Okay I had three and a half pages written up last night and Microsoft office crashed the second before I hit save. Soooo mad.. Well whatever. Here's the next chapter

-Jen

chapter seven

Clary sat down across from Valentine and began nibbling on a warm biscuit. Jonathan had yet to arrive. "Good morning Clarissa." Valentine said.

"Morning father." Her stomach growled rather loudly.

"Did you sleep well? I thought I heard you moving about." Clary shrugged.

"Bad dreams." She muttered. She was thankful when he dropped it and was able to eat her oatmeal in silence. When she finished Jonathan still hadn't made an appearance. It wasn't like she enjoyed his presence but his absence was unusual. " Where is Jonathan?" She asked as Valentine started walking away.

"He's probably sleeping." He said it like it was no big deal which was strange. She had training in less than an hour.

"Father I have training today." Valentine shrugged.

"If you feel you need to practice wake him. If not I have books in the library you could read on demons. You're behind." She knew. Every time they ran into a demon Jonathan always had to explain it to her. She could learn quickly. Give her history textbook and she's screwed.

"I'll think about it." He started out the door again. "A-and father?" She caught up to him down the hall. "Would you ever let me go out by myself?" Valentine opened up his study door.

"I let you go yesterday." Clary shrugged.

"That was for work. I-I was wondering if I could go out for leisure time… without Jonathan." She hurried to continue she noticed Valentines face becoming annoyed. "I – I feel like a prisoner here. Haven't I proven myself to you yet?" Valentine sighed.

"First off Clarissa, I don't let you go out by yourself for safety reasons. Secondly the first solo mission I gave you failed. You want to prove to me you can handle it out there on a regular basis? Beat Jonathan in training. You've been getting better Clary but you can't be afraid to break him. Break his nose, his arm. He can heal it in a matter of minutes." She noticed he never said he trusted her. He shut the door in her face and she sighed, heading back up to her room in defeat. First however, she decided to check on her brother. Just like her, he liked breakfast and it wasn't normal for him to miss it. She knocked first and answered, slowly pushing her way into his room. The first thing she noticed was the blood stained clothes laying by the foot of the bed. She could heat the shower running. She creaked open the door barely a notch and saw blood all on the counter. It made her want to gag. What the hell is he doing in here? She thought.

"Jonathan?" Clary asked softly. She pushed the door the entire way open.

"What Clary?" He snapped from behind the curtain. He sounded in pain.

"A-Are you okay?"

"Do you really care?" Clary rolled her eyes.

"You're my brother," She said. "I have to care." He was silent for a few minutes.

"You have a steel on you?"

"Where's yours?"

"Good question." Clary shook her head and reached into her boot, pulling out her Steele. She opened the curtain and held back a gasp. Lashes covered her brother's back, arms, and legs. He snatched the Steele out of her hand.

"D-did dad do this to you?" Jonathan's glare gave her his answer. Water ran down his body mixing into bloody swirls as it went down the drain. Clary knew she could've left, knowing there were some parts of her brother noticeable that she didn't want to see but found herself instead crouch down on her heels. She watched as he healed his legs and arms, the bleeding slowing to a stop. "Do you want me to get your back?' Jonathan held the Steele with both hands. He glared at her.

"I can get it.' He snapped. Clary grabbed the Steele out of his wet hands, ignoring his arguments.

"Turn." She sighed wearily, kicking her shoes and socks off and stepping over the tub ledge. She sat down and began sketching an Iratze. It took a long time for her to heal his scars. They stretched across his wide shoulders and down to his lower back. When Clary had finished he didn't thank her, just grunted. "D-did this happen last night?" She asked handing her brother a towel. Jonathan looked down at her, unaware of his… nakedness. They were too close-way to close.

"Yes." He said bluntly.

"I'm sorry." Jonathan tensed. Valentine may have meant to inflict damage but he'd never try to kill Jonathan. But he could've died! Why hadn't he just gone to her? Oh that's right. He had pride.

"Why?" He half snapped, half growled.

"I told him-"

"I know."

"Why aren't you mad at me?" Jonathan walked back into his bedroom.

"Who said I'm not. I'm always mad at you Clary. However," He sighed. "This is my fault not yours." He normally blamed her for everything.

"But-"

"No! Why do you worry so much? I'm fine." Clary shook her head.

"You could've died John-"

"An you can honestly tell you'd care?" He ground his teeth? "Tell me the truth." Clary looked straight into his black eyes.

"Yes, I would care." Jonathan scoffed at her.

"You're soft Clarissa." She shrugged.

"Maybe. I care about my family, even if they're complete and utter dicks." She saw him quirk a small smile but it disappeared in seconds.

"It's going to hurt you in the end." He muttered.

"So what?" Jonathan shrugged and opened his drawer. He threw on a black t-shirt and jeans. "I take it we're not training?" He smiled.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

1 week later

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Clary groaned and chucked her pillow at the alarm clock. It wouldn't shut off. She threw her sheets over her head and tried to go back to sleep. It was too late though. She was wide-awake. After maybe five minutes she heard the door open and slam shut. The alarm stopped and the mattress sunk from the weight of another person. "Wake up Clary." Jonathan snapped. Clary groaned in response. Jonathan grabbed the back collar of Clary's shirt and pulled her up just enough that her face no longer touched the mattress. "Get up now!" He dropped her abruptly.

"What the fuck!" She snapped shooting herself off of the bed. Jonathan plopped himself down where she'd been sitting only moments earlier and stared up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. Shaking her head Clary stalked into the bathroom carrying a pile of clothes, a pair of jeans, her enforcer uniform shirt, and a plain sweatshirt; her brother's that had the last name Morgenstern on the back. She'd change into the enforcer jacket once Jace had been captured.

Yup today was the day. Two days ago she'd tired to contact him. Yesterday, he'd responded. She dreaded the next few hours. She was already late, having ignored the alarm multiple times. It was already seven o'clock. Earlier in the day she'd had training with her brother. She'd decided after all that work to sleep. It had been nice.

Clary slipped on her black healed boots and put her Steele between the leather and the jean fabric then walked back into her bedroom. Immediately a fist connected with her face and she crumpled to the ground. Clary held her –had-been-already-healed eye. Oh she was going to kill him.

"What. The. FUCK!" She screamed at him. Jonathan mearly shrugged and pulled out a dagger. He grabbed Clary by the chin. "Stop- Jon!" He lightly sliced into her cheek and pulled her to the feet, ignoring the wetness forming under her eyes.

"Father wants you to look the part." He said pushing her out the door. Clary jerked herself out of his grasp and stalked out of the room, refusing to look at him. She met her father by the front door who pulled her into a hug.

"Jonathan," He said. "Let me talk to Clarissa for a second." Nodding, Jonathan walked out of the room stiffly leaving Clary alone with her father. He lifted up the part of Clary's hair that was hiding the bleeding cut and tucked it behind her ear. Her eye was already blackening in spots. "I know it hurts." He said. "But you'll get through this. Jon-Jace is the biggest threat to us right now. Alone he could tear us down. And you know what," He smiled at her. "If this is successful, I might just give you a promotion." Clary tensed. That meant she would have the same amount of authority as Jonathan. "However," His voice boomed. "If this fails, you'll be in so much pain you won't want to move for weeks." Clary swallowed and nodded. "Am I understood?"

"Yes Father." Valentine flexed his shoulders.

"Now go find your brother."