no matter how questionable. Everything was to keep her daughter and son safe from a world of myths and legends. A world that Val had been born into, but Jocelyn left with her son before Clary was born and raised the two children to be normal.

No Shadow World or Clave rules.

That's why she locked the sight away from them. Asked an old friend for help in sealing every ability they could've gotten from her away. She once hoped Clary wouldn't have been born with the sight and would only have to worry about Val's, but fate had not been kind.

Both her kids had it.

Jocelyn let out a small breath after exiting her children's room and holding one of the pieces of paper that contained the rune. It was time for the truth.

A knock on the door sounded, it echoed across the apartment. Jocelyn knew it couldn't have been Clary, Val, and Simon because none of them would have to knock. Luke always announced himself when he knocked.

The female wandered over to the door, peeked out of the peephole. Her green eyes couldn't see a signal thing in the hallway. Only for the door to be slammed opened, pushed against her body and knocked off its hinges as the redhead seemingly fell onto the floor.

Then the sound of boots echoed across the wooden floor, Jocelyn looked up and saw an old member of the Circle. "Where's the Cup, Jocie?" he wondered, spit leaking out of his lips. He left his white glowing blade and slammed it down inched away from her face.

Jocelyn flinched, already knowing they wouldn't kill her. They needed the Cup. That was the only thing preventing them from killing her, unless she was correct about the fact...That he was alive this whole time and faked his own death. Then she'll have to be brought back alive.

Then another noise of footsteps is heard and a dog, she took one glance at the animal and knew it was Ravener.

Jocelyn was grabbed from her throat by one of the men. "How did you find me?" She wondered out loud to the male. She'd been hiding very well and no one but Luke has ever come knocking.

The Circle member learned forward, Jocelyn could smell his horrible breath that nearly made her want to gag, "You can thank your Son and Daughter for that."

"What?" she choked out, confused.

"They were at the warlocks club last night," he admits before throwing the red haired woman across the room, sending Jocelyn flying into the glass kitchen cabinets. The woman laid on the floor as glass rained down upon her body. The man turned toward his partner and the animal. "Go find the cup."

Jocelyn knew what club the man was talking about. No wonder why the warlock visited the woman this morning to buy a painting and talk about her children being their last night, plus seeing two Circle members, and a group of shadowhunters killing demons. Her hand gripped onto the handle of the knife as she shoved herself off the ground before making an attempt at slashing the Circle member.

The man grabbed her arm and twisted the knife out of the female's hands, Jocelyn landed on the stove and grabbed a pan, slamming it into the man's head. He stumbled away from the hit to the chin. He had a grab turned her again, which made Jocelyn slam the pan down into his privates, sending the man wailing in pain and falling toward the fridge. The red head quickly slammed the pan into his hand which made him cry out again, she opened the fridge door, with a signal motion of her foot slammed into his head before using the door as a weapon to knock him out.

His friend came around the corner and Jocelyn quickly slammed the pan into his face, causing the other member of the Circle to stumble backwards. The red haired woman quickly shut the door and used a chair on the doorknob to prevent him from coming after her again.

The one laying on the ground gave a small groan, lifting himself off the ground. Only for Jocelyn to slam a pan into his face one more time. Then the woman started to move, taking out her phone. Her children couldn't come back home.

They needed to stay away.

Clary didn't answer.

Next she tried Val. Only to hear the ringing from inside the house. Of course her son forgot his phone.

"Simon," she breathed, trying his number on the cell phone.

No answer again.

Jocelyn quickly moved toward the bathroom, sliding objects to blockade the door once it was closed. Then she sat down on the floor and took out a small wooden box labeled; J.C. It was the only choice left because the remaining and surviving members of the Circle would do anything for the Cup. Even torture it out of her.

This was the only way to prevent their plan from coming true.

Val burst through the doors after Clary, terrified that Jace would have vanished into the alleyway shadows like a ghost. But the blonde male stood in front of them while Alec remained slouched against a wall, looking at Jace with an annoyed look.

"Why are you guys following us?" Val quickly asked, eyeing the two males and waited for the glowing white blade to come out and strike him and his sister down, only nothing happened. Everything just remained silent within the back alley.

Jace turned and looked at Val. "Who said I was following you?" Only for his eyes to drift over in Clary's direction.

