A/N: Sorry it's so Late!! I was moving cross-country so I had very little time to update. But here you go!

DISCLAIMER: Kids: Mine. Jace: Cassandra Clare. Damn.

CPOV

I was in Idris, running happily through the fields, the soft pink and lavender flowers and long, tall wispy grass kept brushing against my legs. Isabelle must have lent me a dress; it was long, open and white. The air was crisp and clean, nothing like the air in New York.

I laughed for no good reason all I knew was I was happy, so happy. "Clary!" A voice I could never mistake. One I would walk threw fire and ice just to see his face. Jace.

This is when I realized it must be a dream. Because Jace would never be caught wearing what he was. But it was a pleasant image anyways.

He had what I like to call a pirate shirt, white, wispy and so low cut his abs was playing peek-a-boo. He was wearing tight very nice jeans, these one I recognized that he really did own and shiny black dress shoes.

He was smiling so bright; his teeth were sparkling in the sunlight along with his hair. "Clary…Clary…Clary…" He kept whispering. I lifted my skirts up, running faster. "Jace!" I called loudly.

That's when it became a nightmare.

The sky suddenly darkened, swirling black and purple clouds. The flowers wilted and turned black as though lightening had hit them. Toasted flowers. Yum.

Jace's shirt turned black, his hair bleaching out and his eyes growing dark with more malicious. The smile wasn't loving or pleasant or any other warm fuzzy feeling any more.

I gasped stopping a few feet from him, choking like he was using the force to strangle me. His hands slightly titled and opened like he really was. Jace had become Darth Vader….

Wait…no…

"Good-night little sister." He cackled sinisterly my legs buckling underneath me and all I could feel was the hard frozen ground before it went black…

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I sat up gasping and clutching my throat. Sweat beads littered my forehead and dripped down my face. I quickly surveyed the area, sighing in relief as the monk-like status of the room registered. No flowery fields or creepy Jace guys.

I shuddered, glancing over on the bed. Jace lay beside me, his face peaceful and his breathing relaxing. My desire to wake him up was almost overwhelming. No. I thought. I will be strong. I'm a shadow hunter.

Of course that wasn't so relaxing either.

Suddenly another idea popped into my head. Quietly I shuffled out of bed and went into the babies' room. Angela was awake; her bright inquisitive eyes glanced around her at the lights.

"Hi baby girl." I whispered to her, lifting her into my arms. Immediately I felt at ease. I smiled gently running a finger over her soft cheeks. "Mommy loves you Angela." I said softly kissing her forehead. She giggled yanking on my hair. I winced.

Despite the distractions of the baby in my arms, my thoughts swirled around my dream. Something was off about the ending. The last words bothered me…Jace hasn't called me his little sister for years considering I wasn't.

And Jace's hair normally doesn't bleach out as much, not even under the moonlight. I've seen his eyes grow dark like that but it took a lot to piss him off. A lot. Like me saying he is the biggest donkey in the whole wide world and I hated him. (Let's just say I had a few too many drinks that night and he happened to steal one…)

Something about his face bothered me….

It's like having a stupid mariachi band stuck in your head and you can't understand a word they are saying but you want to sing along anyways.

Then like lightening smacking me in the face I realized why Jace bothered me…. It wasn't Jace….

It was Jonathan.

A/N: MWAHAHA. Hehe. Soooo…how'd you all like it? Kind of dramatic, I know. But oh well!