AN: My computer hates me, and keeps changing Frey to Fray-please forgive me! :)

The Wayland Name

Jace left the institute to go and get drunk after that. He didn't fancy waiting around for Isabelle to follow him with more throwing knives and he didn't want to bump into Alec on with way home from Magnus'...then again, Alec might not come home that night...

Jace shuddered slightly at the thought, Jace had suspected, but after everything that had happened he couldn't help but be sure now.

The only person he really wanted to see was Clary, but Clary was either with Simon, or not answering his calls...or maybe both. He never could work Clary out.

**

When Alec Lightwood walked into his sister's bedroom to find her prying four throwing knives out of her door, he was not surprised. At least, it was better than being used for target practice when they were seven- back when Isabelle's aim had been much less than perfect.

"Alec!" she cried when she saw him, smiling at him-that in itself was slightly unusual.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked quickly, rubbing his cheeks and lips cautiously

"I'm just happy to see you. Why would you have something on your face? And why are you rubbing your lips?" Alec blushed slightly and looked at his feet.

"What happened with Jace?" he replied before she could question him further. He instinctively knew that was one of the two most likely reasons-the other being himself, but he hadn't been around so it couldn't have been him.

"He told her! Can you believe that? The idiot!" she sighed "He'll never be happy at this rate."

"Yeah," Alec agreed, sarcastically "because finding out that you're actually the son of a psychotic, thought to be dead, mass murder; that you've made out with your actual sister and that your mother is alive, and in a coma, makes him totally thrilled. You should see him skipping down the corridors and singing love ballads" Isabelle's face became scornful and she tugged the last knife out.

"You know what I meant, Alec" she sighed.

"Yeah, I do, Izzy." she walked over to him and he opened his arms, she hugged him for a minute then stepped back to look at him.

"You have lipstick all down your neck, Alec. Where have you been?"

Alec's face flushed scarlet

"Well, you see..."

**

Simon called round at Luke's place later that evening, hoping to find Clary there. He expected Luke would still be at the hospital, and planned to keep his best friend company for once, after all, he hadn't seen her for an entire week.

"Clary?" he called, when the knocking at the apartment door was not answered.

"Simon?" she called back, uncertainly, well, if she'd been hoping for Jace she would be sadly disappointed.

"Yeah." there was no point in lying. The door flashed open, and she pulled him inside. "I'll come in then..." he said, slightly confused. He watched as she re-bolted the door, and then sat back down on the sofa. "expecting someone else?" he asked, she shook her head.

"Only a matter of time." she replied sadly.

"Jace?" he asked, a little happier than he had been moments before. Clary nodded.

"He's Jace, after all" Simon nodded, sympathetically

"What's he done this time-and how can I murder him?" Clary laughed, despite herself.

"Nothing. That's..." she sighed, burring her head in her lap to keep from having to look at Simon.

"That's why you're upset. I understand." he told her, taking a seat on the coach beside her, and rubbing her back soothingly. She looked up at him, tears beginning to pour from her eyes against her will, and he pulled her forward into a hug. "It'll be okay, Clary. He'll always be around in your life." she nodded against his shoulder.

"I know!" she choked, gripping his shirt like a security blanket. "It shouldn't hurt this much-but it does, Simon. It does." He held her close while she cried, and thought bitterly about his role in her life. Yes, he loved her, and yes, he accepted that she loved Jace Wayland, but he'd always want more. More than being a friend, and more than just watching from the sidelines as she suffered.

He bit his lip as he calmed her tears and told her everything would be alright. It would be alright.

Because if it wasn't, he was going to kill Jace Wayland...

**

Magnus Bane received the note while he was asleep that night. He'd decided on an early night after his busy evening, and hadn't expected anyone to visit him so late at night.

He got out of bed when the knocking had continued for several minutes, and then groaning opened the door to his apartment.

There was absolutely no one there.

"Damn fearies," he muttered to himself, suspecting the fey folk of some annoying joke-there was no way they were invited to his parties after this. At least, until he ran out of hair paint...

Yet, as soon as he slammed his door shut the knocking began again. He swore and opened the door again, looking around the corridor for someone to shout at. What he found, was a note. Folded neatly, and tucked under the edge of his doormat. Bending down to pick it up he sighed.

The High Warlock of Brooklyn's work never ended...

**

While everyone else was trying to solve problems, all of which steamed from Jace, he was in a bar downtown. To be more precise, he was dancing on a table, in a bar, down town and was...for want of a better word, utterly 'hammered'.

As he stood there, with a bottle of Bacardi in one hand, and a a sword in the other, he began to sing we are the champions. Loudly.

It was Maia who found him, passed out on the floor outside the bar a few hours later, she sighed. She hated the guy, and was tempted to leave him there-after all, it wasn't as if Simon liked him either. Though, Clary was his sister, and Simon was best friends with Clary, and Maia liked her too...so she helped him.

Unsure where the Institute was, she ended up at Luke's apartment. With one of Jace's arms flung over her left shoulder, she carried him up the stairs and to the one of the many places he wasn't too welcome that night. Again.