A/N: Ok! 4th chapter up! I'm sorry this took me a few days, it had to re-write some of it! Thank you for the reviews they've all been really lovely!


Morning came bright and early. Clary had been throwing up into the toilet for the past thirty minutes. "Are you sure you're not pregnant?" Jonathan said scathingly.

"Shut the fuck up." Clary snarled from her position over the toilet bowl. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," Jon said disparagingly. "You're broken and I'm trying to put you back together but you're fighting me."

"I'm fine, Jon. I just got a bit out of control!" She felt a wave of nausea roll over her and she vomited bile into the toilet.

"That's disgusting Clarissa."

She sighed. She was hot and sweaty from getting sick. Maybe she should take a pregnancy test. Jon handed her a glass of water which she sipped carefully, kneeling by the toilet. Quickly, she went to her bag which was sitting on the bed and pulled out a ten dollar bill. "Get me a pregnancy test and a can of chicken soup from the pharmacy."

"What's it going to look like if I walk into a pharmacy and pick up a pregnancy test?"

"It's going to look like you think a woman in your life is pregnant," Clary said.

Jonathan sighed and slumped his shoulders. "I'll be back in a minute."

Clary went to the fridge in the loft and got a jello cup. Maybe if she just stayed on clear liquids she wouldn't vomit everything up. She didn't get sick again when Jon got back. He had two cans of Campbell's chicken noodle soup and one Clearblue pregnancy test. Jon was looking a little nervous, she didn't know why they hadn't fucked without a rubber in over a month. Her mind stuttered on that thought… Had she gotten her period the month before?

Fuck.

"I'll be right back." Sometime's Clary's periods were irregular. She always ended up getting a period eventually so she didn't worry about it. She wished she got her period every 28 days like clockwork but that wasn't how it was for her.

She peed on the stick and used the timer (an hour glass looking thing) she bit her lip until it almost bled. Luckily it was a digital test so she didn't have to go through the agony of finding out which sign meant what. There was merely the word, "not pregnant". She jumped with joy.

She opened the door and shouted to Jonathan, "I'm not pregnant!"

"Thank god for small miracles." He grumbled.

"What was that Jonathan?"

"Nothing, dear!" He said with a smirk.

"Can you make me some chicken soup?"

"I suppose," Jonathan said.

"Thanks, babe."

Clary was just cleaning herself up and making it so she didn't look awful. "Do you even want kids Jon?" She asked loudly

He was making his way to the kitchen in the loft. "I mean, someday, when I'm ready, yes."

"So someday when you're like 35 and can't get a boner anymore?" Clary said, giggling.

"A little Viagra never hurt anything," Jonathan said with a smirk.

"Ewww Jonathan." She was out in the kitchen with him now and he was stirring her soup.

"Are you going to lay off the alcohol now?"

"What makes you think that?" She said airily.

"I dunno, what if you had been pregnant? I hardly think it would be difficult to get pregnant with the way you're always having sex."

"You know as someone who's benefiting from my my love of sex I'd think you'd complain less."

"Who says I'm benefitting?" Jonathan asked her, sarcastically. She knew what he meant though. She was sleeping with anything she could get her hands on. Who knew, maybe next she'd be onto girls? No, probably not, she couldn't imagine eating pussy. She knew it must be at least a bit hard for him to see his sister run around with every guy she could get her hands on.

She sighed. "I'm sorry ok? I know you want it to be just me and you but how am I supposed to go out with you? We can't be seen in public kissing or anything!"

"That doesn't mean we can't date. We could just go to out of the way places and no one would ever know."

"What happens if someone finds out? What would happen if someone saw us and told dad? He would disinherit both of us!"

"No, he wouldn't. I think he'd just be concerned." Jonathan said

"Concerned my ass," Clary grumbled.

Jonathan poured Clary's soup into a bowl and slapped her ass with force. She let out a little shriek. "Eat your soup. I'm sure you're dying to go back and fuck anything with a dick to ride."

"Shut up Jonathan!" The urge to dump the soup on his head coursed through her menacingly but she pushed it down. "Ugh!"

She ate her soup, texted one of her fuck boys to see if they were around and flicked the TV on. Her phone went off and she picked it up.

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] How're you feeling?

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Fine.

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] Do you remember puking on me?

