A/N: Guest reviews are awesome but a bit hard to respond to! The guest that commented about a possible jealousy sub plot - it's going to happen but not in the way that (I think) you're thinking of? The boys will have some tense moments for sure but I don't want to give spoilers!


Clary woke to soft sunlight pouring in through the skylights in the loft. Something was poking her in the butt, which she was pretty sure was Jon's morning wood. She yawned and checked her phone. It was just after 7:30. She needed to be at school by 8. But why not skip? She was just going to get herself in trouble if she went anyway. Over the past couple of months, the crowd she'd been hanging out with at school had changed drastically. Her childhood best friend, Simon Lewis, had essentially disowned her after she had punched him for saying she should stop sleeping around. He'd had a black eye for nearly two weeks and Jonathan ended up having to get involved so Simon didn't press charges for assault.

She sighed. Jonathan didn't have much to do today but she should really go to school. Jonathan turned and pulled the covers over his head. Shit, she'd woken him up. She rolled over and curled into his body. "Good morning, sleepy head."

"You need to go to school," Jonathan grumbled, his voice was muffled by the pillows and blankets though.

"I know," Clary grumbled.

"I'll shower with you if you get going." Jonathan offered.

"Does that mean shower sex?" Clary said eagerly.

"Perhaps," Jonathan said through a yawn.

Clary bolted from bed, in nothing but her sleep shorts and a tiny tank and sprinted for the shower.


School was a (thankfully) uneventful affair. This was very good because she was at risk of being expelled from the University she was attending. It was just a community school (she had no idea what she wanted to do) but if she was expelled from there she would never be able to go to a bigger school. She'd gotten into a verbal altercation with her sculpture teacher a few weeks back, the professor had said Clary had a bad attitude, and in hindsight, she was probably right, but Clary had pressed her case and said the professor shouldn't comment on students' personalities. It hadn't ended there, the professor, while unprofessional as it was had made a comment along the lines of 'if you weren't busy being passed around the entire school like a venereal disease maybe you could devote more time to sculpture'. Needless to say, Clary had flown off the handle and backhanded the professor.

Clary was riding home in Jon's R8. It was Friday night, and Friday night was party night. She was looking forward to seeing the group of friends that she drank and danced on bars with. She was 21 and her friends were all in their early 20's. Jace Herondale and Clary were the ringleaders of their friends. Clary had dubbed the gang of friends she partied with as "The Circle." They were a tightly knit group.

"I think I'm going to go to Valentino's tonight," Clary said while looking out the window. They were passing Time Square and there was a lot to look at.

"Oh really?" Jonathan asked. "You know I really wish you wouldn't," Jonathan said pouting at her. "It's not exactly safe for you to be out on your own while you're wasted."

"But I'm never alone," She said, turning toward him.

"Yes, you are! You think one of those sleazebags that you party with wouldn't drug you and rape you without out a second thought."

"If you're talking about Jace-"

"Of course I'm talking about Jace!"

"Well he doesn't need to drug me he can get it whenever he wants." Clary snapped at her brother.

"Are you dating him?" Jonathan said, starting to get irritated.

"Not really. We just fuck and party." Clary grumbled back to her brother.

"So you're dating him. Because we all know you don't actually do like a normal relationship where you would go on coffee dates and sit in Central Park together. No, my sister sleeps with dudes on the first date, probably without a rubber."

"Don't be disgusting." Clary snapped.

"You know that's why I wear a rubber when I fuck you? Because I don't want to get anything. When was the last time you got tested?"

"Five months ago." She was cringing. She didn't like it when her brother implied she was a whore.

"Tomorrow we're going to get tested," Jon said sternly. "And we're going to buy rubbers before you go out tonight."

"Tomorrow I'm going to still be drunk until like fucking noon!" Clary grumbled.

"No, you're not. I'm going to come out with you tonight and keep an eye on you."

"Jon!" Clary barked at her brother. "You can't!"

"Oh yes, I can!"

"Jace doesn't like you!"

"So what?" Jon said snappishly.

"You're going to ruin my night!" Clary squeaked. She was furious with him! How dare he ruin her fun!

They pulled into the parking garage where all of the Morgenstern cars were assembled. Jon pulled the R8 into a spot and got out without a word to his sister. Clary swore a low oath and grabbed her bag. She chased after Jonathan. She caught up to him, damn he was fast and she spun him around to face her. "Stop it, Jonathan! Just stop it! What do you want?" She shouted at him.

