Hey guys! Okay, so I was at a volleyball tournament yesterday and just could not stop writing during a break. So this is extra long. Enjoy!

oh and i've been having some thoughts on Clary and Jonathan for a while. A reader made be really start considering it more. Poll up on my profile page.

Ch. 10

Clary followed her father back down to the dungeon, taking her time behind him. She didn't want to be there when Jace woke up. She was embarrassed and ashamed. But Valentine had insisted and so Clary had to listen. Jace was on the floor unconscious when they arrived. Clary still remembered when she'd gotten her obedience rune. She remembered that pain. She'd never thought a rune could hurt so bad. She remembered when the pain had finally stopped. It had been when she'd blacked out. It took her two days to recover she would be surprised if Jace could stand. He was stronger than her. Maybe… Shaking her head, she knelt down by his curled up body. His back was to her. Valentine stood by the bars, waiting expectantly. Swallowing, Clary nudge Jace with her hand on his shoulder. He groaned in response.

"Jace," She whispered. "Wake up." He still slept. She shook him a little harder and then rolled him onto his back. He cried out in pain. She'd forgotten about his whip scars. It woke him though. His eyes opened, first as squints, then going wide. Clary pushed him into a sitting position. He leaned against her for support. "Father, he's still ill, maybe we should w…" She trailed off when Valentine held a hand up.

"I want to make sure this works. Then we can get him situated upstairs." Clary nodded once, not about to argue with him. Valentine pulled out a dagger from inside his light jacket and held it out to Jace. Clay tensed. "Father-"
"Stab yourself in the arm." He ordered. Clary's eyes went wide. What was he trying to prove? She saw Jace struggling, but in the end, the rune won and he took the sharp object in his hand.

"Father-!"

"Silence." Clary swallowed but did not move to speak again. Jace held the dagger over his left arm. He closed his eyes, and the dagger went straight into flesh. He cried out. Valentine nodded. "A little resistance, but nothing to worry about." He said mostly to himself. "The rune's still taking effect." In a swift motion he ripped the dagger out of Jace's arm. "Heal him and take him upstairs to your room. You're in charge of him Clarissa. Whatever he does comes back on you sevenfold. Jonathan would enjoy that, wouldn't he?" Clary gulped. The evil, vile, twisted son-of-a-. Clary's thought turned to another point. How was she supposed to get him up there? He was twice her size. She was about to ask but remembered she'd been told to be quiet. She couldn't argue with him. So she settled with,

"Yes sir,"

Jace ended up having to lean most of his weight on her, the entire way to her room. She was half dragging, half carrying him up the steps. Sweat had broken out on both of their faces. Finally though, she reached her bedroom and pushed open the door. To her surprise Jonathan sat on her bed. For the moment she ignored him and ushered Jace onto the sheets. She'd try to get him to take a bath. There was no way she was sleeping next to that… smell. Clary turned to face her brother. The second Jace had hit the pillow, he'd fallen back to sleep. "What do you-" Jonathan threw her to the floor and sat on her stomach.

"I think it's time we have a little chat Clar." She narrowed her eyes.

"Get the fuck off of me Jonathan." He snorted.

"Shut up." She jutted out her chin. He slapped her. "You think you're so special Clar. You're not. You're just some pathetic girl daddy decided to take in. I've been able to tolerate you for a while, but now you've just begun to aggravate me." He picked up Clary's head and threw it back down to the floor. She groaned. "You're getting everything you want. You've got the largest bedroom, you got a promotion, and you've got your boyfriend. What's coming next?" Clary stopped struggling and smiled softly. She hoped it made him mad. By the look on his face, he was.

"Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern," She said. "Are you jealous?" Jonathan growled. Cary threw all of her weight into his body and pushed him onto his back. She didn't fight him. Instead, she rested her head on his chest and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" He snapped. Clary shrugged.

"Studying you. Demon boy seems to be showing some kind of emotion. It's slightly fascinating." Jonathan pushed her up so that she sat on her butt. Then he grabbed her hair and yanked. "Childish move, grabbing a girl's hair." She snapped.

"It's not childish at all. Just a tactical move." She kneed him in the side and shot away from him. She stood up.

"Get out of my room." Jonathan stood too and smiled. It scared her a little. He backed away.
"We aren't done Clar. This is only the beginning." On that note he left and Clary was left shaken. What was he talking about? She looked back at Jace. His eyes were partially shut. He was studying her.