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Vaguely?

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] Are you still mad at me?

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Yep.

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] Can I come over? I want to talk.

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] You think I'm a whore what is there to talk about?

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] I said that in anger, you know I don't believe that.

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Ok, buddy.

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] You don't get it do you? You're not an easy person to love but I do love you and you mean a lot to me. Think about it, you waterfall puked on me last night in the middle of Brooklyn and I had to take a cab back home. Your brother is (more) pissed at me now than he was before. Can we please talk?

She thought for a minute. There weren't many guys in New York who would be so chill about the drama that went on last night. Jace was begging for her forgiveness when she should be asking for his. Maybe they could chill for a bit and talk.

[ outgoing text; J. Herondale ] Yeah, ok come through around 3 pm?

[ incoming text; J. Herondale ] See you then.


Jace rang the buzzer at exactly 3 pm. Clary went down and opened the door for him.

"Hey." He said shyly. He seemed to have gotten the smell of puke off him pretty well.

"Hey." She said, she could start to feel the guilt coming down on her for treating Jace that way.

"Come in, I just had pizza delivered." They walked into the main kitchen, a wide open space with high ceilings and a gas range, stainless steel refrigerator, and breakfast bar. There was a pepperoni pizza on the counter, waiting for them to eat. She hoped she could keep the pizza down, she was still feeling a bit nauseous from her earlier bout of getting sick.

Jace took a piece of the pizza and asked, "Have you got anything to drink?"

"Yeah, there's a twelve pack of Cola in the fridge." She knew he'd been hoping for beer but she wasn't ready to start drinking yet and she knew if he started they'd both get drunk. This was a conversation she needed to be sober for.

He took out two colas and brought them to the table. He slid one in front of her. "So let's talk." He said.

"You first," Clary said.

"Well, I want to apologize for getting angry with you. I know you said you were going to get checked out, like a psych eval, but you never told me the results. If you want to share that with me then that's fine but if not, it's no pressure. Anyway, I know you can't always help it when you get… horny."

She sighed. These were the kind of conversations she hated. She knew Jace didn't mean to call her a head case and she knew that's not what he was saying right now so she took a deep breath and plunged forward. "Yeah, I did get a psych eval and the result was that the doctor said I have something called bipolar disorder? I don't really know what it means and the doctor wanted me to take some drug called Lithium for the rest of my life and it was just really weird. I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure what to say to you and there was no time with you getting arrested."

"I've heard of that. I think it's pretty common." Jace said before taking a bite of pizza. "Yeah there are meds you can take for it but I don't know much else about it. It sounds kind of serious though don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Dad wants me to take the meds for it and I'm sure Jon does too."

"Well don't you think it would be a good idea to at least try?" Jace asked.

"Well, I guess… It just seems like a drastic option to prevent me from fucking everything in sight."

"Well eventually you're going to get an STD or get pregnant and you don't want that do you? You're 21 you have a lot of life to live." Jace said seriously.

She hated when he got serious like this. "Sometimes I wish you didn't care so much." She said softly.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Why's that?"

She was thinking, she wanted to only wanted to love one person but that wasn't possible, was it? She loved both Jace and Jon. Sure, there were other guys as well but they were one or two then done. Over the past several months she'd racked up a terrifying number of sexual partners. "Nothing, nevermind." She muttered.

He put his hand over her's. She noted his fingers were long and definitely meant to play an instrument she couldn't remember if he still played the piano. "If you're sure."

"I am," Clary said. They finished their pizza in silence and when they were done they put their dishes in the sink and made their way to the second floor of the penthouse where Clary's room was. She had been spending so much time at the loft with Jon she'd forgotten to tidy up. There were sketches on her bed, a couple pieces of clothing on the floor and her desk had a layer of papers on it.

She sat down on the bed, toed off her converse and pulled her shirt off, exposing the creamy skin of her chest and pretty pale pink bra. "C'mere." She said softly.

"Clary I don't know…"

"Please?" She asked. "Makeup sex is always the best, babe."

He sighed and stepped into the room, closing the door. He kicked off his shoes and tugged his t-shirt over his head and went to sit next to Clary. Clary admired the bare expanse of his hard chest and toned stomach. "Kiss me." She said, barely above a whisper.

