Sunlight poured in from a window near me. My eyes fluttered open and I took in the scene before me. Jonathan was sitting on a chair with his head in his hands while Magnus and Simon sat against the wall. I groaned as I sat up. My whole body hurt. This usually was the way I felt after I passed out. To this day, I still haven't figured out why. Jonathan's head snapped up.

"Why was Jace holding me?" I asked out of the blue.

"I called him. He said he went through this before and I left him hold you. Well . . . actually he offered and I allowed him to. I didn't think you'd mind." I closed my eyes and leaned back against my pillows. The bed dipped and a hand landed on my leg. "Clary," Jonathan spoke quietly, "what happened?"

My eyes opened, but I refused to look him in the eye. "I saw Valentine." I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the tears reappearing. "I saw everything that happened when mom died. I relived it, Jon. Relived the day mom died. I-I didn't know how to stop the flashbacks."

Jonathan pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. "It's okay. You're okay now. No one is going to hurt you ever again."

"But what if someone does? What if they get rid of you and hurt me?"

"I will never let that happen."

I nodded and let him hold me. Magnus and Simon woke up while I was still in Jonathan's embrace. They didn't rush over or give me pitying look. Instead they smiled and stood up, waiting for me to pull away from Jonathan. Moments later I did. Then they rushed over. They opened their mouths, but Isabelle and Alec barged in.

The Lightwood siblings looked worried. "What happened, Clary?" Isabelle asked, hurrying over.

"I just passed out," I said honestly. She didn't specifically ask about what part she wanted.

Isabelle was not fazed. She shook her head. "You know what I'm talking about. Jace wouldn't say anything because it wasn't his story to tell. Although I'm pretty sure he barely knows anything as it is. So, I repeat, what happened?"

Magnus butted in. "She passed out. That's all. It was nothing spectacular. Clary mumbles before she passes out so he probably heard something that he thought was true. Anything Clary mumbles is part of that fantasy world she gets sucked into daily.

Obviously not buying it, Isabelle nods slowly, dropping the topic. "But you're okay, right? No bumps, bruises, etcetera?"

I smiled broadly at Isabelle. "I'm all good."

Alec grinned back. "That's fantastic to hear. Maybe now Jace will stop worrying."

"Why didn't he come with you guys?"

"Max wanted Jace to drive him to his playdate. Trust me, Jace wanted to come. He wanted to make sure that you were all right for himself."

I nodded in response and waited for someone to speak. It was getting awkward. "You're still going to sleep over tonight, right?" Once again I nodded and was met with a squeal. "Okay, Alec and I will go home and get things set up. Besides, Alec and Jace still have to pack an overnight bag for your house."

"See you guys later," I called after them as they left.

As soon as we heard the door slam, indicating that they had left, Magnus and Simon once again rushed over. "Are you okay? How much of it did you see this time?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and I bit my lip to hold back my tears, willing myself not to cry. "It stopped as soon as Jonathan walked into the house. Valentine was in the middle of beating me and─" A sharp pain erupted in my side initiating me to cry out. My hands immediately flew to my side. When I pulled them away, there was blood coating my hands. I looked up at Magnus worriedly. He was giving me a look of confusion along with Simon and Jonathan. "You don't see the blood? How can you not see the blood? It's all over my hands!"

"Biscuit," Magnus murmured. "These hallucinations are getting out of hand. There is no blood."

I searched his eyes for any hint of lying. He was telling the truth. "Please don't take me to the hospital. I don't want to be away from Jonathan. Or any of you for that matter." I burst into tears. "Please don't let them take me."

Jonathan's eyes found mine and all I saw in them was heartbreak and concern. "We're not sending you anywhere and you're sure as hell not being taken. We'll figure this out, Clare, together. Magnus has connections at the hospital. He could see if they could get someone to evaluate you without putting you in the loony bin. They'll give you medication."

I nodded and curled into the fetal position. Was I crazy? Were the hallucinations really getting out of hand? I haven't had any for days. The last one I had involved Valentine coming into the house during dinner and threatening to kill me just like he did mom.

The rest of the day went by rather quickly. Before I knew it, it was time for Jonathan to drop me off at the Lightwoods'. We rode in silence to the house. There wasn't really much to talk about anyway. When we arrived, Isabelle, Alec, and Jace were outside with who I presumed to be Max, their little brother. Jonathan pulled into the driveway, catching their attention. Max was the first to run over. He hugged me as soon as I got out of the car.

"You must be Clary," he said.

I chuckled. "That I am."

Max peeked around me at Jonathan. Jonathan bent down to be eyelevel with him. "I have a job for you, little man." The little boy raised an eyebrow, interested. "I'm going to need you to keep a close eye on Clary for me. Even Isabelle. Jace and Alec will be with me so you'll be the only boy in the house with the exception of your dad. Which means, it's up to you to protect the women. Think you can handle that?"

