A/N: Guys, I'm really sorry. Don't hate me yet, I'm trying. First semester of senior year was a pain in my ass. Pardon my French! Too much work, not enough fun. Welp, I guess we can start the story now that I have done my usual long wait update apology with excuses as to why I suck! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters in this story as usual!

RECAP:

You are to go and bring her back."

"But Sir she is heavily protected."

"You will do as I say or there shall be consequences! She will die at their hands at this rate and I shall not let that happen!"

"But Sir wasn't that the plan all along?"

"Not anymore."

Chapter 8:

"Have you made your plan to bring her back yet."

"Not yet Sir, the meeting is in an hour and we will decide then."

"It better be quick. And you better get her back soon."

"Yes Sir!"

Jace sat alone in his room. Clary was with Jon and as usual. Jace pondered what he was to do. He a Clary fought more now than they ever did before she was taken, and it has taken a big toll on their relationship. He remembered his time the other day with Tessa and how he now knew that he had family by blood in his life, although he would always have a family in the Lightwoods. Jace thought of how Tessa had asked him to carry on his birth name and wondered if the time would ever come that he would marry the girl of his dreams and be able to make her a proper Herondale.

Today was the first in a long while that Jon spent without Clary. She was resting in her room and he wished to try and get some work done in his own. Though, Jon wouldn't really call what he was doing work. What he was really doing was thinking of everything that had happened to the life of his family, his sister, and his own life. His little baby sister was very sick and everyone was trying their hardest to make her better or to at least to find a solution to the problem. Jem though it seemed knew what his Clare was going through and it made Jon feel better knowing that this man could possibly be able to fix his baby sister.

Jem was on his way to meet with Magnus. An old friend that had once upon a time helped him and his best friend prevail against the many adversities that they had faced in their time. Jem knocked on the door and waited to be greeted by the flashy male warlock.

"James, please do come in!"

"Magnus. I prefer Jem you know that."

"It's true I do, but where's the fun in that! Have you found out the type of poison they used?"

"I can't quite tell though, there is a good chance that it maybe the same type that I dealt with."

"Well at least that's a starting point. Now we just have to find some of it. If we can find any."

Clary was out and about in the garden. It was a nice warm day that wasn't too hot and wasn't too cold. As she walked about the garden she thought of all the people it seemed that she was unintentionally pushing away with her sickness. Her and Jace hadn't had a good, calm, proper conversation in a long while. She barely ever talked to Simon or Izzy anymore, and it hurt her. They used to be her best friends and she truly missed them now than she did in the time of her capture. All the thinking and walking around was starting to take it's toll on Clary. She went towards a bench to take a rest, not seeing the shadow of a person behind her. Suddenly the world went black around her and Clary became very confused until she surprisingly and unexpectedly fell asleep.

Izzy knew that Clary was in the garden on this nice day, and that she had yet to leave it. With this in mind Izzy went to talk to her best girlfriend and apologize for not talking to her very much. As Izzy entered she took her time looking at all the pretty flowers and the big trees situated in the garden. She walked all over the garden with no sight of Clary, which made her think she just missed her and that CLary must have left while she was at a different part of the garden. Izzy exited the garden with intention of finding Clary so that they may finally talk. She did this not knowing that no matter where she looked she would not be able to find her best friend.

A middle aged man stood over Clary and watched her sleep. He was happy that his men did not have to knock her out to bring her here, he didn't want her to be in anymore pain. The young girl looked so tired and too pale. He wanted her to get better. He didn't want her to suffer anymore not matter what happened in the past. He would make everything better. He felt as though he had no choice in the matter anyway.

"Welcome home, my dear girl! We will help make you better. We will get you what you need. You will no longer have to suffer. I love you, my dear little Clarissa."

Oops I did it again! LOL! My bad guys! Hope you like this chapter that has been long awaited. Please R&R and feel free to PM me any ideas you have! Thank you all for your interest in my story and encouraging me to continue my story!

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Booky :D 3