"I thought you were asleep." She sighed brushing her now loose hair back.

"I was for a few minutes. It's kind of hard when there are two people fighting and swearing on the floor next to you." Clary grinned slightly and sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't."

"Don't what?" Jace sighed.

"Don't apologize. Don't try to condone your actions. I'm pissed you tricked me, but I don't think you had a choice." Clary nodded once and looked at the floor.

"It's not too bad here." She whispered. "Although you can't really voice your opinion at all." Jace studied her.

"You are nuts." He said, and then whispered, "Absolutely crazy." His hand found part of Clary's shirt and tugged slightly. Knowing what he desperately wanted, Clary leaned forward and brushed her lips across his, smiling. She pulled away.

"You need a bath." She said suddenly. "Like, now." Jace shut his eyes.

"Can we wait until morning?" He sighed. Clary shook her head.

"No, you smell and I'm not sleeping next to your sweaty stench." Jace smiled.

"Aw, hun, it's called Ode de Jace. I'm wearing it for you." Clary rolled her ways but she felt herself smiling. She hadn't showed this much emotion since… She couldn't even remember. She headed into the bathroom and turned on the water, letting it run to get warm. After a few minutes she plugged it and allowed the large basin to fill up.

"I'm gunna have to help you." She said, uncomfortably, helping Jace up and getting him over to the tub. She pulled his shirt over his head, trying hard not to stare and unclasped the button on his jeans. She made him do the rest. Without looking down she guided him in. He grit his teeth when his back hit the water. The whip scars were still bleeding. She felt like she needed to tell him. "These aren't going to heal." She said. "I can't use an Iratze." She squeezed the washrag and ran it through his hair. It made her think of washing a baby. She washed the sweat off his face, off his chest, and ignoring the cries he was trying to hide, washed off his back.

"Why?" He asked after a while, in a whisper.

"What?" She asked.

"Why won't they heal?" She was handing him a towel. He was leaning against the tiled wall for support.

"Demonic whip." She whispered wiping her hands with a dry rag. "F-Valentine used it on Jonathan a lot when he was younger… still uses it…" Jace grunted. Clary pulled him, wrapped in only a towel, back into the bedroom and sat him down on the mattress. "I'm going to find you some clothes." She muttered, trying to ignore the depressed look on Jace's face. She went to Valentine's room first. He was still awake. She could hear him moving around. She knocked three times and waiting for him to come to the door.

"What is it Clarissa?" He asked. She looked up at him with a blank face.

"Jace needs clothes." He sighed.

"That's a simple matter that you should be able to handle on your own." He said. Clary shrugged.

"I'm not going to ask Jonathan. He already hates me." Valentine leaned against his doorframe and crossed his arms.

"Don't ask. Just take them." In one swift movement he slammed the door in her face. Groaning Clary walked back towards her room. Taking a deep breath she knocked on Jonathans door then entered without waiting for an answer. He was standing up by the bed without a shirt on, his arms crossed.

"Get out." He said. Clary glared at him.

"I need to borrow a pair of sweatpants." He face didn't change.

"Get out." Rolling her eyes, she walked over to his drawer. "Clarissa Adele, get the hell out of my room." Clarissa rolled her eyes.

"Oh, so now we're calling each other by our full names?" She snapped as she pulled out a pair of black sweatpants.

"Get out of my stuff!" He snapped. She ignored him. "I could go into your room and break all of your paintings. How would you like that?"

"You're being immature. I haven't broken anything of yours." She stormed out of his room, slamming the door and walked back into her bedroom where Jace sat with the towel. She threw the pants at him and pulled out her own Pjs; She faced away from Jace as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the back of her black lace bra. She should've just faced him because a second later she heard Jace gasp.

"He's done it to you to." He whispered. Clary threw a thin tshirt on and spun around. Jace had the sweatpants on already and was staring at her like he'd seen a ghost. Clary groaned and flipped the lights off. She slipped under the covers and shut her eyes. "Will you ever tell me what happened to you?" Clary ground her teeth.

"Jace, it's 2:30 in the morning. I'm tired." She could feel him staring at her.

"will you?" Clary sighed.

"We'll see." With that she shut everything off around her and fell asleep.