My brother is entrusting me to a nine year old. Max beamed at Jonathan and saluted him. "Yes, sir!"

Jonathan laughed and ruffled his hair. Max ran back inside. Alec, Isabelle, and Jace joined Jonathan and me by the car. Their bags were already outside, so they placed them in the car. Jonathan grabbed my bag and headed inside, asking Isabelle where her room was.

"I could get that, Jon," I said, mock irritated. I could never really be irritated with Jonathan. It was impossible.

Jonathan looked at me and rolled his eyes playfully. "Well, Clare, you can't. You decided to pass out today which means that it could happen again and I don't want that to happen while you're carrying a bag full of girly supplies."

Isabelle shook her head with a smile and directed Jonathan to her room. I was about to follow when a hand grasped my bicep. Jace's eyes were filled with concern. "If you need to talk, know that I'm here. I'll listen. I've . . . been in your shoes before," his voice lowered. "It usually helps if you talk about what you saw."

"I already talked about it."

Jace shook his head. "Really talk about it, Clary. How you felt about what you saw, etcetera."

I shrugged and wiggled out of Jace's grasp before running after Jonathan and Isabelle. I didn't look back because I knew that if I did I'd see Jace looking hurt or something like that. When I found Jonathan and Isabelle, they were inside the Tardis. Jonathan was marveling at how well constructed it was. He was a secret Doctor Who fan. I found him watching it at midnight daily. He won't admit it though.

"Isn't it amazing?" I asked Jonathan.

He nodded furiously. "Extremely amazing. How this was accomplished is beyond me." We were all silent for a moment. "Clary, I'm serious, if anything happens call me. Don't call anyone else first. Not even Luke."

This time it was me who nodded. "I promise, Jon. You'll be the first person I call if anything happens. Now get out of here. Jace and Alec are waiting downstairs for you." Max came barreling toward us after Jonathan walked out of Isabelle's bedroom.

"Do you guys want to watch Doctor Who with me?" He asked shyly.

Both Isabelle and I grinned at the little boy. "Of course! And we can watch it here." Isabelle pressed a button and a flat screen appeared.

Max fist pumped. "Yes! Okay, I'm going to get my sonic screwdriver." He ran out.

Who would have known that Max was a little Whovian?

The night passed with ease. Max, Isabelle, and I watched episode after episode until all of the seasons were finished. Even the originals. "So . . . What do you guys think of Clara?"

"Hate her," Isabelle and Max replied at the same time. They high fived and flashed their sonic screwdrivers.

Out of nowhere, the Tardis started going off. I looked at Isabelle with furrowed eyebrows. Who could that be? Isabelle raised an eyebrow at the look I was giving her. "Didn't you hear the Tardis go off?"

Isabelle shook her head. As did Max. "It's been quiet, Clary."

I shivered and tentatively stood, scared of what my mind would create tonight. Isabelle followed suit and I pushed the Tardis door open. There stood mom with blood trickling down the side of her mouth. Her clothes were bloodied and her face looked beaten. My hand flew to my mouth and I backed up.

"Clary? What's wrong?" Isabelle grabbed my arm, worried. She looked behind her. "Max, get my phone. I need to call─"

"No!" I cried sharply. I gathered myself and shakily said, "Please do not call Jonathan. I don't know what just happened. I thought I saw something." It was just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. "I was wrong. There isn't anything there."

Isabelle looked torn. "He said to call if anything happened. This is included in 'anything'."

"Please," I pleaded with her. "I'll tell him tomorrow."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "All right. Let's set up for bed and watch a movie."

For the rest of the night, both Isabelle and Max kept a close eye on me. I knew I'd have to explain sometime. Max was curled up beside me with Isabelle on his other side. I awed at how cute he looked when he slept. He looked adorable. Once he was out for the night, Isabelle turned on Dexter and we were so engrossed in it that we didn't even realize it was morning.

We'd watched Doctor Who and Dexter all night. Jonathan was going to kill me for sure. I probably have dark circles under my eyes knowing my luck. Isabelle looked at me and we started laughing. Neither of us were tired to be completely honest. It was weird hanging out with another girl all night. I'd only ever had Simon, Magnus, or Jonathan. We stood carefully, not wanting to wake the sleeping boy.

Someone was in the kitchen when we headed down for breakfast. It was Isabelle's father, Robert. He was making pancakes, French toast, and bacon. Robert offered us some, which we gratefully accepted. Max actually joined us with Maryse a half hour later. We all sat at the dining room table with tons of food surrounding us. It felt nice to be a part of that. Especially since I've never really had family moments like that. And if I did, it was only with my brother and guardian.

"So, Clary, Isabelle tells me that you're also a huge Doctor Who fan?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, Mrs. Lightwood."

Maryse smiled. "Please. Call me Maryse."

Again, I nodded. "Okay," I smiled. "Thank you so much for the breakfast! It tasted amazing."