"Why?' Clary asked the blonde haired male. "Why are you following me?"

"I originally thought you had the sight," Jace explained to the red haired female, giving a small shake of his head at the girl before him. Val could remember the conversation Jace had brought up about the sight to Clary, it made his look at the blonde with a curious look. "But turns out you can also activate a Seraph blade. That's not something a normal person with sight can do. Mind explaining how you can do it, little girl?"

"Jace," Alec warned the blonde haired male, eyes locking onto his own. "I told you. I should've reported the incident to the Clave." He crossed his arms against his chest, leaning against the wall and watching everyone in the alleyway like a hawk waiting to pounce on a mouse at a moment's notice.

"Alec, relax," Jace told him. "You know the Clave wouldn't have wanted us to look into it." Which the two were doing right now. "You need to listen to Isabelle and learn that sometimes we have to break the rules. It's more fun. Besides, you came along because you were curious, too."

"I came along to make sure you didn't do anything stupid," Alec corrects, then he moved a signal gloved hand in Val, Clary and Jace's direction. "Like this, is stupid."

Jace just rolled his eyes, "Just relax, Alec. It's all going as planned."

"What plan would that be again?" Alec questioned, eyebrow in the air.

Alec and Jace seemed to be within their own little world. Val just kept on looking in-between the two boys. He didn't understand the words Clave or who Isabelle could actually be. He didn't take notice of the female in white leather anywhere and wondered if she was Isabelle. Only for the term Seraph blade to catch his attention because that seemed to be the name of the white glowing blade-that was the only thing Clary activated last time.

"My name is not little girl!" Clary finally shouts into the air, which makes both Alec and Jace stop talking to each other and turn in her direction. She gritted her teeth together. "It's Clary."

"Pretty name," Jace comments with a sly grin, eyes looking at the red haired female with interest. He seemed surprised that someone actually told him off. "Like the herb, clary sage. In the old days people thought eating the seeds would let you see the Fair Folk. Did you know that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Clary quickly stated, stepping back and away from Jace and more toward Val.

"What's your name?" Alec directed in Val's direction.

"Val." He answered, looking at the two.

Alec's eyes had gone hard, nearly stony. "For Valentine?"

"No. For Valdr," Val found himself saying, but his heart seemed to beat quickly within his chest. Why would Alec think that his name was short for Valentine? That seemed completely ridiculous. Why would Val be named after a human holiday? "I don't even know why my sister and I are even talking to the two of you? You're both killers, cold-blood killers from what you did at the club."

"As opposed to a peace-loving killer?" Jace questioned Val, looking the red haired boy in the eyes.

Peace-loving killer? Val didn't understand what the blonde male was going for. "I know what I saw in that club."

Jace pointed a finger in the siblings' direction. "You think you know."

It was then, in that very moment, Val's brown eyes locked onto the black Rune symbol on Jace's hand. It was the same Rune that Clary and himself had been drawing. Why did Jace have it tattooed on his wrist?

Clary quickly reached a hand toward Jace's arm, pulling it out to see. Then she reached into Val's jacket pocket for one of the pieces of paper with the Rune symbol on it. "Why am I drawing this? Why is my brother drawing this? You both clearly know what it means?"

Jace and Alec shared a quick glance, silently talking to one another it would seem with just their eyes and body language. Just like how Val remembered the two doing at the nightclub. Those two male's seemed to understand each other without saying much.

Jace quickly grabbed the piece of paper from Clary, he turned and passed the alleyway. "So I was right, neither of you are Mundane."

Alec just shook his head and rolled his eyes, "Great," he grumbled under his breath. Val could tell by Alec's expression that the male mostly likely disagreed with Jace on a theory about Clary and himself. It was the fact that Jace was now right, that seemed to make the boy bitter about something. Maybe it meant more problems coming at Val and Clary from both sides. "We need to report this to the Clave."

"What's the Clave?" Val asked.

"What's a Mundane?" Clary asked.

Jace turned back around and looked toward the red haired female. "Someone from the human world."

"If I'm not human, then what am I?" Clary wondered, green eyes on Jace. She waited for the answer. Silently wishing to know what Jace thought. Only the male didn't seem to hold the answers the female was asking for at the moment.

