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Ch. 25
Clary woke up in a sweat. Bending over, she grabbed the cup of water next to her bed and downed it in one gulp, hoping that it would somehow help. For a moment it did. She took a deep breath and groaned. The water wasn't staying down. She barely made it to the toilet before her dinner came up. She was sick. Again. "Shit." Clary muttered before heaving once again. She leaned back against the cold wall instead of going back to the bed, in fear that she would throw up again. She closed her eyes, her voice raspy as she tried to sleep.
"Clarissa." Clary squinted in the dark. The only light was coming from outside the cell, where the Clave had decided to place a new light, in fear that she would throw it again. Her body ached in so many places she feared she'd never be able to move again. Thinking she'd imagined the voice, she shut her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. "Over here little sister." Her eyes shot open and she glanced around. It was Jonathan. She heard the creaking of the cell door as he opened it and entered.
"Jon," She asked, possibly sounding high as a kite. "How'd you get in here?"
"I have my ways." Jonathan rested the back of his hand on her forehead. "You're sick Clary." He said, not sounding like he cared at all. Clary shrugged.
"So I've noticed."
"Just another thing I have to take care of." He sighed, as he bent to pick her up like she weighed nothing. In all other instances Clary would be revolted to being held by her demonic brother, but in that instance she actually felt… safe… for the first time in months.
"Dear brother, you could just leave me here to rot." She said quietly, somewhat mimicking Jonathan's tone of voice. She rested her head of his shoulder. Jonathan rolled his eyes.
"Sleep sister, it's a little while until we get to New York." Clary didn't argue. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing grew heavy. Jonathan walked back through the door and past the guard, whose body was crumpled on the floor- his head severed from his body.
Jace stood outside staring up at the stairs. Maneuvering himself so that he was holding Clary with one hand, easy for a demon like himself, he pulled out his stele and drew a rune on the door he had just exited .
"What's wrong with her?" Jace asked worriedly.
"You tell me." Jonathan snappe portal appeared. "You told me tha she was well and safe. Just yesterday." Jace nodded.
"She was perfectly fine." Jace grabbed Jonathan's jacked as they jumped through the portal and landed in a pristine modern day apartment. Jonathan strode into the bedroom on his right and rested Clary on the bed.
"Be as it is, I have no time to take care of a sick woman." He told Jace. "I have cities to burn and a country to take over." The elevator chimed.
"I just got a call from SanFrancisco," Jared said coming through the door. "The city has fallen…. What's wrong with Clary?"
Clary gasped and shot up. She was in a bed. An actual bed. And she no longer wore her grimy shadow hunter gear. Instead, she wore a large t-shirt and grey and pink plaid pants. "What the hell?" She muttered, trying to contain her excitement. She was in a square white room. Slowly, she moved her feet over the side of the bed and pushed herself up. Using the wall for support, she stepped into the hallway. Immediately, she came to a large living room. The blinds were down, covering the large ceiling to floor windows. Clary leaned against the wall and rubbed her head. The last thing she remembered was vomiting into the toilet back in her cell. So what-
"If it isn't Sleeping Beauty." Clary spun around, coming face to face with her brother. "You've been out for a good five days."
"Where am I?" She asked, her voice cracking from lack of use.
"My apartment in New York. You were deathly ill when I saved your ass from that prison so I left you in the guest room to make sure you were properly taken care of." Clary looked around the plain room.
"Am I to assume you took care of me?" Jonathan laughed.
"Of course not" He said, turning around with a look of shock on his face. "Jace and Jared took turns."
"Jace?" Jonathan walked past her into the kitchen.
"Yes, Jace. He's been very useful these last few months. Giving me intel on the shadow hunters whereabouts and keeping you safe." Clary narrowed her eyes.
"I want nothing to do with him." Clary said.
"Like I care." He placed bread in the toaster. "Like him or don't. As long as you don't get in my way and do as I say. Don't' forget you still owe me."
"Excuse me?"
"What/ Remember what I said? Maybe you don't. It was a while ago. I told you that I'd help you get out of William's arranged marriage but you'd owe me."
"I don't-"
"Who do you think got yours friends the weapons? How do you think they got into our home? If the guards had been at their stations they never would've in. Who killed Valentine?" -
"First they aren't my friends-"
"Then who is there left to trust. Just like me Clar- you're a fugitive." Clary's shoulders dropped. She lowered her gaze to the floor. "I'm all you've got left, Clar, like it or not. You don't like Jace anymore… apparently. There's Jared…."
"Jared's fine." Clary muttered.
"There you go. You've got a friend. He's away at the moment but when he gets back he can take you shopping." Clary studied her brother carefully. So far he'd been acting like a normal person. But she knew it wouldn't last.
"Why do I need an escort?" Jonathan stopped buttering the toast. He nodded towards the window. Slowly Clary walked over and pulled on the blinds. She gasped. "Jonathan-"
"Clary, I'm building an Empire. To build, I need to tear down. It's somewhat chaos down there at the moment so I want you watched. Once everything's under control, I don't care what you do."
"Why do you even care about me?" Jonathan rested a hand on her shoulder. She was still looking out the window and hadn't heard him approach.
"Yes, I need you Clary. I may dislike you but I do need you. Bot because I want to use you, but because you're the last chance I have to have some normalcy of a life." Clary didn't say anything. She watched as shadow hunters walked down the streets wearing red shirts. She figured they worked for Jonathan. "Will you stand by me Clary?" She thought for a moment. Her family was gone. Her mother, her friends,… Jace- in her eyes… she only had her brother. He was right. She needed him as much as he needed her, maybe more. Clary turned to face him and rested her hand on his arm. He flinched at the contact but didn't move away.
"I will stand by you brother."
Clary peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower, flinching as the hot water hit her back. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken a shower or washed her hair. She lathered and rinsed until he skin was red and pruney. The water had long grown cold. Jonathan had gone out and was not in the apartment when Clary finally decided to leave the water. She dressed in a pair of large boyshorts and a tank and cringed when she saw herself in the mirror. It wasn't due to the clothes. The clothes were fine with her. No, it was her face. She was pasty white. She needed sun. Clary walked through the apartment. She learned that the television had only one channel. She decided that she'd buy some movies to watch. She found peanut butter in the fridge and grabbed a spoon, then opened the door to the patio. In the center was a large pool. The air smelled like smoke but the sky was blue. Clary didn't really care. She leaned over the railing as she ate her Peanut Butter and listened to the streets below. The fires were mostly out but the roads were a mess. She could see where some had partially collapsed.
"Clary." Expecting to see her brother, she turned. Jace stood in the doorway wearing nothing but jeans. Clary narrowed her eyes.
"Jace." She bit out.
"How are you feeling." Aww he sounded like he cared! Clary pushed past him and into the living room.
"Leave me alone." She said. Jace shut the door.
"Can't we talk?" he asked. Clary ignored him as she fell onto the white couch, her hair wet. It was probably leaving a wet mark. She din't care. "Clary-"
"We're done Jace." She snapped. "I'm never going to trust you again so go away." Jace stood there for a few moments, just watching her as she stared out the window.
"I couldn't help what I did Clary." He said. "I-"
"Jace, leave her alone." Jonathan said from the elevator door. Jace turned to look at Jonathan and sighed. He didn't sound angry. Just tired.
"I'm sorry Clar-" he said before getting into the open elevator.
"I'm bored, Jonathan." Clary said. Jonathan walked over and sat down on the other couch and pulled out his phone.
"I'll get you one of these." He said, keeping his eyes on the screen.
"You mean an Iphone?" Clary asked, astounded that he didn't know what it was called.
"Mhm."