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Chapter 12...

{Jace's POV}

Once we had arrived at the Institute yesterday, around midday, some of the Claves guards had come over to me grabbing Clary's arms and legs and cuffing them together before taking her to the lock-up.

I had suddenly felt very cold when she had left my arms, Clary had barely weighed anything and holding her felt more of a comfort than a burden.

But the second I was out of eyeshot from Izzy and Alec I slipped away.

And found my way to the roof, I had always loved the roof of the institute, hardly anybody ever came up here - unless it was someone coming to get me down.

But it was my own place, when I was younger I used to come here to think.

And that's what I needed to do now.

Everything was different now, I had betrayed my parabatai and my parents by going off to see Clary alone. But if I could go back I would make the same choice, just to see the way her eyes softened when she let her guard down.

But I mentally cursed myself as I realised that I would most likely never see that again, she thought I had sold her out to the Clave.

Remembering the look of pain in her eyes made me wince.

I knew I would have to face the others soon and explain myself - but I couldn't think of an explanation other than the truth.

I could already imagine Alec scolding me for this, but I don't think he would be able to get over this swiftly.

To them I had willingly gone to see a psychopath.

But I knew Clary wouldn't harm me, because she hadn't in the forest by the Institute. But nobody knew about that either.

The complicated network of lies I had spun were getting confusing.

{Alec's POV}

Izzy and I helped rush Jon to the infirmary, he needed treatment immediately.

How could Jace be having a conversation with a girl capable of doing this to one of her own kind.

Speaking of Jace I needed to see him, I looked back at Izzy tending to Jon with the other shadowhunters and decided it was ok for me to leave.

I left the room heading for the one place I know he would be, the roof.

As I stepped out into the clear air I could see Jace sitting on the edge of the roof.

And a wave of anger surged over me.

"JACE" I shouted.

He snapped his head back around to look at me, and stepped back off the edge making his way over to me.

When Jace was closer I yelled at him,

"What do you think you were doing? Because I sure as hell can't figure it out!"

"I think it was pretty self-explanatory Alec. I tracked the girl to talk to her" he responded in a much calmer voice.

"Oh and you forgot she was a psychotic bitch who broke my dad's arm, stabbed your's in the leg and KILLED ANOTHER SHADOWHUNTER!" I could tell I had lost my temper but I didn't care.

"Do not call her that!" I had obviously hit a nerve - so Jace cared about this girl.

"Why not? It's TRUE"

"Because Alec you don't understand! Have you taken one moment to consider HER side?"

In truth I hadn't, but I didn't care.

"Why should I care, she has hurt OUR family. That is enough proof for me"

I could feel my temper flaring again.

"And you decided to go and see her. NEWSFLASH Jace she could have killed you! Why do you always think about nobody but yourself!"

Jace stared at me in pain - and I continued knowing I was the one causing it.

"You didn't think about your parents, Jon, Izzy or ME! I am your PARABATAI, they say the worst pain a shadowhunter can feel is the loss of their parabatai. But you didn't care, you did what you wanted!"

I knew I had crossed a line, but I was too far gone. I was hurt. Me and Jace used to be a team, but something had changed.

"Alec you don't.. You don't understand-"

I cut him off.

"Then help me understand Jace, because I don't. I have no idea how you could be so reckless!"

{Jace's POV}

Something snapped inside me, I couldn't leave Alec believing what he was.

So I did the only thing I could.

"She wouldn't have hurt me."

"Jac-"

"No Alec, listen. After she murdered Hodge and I ran after her, I lied."

"I did catch up to her, and we fought. She beat me and held her blade over my chest - but she didn't even scratch me. She let me go. Alec, she could have killed me but didn't."

Alec just looked back at me in confusion, his anger disappearing off his face.

"What? So you lied to dad, to me?"

"Yes and I am sorry Alec. But I just needed to figure some things out, I was confused. But I didn't want to lie to you"

Alec was silent for a few moments, before saying,

"So you're saying you didn't really go on a suicide mission?"

"No not really."

"But Jace, she still could have hurt you. Just because she didn't befor-"

"I know Alec, but I took a risk and she didn't. She didn't even fight me"

"Ok fine. But Jace whenever you do things like this you have to at least tell me. I thought you wanted to kill yourself"

Alec was right, I should give him information. And I knew right there and then that I should have told him about Clary's portal rune and hair changing rune.

But something made me bite my tongue - I wanted to protect Clary.

Even if that meant going against my parabatai.

{Clary's POV}

The inquisitor had left me shortly after I had given her my answer. Choosing trail by the mortal sword.

I then thought I would be left alone with my thoughts until the trial.

But about 2 hours later - I could only guess at the time, there was no way to tell the time down here - a female shadowhunter walked in through the bolted door.

Her hair was a fiery red, reminding me a little of my own.

I then remembered my hair was blonde, so the woman would not be able to make a link there.

{Jocelyn's POV}

I had begged the inquisitor that I go speak to the girl alone.

She agreed, but only if Stephen and Robert observed from the glass. We still didn't know how powerful this girl was.

Imogen told me that she had only gotten a name out of the girl - Clary.

My breath had hitched in my throat - 'Clary' was the nickname for Clarissa.

And even though it was not possible I had to see her.

But as I stepped into the cell I noticed the girl had platinum blonde hair, and I sighed in relief.

Of course I wished for my child to be alive, but if Clarissa were alive that would mean Valentine is as well.

I took a seat opposite the girl and sat in silence for a while - not knowing what to say.

Until she spoke first,

"Have you just come in here to get a good look?" her witty voice surprised me.

"No, um, I thought you could have been someone I knew"

Her face scrunched up in confusion.

"And who might that be Red?" she replied, obviously referring to my hair.

"Oh it doesn't matter anymore - you couldn't be her" I said.

The girl just huffed and stated,

"So can I be left alone in peace then?"

I was surprised, most people would have wanted company in the lock-up.

But I guess nothing about this girl screamed 'most people'.

"Actually, I wanted to know who you are. I know you won't reveal your name, but what institute did you train at?"

The girl looked at me strangely before answering,

"I didn't train at an institute - and like I said to your inquisitor. You won't get anything else out of me"

The girl continued to ask,

"You must be pretty special to be allowed in here though, who are you?" she countered.

"I am Jocelyn Fairchild."

The girl's eyes flew wide open.

{Clary's POV}

No. No. No.

It couldn't be.

And then it hit me, it had to be.

Her red hair, her height, her eyes, her body shape.

She was my mother.

I pulled hard against the cuffs at my wrists, yanking to free myself.

Jocelyn looked startled, "What's wrong?"

'What's wrong?' oh just the fact that you tried to have me KILLED as a baby.

I pulled harder on the cuffs and they finally broke free.

I surged forward, going for her throat.

"Clary!" she was panicking.

I kept clawing at her, my feet still chained to the floor.

I then gripped her throat and she began to choke.

But before I could get a good enough grip I felt 2 pairs of hands pulling me back.

They had to take one arm each and use all their strength - but they managed to peel me off Jocelyn.

I saw blood trickling down her face from where I had scratched her.

And her face was a mix of horror and confusion.

"Clary, what did I do?" she shouted in fear.

"GET OUT!" I screeched at her.

It was only then I realised my cheeks were wet with tears.

Thinking about my mother when I was younger used to make me cry.

But seeing her in person brought in another wave of pain - one I had felt rather recently.

Betrayal.