Au: I would like to dedicate this chapter to Hannah/shadowhunterlover 00 for supporting me and being the best person ever.

Nathan's POV:

I was looking out the window, watching the rain run down the panes and flood the gutter with extra water. as a figure dashed towards our house from next door. It was Max.

Next door had about 7 floors. My house only had 3. Next door was basically a mansion though. All the houses were but next doors was the biggest. A second later there was a pounding on the door. I ran out into the corridor and crashed in Jake and Evey.

"What's going on?" I asked at the same time my siblings asked

"What's happening?" and

"Who's that?"

"Help! Let me in!" A voice yelled through the door. We all sprinted down stairs. What was so wrong that Max would have to come running to us? When we got down our dad had let Max in and mum was wrapping him in a towel to stop him dripping on the carpet.

"There's no time! You need to help, come on!" He grabbed dads hand and tried to pull him out the door. Dad stopped him.

"Woah Max. What's wrong? Where do we need to go?" Mum wrapped Max up again and forced him to sit down and tell us.

"Mum and dad went out and it was Clary, Jace, Izzy and me alone. The storm started so we all went downstairs. Then there was a crash. Clary led us upstairs and we found out that there were robbers. They had a knife. Izzy and I had to ring the police but we couldn't get through. Clary knocked two out and then we had to run into the laundry room. They locked us in but Clary had planned it.

"Me and Clary had to climb up the laundry chute and I had to run here. Clary had to distract them and get Izzy and Jace out. Then they were going to trap them and - oh can I use your phone?" Mum and dad gasped at the tale and Evey fainted. Jake caught her and laid her on the sofa.

"And what Max?" Dad asked urgently

"And we have to go and save them now!"

"Why did Clary knock the men out? Why was she planning to trap them? Doesn't she know that's dangerous?" Mum asked and Max nodded.

"Yeah but it's Clary." He said as though it could explain everything.

"She's amazing at fighting and knocking people out." Mum pulled him into her lap and started to dry him with a towel. Dad ran to the phone.

"The lines dead!" He announced. Anger coursed through me. We had to help them. I also felt amazed that a girl as small as Clary could be that good at fighting and, more importantly, why she could fight and shimmy up laundry chutes.

Jake was pacing the room and Max was on the verge of tears.

"Please help them!" He begged and my dad, who was usually so calm, said in a scary calm voice.

"Oh we will. Boys come with me!" Jake and I were led to the kitchen.

"We have to help them," I said quickly.

"There's only one thing for it, we three will have to go over. I'm not having your mother, sister or Max going over. It's our job to help them." There was a thump from next door followed by a stream of curses and a scream. Dad ran to the games room and handed us baseball bats, rolling pins from the kitchen, hockey sticks and other such items. I looked at them, dubiously.

"It's all we have!" He said. Once we were loaded up we went back to the living room.

"Stay here with Max," Dad ordered and glared at Evey when she tried to protest. She fell silent.

"Be careful!" Mum said. Max was on her lap, gripping her hand tightly.

We ran outside and to the house next door. Dad kicked the door open. A man stood holding some sort of sword things. He held two and forced them towards Clary's throat.

"Clary!" We all yelled. I looked up to see Izzy restraining Jace. Clary bent backwards, her neck arching, so that the swords missed her throat. It looked like something that would happen in a movie if I was completely truthful. Clary kicked the guy in the stomach and he fell backwards over the sofa. Clary was wielding a knife. She stood, silent and still, watching and waiting. Jace and Izzy crept around to behind her. Jace looked pained. Dad moved forward.

"Alright, stop this now!" He ordered. The guy stuck his head up and Clary chucked a knife. The man ducked just before it hit him. If he hadn't moved then the knife would be in his brain and he would be dead.

"I said stop it!" Dad yelled. The guy jumped and launched himself at Clary. He grabbed her throat and smashed her head to the floor. He leered down at her.

"The pretty ones always have a bite," he smirked and Clary gasped for air. Jake and I pulled him off while Jace rescued Clary. Her throat has red marks around it. The man kicked and struggled, twisting to get free. Dad restrained him and Clary came over. She got right in his face.

"You know, I know a place," she walked around to the back of him, trailing her fingers over his back. "where you can pierce the heart and server the spine at the same time," she brought a knife out, trailing it over his back. "Who sent you?" She asked. The Clary I knew was gone.

"No- no one," he spluttered. He was scared and I had to admit I was a bit too.

"No one? So why did you come here?" She asked, her voice a husky whisper.

"We... We were gon- gonna r...r...Rob it," he managed to get out. Clary walked around to face him.

"Really?"

"Y...yes," he was sweating bullets. Clary studied his face for a minute before leaning back and walking straight into Jace's arms. The door burst open and the police poured in. They arrested the guys, took statements and asked if we had any clue who they were or what their names were. After that they left.

"What you just saw," Clary turned to Jake, Dad and I. "Does not leave this room. You do not speak of this to anyone and you certainly do not spread rumours. Am I understood?" She asked, her voice deadly quiet.

"And why is that?" My dad asked.

"We can help you Clary," he protested and she laughed.

"No one can help me. I am broken. You can hold the pieces together or tape them up but I am still broken. My family are the only people that could even dream of a future where I wasn't broken. Where I was complete. Where they had fixed me," she ended her mini speech by saying.

"Do you must understand why you can't tell anyone. I am broken into pieces and if anyone knew then those pieces would turn into dust." She had a fair point. Her life would be hell but I was still confused.