Jonathan gritted his teeth. She could hear his molars grind together. "I want you to take care of yourself! I want," He broke off in a maniacal laugh, "I want to be able to fuck you without worrying I'm going to get a life threatening disease!" He knew this was not the time or the place to be screaming that he was fucking his sister. He was so frustrated though! "Did you ever think that I actually care about what happens to you? Do you think your life is worth more than just a roll in the sheets with Jace fucking Herondale?" Jonathan screamed at his sister.

"Jace understands things you can NEVER understand!" Clary screamed back, even more, vicious than her brother.

"Like fucking what?!" Jonathan said in stunned disbelief.

"LIKE WHAT IT'S LIKE TO FEEL FUCKING INSANE!" Clary bellowed at her brother.

Jonathan had red blotches appearing on his face from suppressed rage. He shook his head, more upset than anything. "You know what? It doesn't matter. You're always going to risk your neck and you're never going to take those pills, are you? I should have known." Jonathan's eyes looked watery, that upset her more than anything. "Get out of my sight," Jonathan muttered to his sister. He jogged off into the elevator and left her there.

Shit! She'd done it now. Jonathan had been her only ally in this whole debacle and now she'd lost him too. She texted Jace. Her hands were shaking.

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Can you pick me up tonight? Jon and I had a fight.

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] Of course baby. Want to talk about it when I get there?

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] No, let's just go straight out. I need to go hard to forget about this.

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] Ok. See you at 9?

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Yup

She sighed. She didn't realize it until now but she was crying. Silent tears leaked down her cheeks and she ran to the elevator and pressed the button for the 30th floor. She could smell Jon's cologne lingering in the closed in space of the elevator.


He was late, Clary thought to herself as she stared down at her phone. It was 9:23. Jace was always on time to meet her. She hoped something hadn't happened to him. She shot off a text to him.

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Dónde estás?

She locked her phone and looked at the time. Maybe she should just go talk to Jon? No, Jon was furious with her it would only make things worse. Something about Jace not showing up was spooking her though. Quickly, she checked the NYPD's bulletin of recent arrests. There were a ton of names to scroll through but there, in black and white was Jonathan Christopher Herondale with a mug shot and all. He'd been arrested for a DWI. She scoffed, perfect, this was fucking perfect! Her night already sucked and Jace had decided it was a good night to get arrested.

Before she knew what she was doing her feet were carrying her to Jon's loft. She knocked twice and when he didn't answer she tried the door but it was locked. She knocked again, louder. "Jon if you're in there - please - open up!"

There was some muffled swearing and the sound of something being thrown. "Clarissa go away!"

"Jace got arrested!" Clary shouted through the door. Her hair was falling out of its neat updo because she was pulling on the strands.

There was a pause, a long pause and then the door flew open. Jon's face was black and blue, his nose was askew and he had a bandage on his head.

"What the fuck happened to you?" She said, shocked.

"I got mugged," Jon said simply.

"And you were ignoring me and not seeking medical treatment because?"

"I reported it to the cops but didn't go to the hospital. I was coming back from the florists' with flowers for you." Jon's eyes were again, red rimmed and puffy.

She didn't say anything she just hugged her brother to her as closely as possible. He gasped though and she drew back. "My ribs are bruised."

"I'm going to-!"

"No, you're not. I'm fine, everything's fine. I didn't want to tell you because then you'd feel bad and I just kept thinking…" She noticed the loft was dark like he had turned off all but the accent lighting in the kitchen.

"What were you thinking?"

"That if he'd had a gun I would have been dead and I would have died with you mad at me."

Clary could feel tears sting the back of her eyes. "Jon… don't."

"Come in," He said, swinging the door wide for her to come in. But she paused. She knew what he wanted to say, what he'd been dying to say for ages.

"Fine." She said resolutely. She stepped in and turned on the light in the hallway so she could see. He had fairy lighting on next to the couch. She came in and sat down on the couch in the loft. She still had her clutch with her even though she wasn't going out. "What exactly do you want to tell me that can't wait?"

He sunk down onto the cushions next to her. He took his hand and laced it with hers. "You're so important to me."

"I know," she said, rubbing her nose. She had silent tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you sure you're alright? Shouldn't we see if your ribs are broken? Get your nose fixed?"

"Do you want to spend the whole night at Bellevue?"

"No but… I don't want your nose to be crooked forever."

"How about… we get a house call?" Jon suggested.

"Ok. I have a doctor in my phone." Clary said.

"Before we do all of that," He paused and took a deep breath. "We need to talk about us."