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, pressing softly against her. She wanted something rougher though, she didn't want soft loving makeup sex. If she had wanted soft and loving she could have gone to Jon. She broke the kiss, "Harder."

Jace understood her and gathered her hair behind her head and took control. He pulled her rope of fiery hair and tilted her head up. "Like this?"

Clary didn't say anything, just moaned. "That's what I thought baby girl." Jace popped her bra off and laid her down on the bed. Her tits were a distraction. She was wearing shorts so he popped the button on those and slid them down her long legs. She was wearing a purple thong. "Mmm did you wear this for me?"

"Yes," She said breathily.

"Good girl." He said, praising her.

"Finger me," Clary whined.

"Bossy today aren't you?"

"Do it!" Jace slapped her pussy through her thong lightly. The friction was delicious but she needed more.

He pushed her panties to the side and slid two fingers inside her. She was already wet with anticipation. "Jaceee," Clary whined.

"Shhh. You don't want your brother to hear us do you?"

She flushed red and shook her head. Jonathan would be livid if he caught them. Jace slid a rubber out of his pocket and ditched his pants and boxers. Clary looked down at his cock and grabbed for it. "Let me suck you off before you put the rubber on."

"Ok." She didn't have to ask him twice, Clary's head was legendary and she knew it.

She rolled over on the bed so she was laying on her stomach and the bed was at the perfect height to suck his cock. She latched her lips onto him and swirled her tongue around the head. She hummed lightly, knowing that made him crazy. Jace's hands were pushed into Clary's heavily knotted hair. Neither of them cared much about the state of her hair. Jace bucked his hips into her mouth and she accommodated his length. She was sucking him with force and she could feel him start to pull away.

"You're wayyy too good at that." Jace murmured.

"You don't want more?" Clary asked.

"No, I want to be inside you," Jace said.

"Ok," She rolled back over and spread her legs. He ripped the foil of the condom wrapper and rolled the rubber onto him. She licked her lips… He had the best cock.

She slid into her and they both sighed in pleasure. "Hard and fast." She whimpered in his ear.

He went hard and fast, pushing into her with his all, gripping her hips tightly and fucking into her hard and rough.

Neither of them heard the footsteps coming or the knock at the door. As the door was flung open, Clary moaned an especially filthy, "Oh Jace!"

"What in the name of seven hells!" Jonathan screamed from the doorway. He had been standing there all of two seconds but he knew exactly what was going on. "Jace get the FUCK out of my sister!"

Jace was already pulling out and going for his pants. He still had the rubber on but that didn't matter. He put his pants on and put his shirt on backward before running out the door.

Jonathan looked close to physical violence against Jace. Considering Jon was still black and blue from his mugging incident it looked a bit strange. "Clarissa!" Jonathan shouted. Jace was probably waiting for the coast to clear down in the living room.

"Jonathan stop interfering in my love life!" Clary snapped at her brother. She was pulling her clothes back on, shaking with rage.

"He's a scumbag!" Jonathan said indignantly.

"We were making up!" Clary shouted savagely.

"Oh yeah, I can see that!" Jonathan said with a wry laugh. "He has no idea what it's like to worry about you! Wonder where you are, what you're doing and God only knows who you're doing it with!"

Clary was fuming, how dare he! "I can take care of myself, Jonathan!" She said stabbing him in the chest with her finger. She still didn't have a shirt on.

"Put your clothes on and if your loser of a boyfriend hasn't disappeared then we're going to have a pow wow!" Jonathan walked out and shut her door with such force a fissure appeared in the wall.

She screamed with rage. Damnit! Things would be so much easier if they were bros but no, they had to be at each other's throats all the fucking time. It was twice as bad because she couldn't tell Jace the real reason Jonathan was so mutinous. She was sure this was Jonathan being possessive of his girlfriend, not his sister. The thing was Jonathan would tell their father if got too out of control and she couldn't have that.

She put her shirt on, combed her hair and stuffed her feet in her shoes. She came down and Jace looked like he was about to run for it but Jonathan had summoned their father from his study. She was royally and utterly fucked.


Ohhh dear a cliffy. I'm sorry! This was just a good place to end the chapter so alas this is where I decided to end it! Leave me a review! Tell me your theories on what Valentine will or won't do? Don't forget he's concerned dad in this fic, kind of like Luke?