Then Clary's cell phone went off. Making strange noises.

Well, that's mostly likely mom. Val thought with a small grimace. Was anyone going to tell him about what the Clave was? Nope, guess not. Since everyone was now staring at Clary because of the noise ringing out from her pockets.

Jace held up the white piece of paper. "When did this start?" He wanted a date, time, and place. How long has it been going on? Those worlds echoed within the forefront of Val's own mind as he looked at Clary. "I'll take it neither of you know."

"What is it?" Val asked Jace. "What's the symbol mean?"

"It's called Enkeli, also known as the Angelic Power rune," Alec says, sounding annoyed that he's explaining any of this information to Val and Clary. "It means 'angel' in Finnish." But there seemed to be more information about the rune which Alec didn't have time or the care to explain.

"Then why am I drawing it?" Clary shouts, taking the paper back from Jace. "Answer me?"

"Calm down, little girl," Jace told the red haired female.

"My name is Clary!" she shouts.

Then Clary's phone went off again.

"You should answer that," Jace comments. "Could be your boyfriend."

Clary let out a small breath of annoyance at Jace's words about Simon. "He's not my boyfriend."

The phone kept on making the noise as Jace grit his teeth together. "Please. Answer it." Alec seemed surprised by the blonde hair males' choice of words. Val guessed it was very rare for the male to say the words; please, to anyone. "It's annoying."

Clary reached into her pocket, looking down at the caller ID before letting out a small huff of air, then answered, "Mom, I'm coming home." Then Clary's mouth fell open at whatever Jocelyn was saying only for her to give a loud shout of; "Mom!" Before taking off running down the alleyway and away from them.

"Clary, wait!" Val shouts running after his sister. He didn't even bother to glance back in the direction of Jace and Alec, just ran into the street after the young red haired female. He didn't even seem to care about the rune and the brief explanation behind it from Alec and Jace. Something was going on with his mom.

Jocelyn let out a small breath of relief the moment Clary answered the phone.

"Mom, I'm coming home," Clary said into the line.

"No, no, no." Jocelyn quickly told her daughter. "You can't come home. Do you understand me? You and your brother must not come home." They would only be endangered when either of them did. The Circle members came looking for the Cup. They'll do anything to get their hands on it. "You call Luke. Tell him Valentine's alive and that he found me."

The door made a noise, nearly being pushed open.

"I love you and your brother. Take care of each other," Jocelyn told her daughter over the phone one last time. "Don't trust anyone." Anyone could be after the Cup. They might even use Val and Clary to find it. But neither of the kids knew anything about the Shadow World or the Cup. "Just look toward each other and you'll both be safe."

Then she hung up the phone.

Jocelyn quickly began to rummage through the wooden box. Finding papers, the lock of white hair, until finally she got to the small green bottle inside the box. She quickly took it into her hands, she glanced upward as one of the Circle members started to break through the wooden door.

"You tell Valentine he'll never have the cup," She spat toward them with gritted teeth. Then she drank from the bottle with a smile on her face. It won't kill her, but she'll be asleep for a long time. This was the last act the red haired woman could do for the Shadow World and everyone who lived in it.

Keeping the cup safe and hidden was the only way, and then, his plan would never happen.

"Don't you... Don't drink..." The Circle member shouts, angry. "Come here! Don't...what?"

Then Jocelyn fell to the ground. Praying to the angel that her children would be safe with Luke.

Second chapter is done.

What do you think?

Val is already thought to be named Valentine. Originally he was going to be Valentine Jr. as his real name but that changed to Valdr which means; ruler, mighty one, and powerful one. He'll find out more about the reason why he's named that later on as the story goes on.

I kept some of Simon's words from the book but mostly went with the movie. I always liked parts of the movie more than I did the TV series. In the book Simon and Clary investigated the rune first and Jace showed up, only that doesn't seem to happen in the TV show. I do consider the Jocelyn fight in the movie better then what we got in the show.

And yes, Magnus owns the night club in this story. It was never made clear if he did in the TV show or not. Either way since I combined the show's scene with the Circle members from episode one into this. How the group found Jocelyn made a little more sense story wise.

Val's dream about the white haired boy will be back in the story later. It's very important to his character.