"Us? We're not dating Jonathan." Clary said, still crying. She could see the light bouncing off his bruised and broken face and it made her heart hurt.

"How would you feel about, dating in secret?" Jonathan said cautiously. He sounded like he didn't want to upset her. "Because I can't see myself dating anyone else, honestly. And Clary," He paused, "I love you."

She sucked in a breath. She knew she loved him too. Did she know what love was? Probably not. She knew her world revolved around Jon and seeing him hurt like this, both from their fight and from being beaten up, made her chest ache with heartache. "I love you too Jon, more than anything and I'm sorry we haven't talked about this before now." She gave a great shuddering breath. "Please let me call a doctor for you. I'm so worried."

Jon pulled her close to him. She pressed her small body close to his. "Jon I love you, so I'm going to call the doctor ok?"

"Ok."


The doctor showed up 15 minutes later. At this time of night, she was surprised it didn't take the doctor didn't take several hours to come to them. The doctor was listening to Jon's chest and Clary was holding his hand.

"Is he going to be ok?" Clary asked, her eyes puffy and red-rimmed.

"I think your brother has a punctured lung. What exactly happened when you were mugged?" The doctor asked.

"I was carrying flowers back to the penthouse for my girlfriend and this guy with a ski mask came from behind me and tripped me. I fell, and he started beating me up and he took my wallet. He kicked my ribs and bashed my head on the sidewalk."

"Well you're very lucky this isn't worse but you do have a broken rib. You must have a very hard head because you don't have a concussion." The doctor said.

"Do I need an x-ray?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes, I assume it's pretty painful?" The doctor asked. "Don't be brave, no one is handing out medals for braveness."

"Yeah, it does hurt," Jonathan said.

"Ok, well you can come to our office tomorrow morning to get an x-ray. I don't think there's any reason to go to the hospital tonight."

"Oh thank goodness!" Clary said. She felt like she could cry she was so happy. She was having way too many emotions tonight.

"Yes, and some ice on those bruises will make them heal faster."

"What about his nose?" Clary asked

"It's broken, but the only way to fix it is surgery." Clary grimaced. How the fuck would she explain to their father that Jon had to get surgery for his nose because he got beat up.

"Ok well thank you, doctor, for coming out to see us." She fished around in her clutch and handed him 500 dollars. "That should cover it, right?"

"Yes, it does. Thank you and have a good night."


They didn't do much that night, they ordered in Italian food (Clary got spaghetti and meatballs and Jonathan got spaghetti bolognese) and Clary made quick work of a pint of Bacardi. Jon barely let her out of his sight all night. She could get used to this, being cared for and loved by her brother in a way that was romantic and calming. She was surprised Jace wasn't out yet, she had no idea what the protocol was for a DUI but she assumed they wouldn't keep him all night? Who knew.

In any case, the alcohol was getting to her. She was more than a little buzzed, and it was time to sex up her brother. "Babe," Clary said, giggling lightly, "can we fuck?"

Jonathan looked up from his phone. He was checking the Hong Kong market. "Did you drink all of the Bacardi? You could have saved me some!"

"Sorry!" She said laughing. She didn't know what was funny but she was amused. This was why she liked drinking, she felt happy when she was drunk.

Jon rolled his eyes at her. "I guess we can fuck, but I think we're going to have to be really careful. I'm pretty sore."

Clary scooted closer to him on the couch. She wanted to get in his lap but that would probably hurt. Her phone went off and she fished it out of her pocket.

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] I am /so/ sorry! I got arrested for DUI. I can meet you in like 20?

She looked at the time on her phone it was close to midnight. It would be a late night if she went out now. Everything she'd been trying to escape earlier had faded into nothing. She wasn't mad at Jon anymore.

"Jace wants to meet with me," Clary said to her brother.

"Oh yeah? Where was his sorry ass?" Jon was scowling at her.

"He got arrested, I told you," Clary said simply.

"Oh, right," Jon said as he scooched away from his sister.

"Jon, don't start something."

"Does it matter to you at all that I'm in love with you?" Jon bit out.

She sighed. "Of course it does! But that doesn't mean I don't get to live my life!"

"Clarissa that's bullshit," Jon said bitterly.

"No, it's not!" She got up, overbalanced and wobbled slightly.

"You're fucking wasted Clarissa you're not going anywhere!" Jon said, sounding angry.

"Whatever!" Clary said, finding her balance and stalking out of the loft to go get ready to meet Jace.

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale. ] Could you make it 15?


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