She steps down the last few stairs and shock that her father is there registers. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Jonathan just got me from my study and said there was something pressing going on with you?" Valentine asked.

"Not exactly -" Clary said.

"She and Jace were having a quickie upstairs," Jonathan said.

"Jon!" Clary shrieked. She got in her brother's face and said, "I've had it up to here," she gestured at her forehead, "With you messing around in my love life."

"Clarissa don't be mad at your brother," Valentine said soothingly. "Apparently Jonathan knows more about this subject than I do. Care to fill me in?"

Jonathan sighed. "She got super drunk last night and I had to come get her from Brooklyn. She puked all over Jace and all over the R8. She and Jace had a raging fight last night because Jace called her a whore."

Valentine's pale eyebrows shot into his receding hairline. "Clarissa do you have anything to add to that?"

"Jace and I made up. I'm not mad at him anymore." Clary said plaintively.

"Sir, I could go if you want?" Jace said, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"I think that would be a good idea. Clary, why don't you say goodbye to your friend in the foyer and then we can talk about this." Valentine suggested heavily. It wasn't really a suggestion, more of an order.

"But Dad! This is so unfair!" Clary pouted.

"You heard me, go say goodbye," Valentine said.

"Fine," She took Jace's hand and savagely dragged him into the foyer. She kissed him shortly and unhappily. "Call me."

Jace went without another word to her, she rolled her eyes as she went back into the living room. He was such a chicken shit for being afraid of her dad. She sighed loudly as she walked back into the room with her father and brother.

"Is what Jonathan said true?"

"Yes but -"

"No butts Clarissa. If you're going to misbehave then you need to do it at a hotel or at the young gentleman's house. You can't be bringing people here, security would have a fit."

"But daaaaad!" Clary whined.

"No, I'm serious. It's a huge security risk to have your… dalliances... in the house. Does he have a key card?"

"No," Clary said pouting at her dad.

"Good. Jonathan and this young man have some kind of argument, am I right?" Jon nodded and Clary just stared at her Converse.

"Well I reckon your brother is a pretty good judge of character and if you're out all hours of the night in Brooklyn, getting so drunk Jonathan has to bring you home then I would rather you didn't see this young man again. I'm going to instruct the security team to go with you whenever you leave the house unless you're with Jonathan. It's something they should already be doing but I'm going to be checking in with them regularly now. Clarissa, we've got to keep you safe ok?"

"Yes, father," Clary said still staring at her Converse.

"Ok, you two can go now," Valentine said.

Clary moped away and Jonathan was close on her heels. She was heading for the loft to get all the clothes of her's out of her brother's bedroom and put them back in her own room. Once they were out of view of Valentine, well on the way to the long hall the lead to Jonathan's loft, Clary pushed her brother into the wall.

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT?" She shouted at him.

"You're out of control Clarissa!" He said, voice shaking with suppressed anger and frustration.

"What? Just because I'm not as saintly as you? News flash, none of us are as good as you!"

"Clarissa I'm not asking you to be anything like me but you have to understand that we're worried!"

"No, you're not worried you're jealous!" She screamed at him.

"Clarissa I don't have the patience for this." He was getting a migraine like he always did when they fought because he was rubbing the side of his temple.

"Just admit it, you're jealous of Jace! You're -" But she was stopped from saying anything else because Jonathan put his hand over Clary's mouth.

"Not another word until we're in my room. Unless you want your precious daddy to find out we've been fucking?"

She kept her mouth shut and opened the door to the loft, stormed through the living room and kitchen and into the only bedroom in the loft. Jonathan was hot on her heels. He closed and locked the door and said, "Ok, go ahead, give me your worst."

But Clary didn't say anything. She pulled her fist back and attempted to punch Jonathan. He dodged the blow and wrapped his arms around her to prevent her from punching him again. "Stop it!" She wrestled against his grip and shrieked with frustration. She wanted to hurt him! She was so annoyed and upset! Why did everything she did have to be her brother's business! She clawed at his arms with her acrylic nails and screamed. He threw her down on the bed.

She tossed her hair out of her face and snapped at him. "We're never having sex again, you read me!? I should have never gotten involved with my brother like this! We practically live together! You're such an asshat!"

"Clarissa get your shit." He said chest heaving with the effort he'd just spent trying to keep her from doing bodily harm to herself or anyone else. "Look, I'll see you in a few days, I need to think about where we're going and if there's a future for us."

"Fuck you!" Clary raged. She started flinging her things from the closet, and then the dresser. She gathered her clothes, sketch pads and accessories in a big bundle and gathered them in her arms and started making her way down the long hall and back up to her room.


Jon had one mission, get Clary to take the pills she needed to so she could be herself again. It was three days after the incident with Jace and to his knowledge, she hadn't left the house to see anyone. He was waiting in line at the pharmacy when a text came in from their chief of security.

[ incoming text; Security ] Clarissa slipped past us in Macy's and we don't have a read on her location.

[ outgoing text; Security ] Use her phone to locate her. I shouldn't have to tell you these things.

[ incoming text; Security ] Yes sir.

He got the pills from the pharmacy and dialed Clary's phone. It rang several times and Clary answered. "Jon?"

"Yes, what are you doing slipping your leash?"

"Oh my god they were making me nuts! They won't let me get 20 feet away from them."

"Yes well, you're making me nuts right now. Where are you sneaking off to?"

"Cool it, I just went to the liquor store."

"You're not supposed to be drinking. I'm bringing back your meds now."

She scoffed. "I'm not taking that crap. If I have to poison my body it'll be with Grey Goose and not some bullshit a doctor prescribed."

"I don't really see much of a choice right now," Jonathan said sternly. "You can't keep going on like this."

"Yes, I can. I don't see what's wrong with a little smoke and drink."

"It's called self-medicating and it's very dangerous. I spoke to your new doctor and he wants you to come in."

"We're going to have to tell them that I used a fake ID," Clary said.

"No we won't because you're not going to be going there, I've arranged for you to meet with the new family psychiatrist."

"We have a family psychiatrist?"

"We do now. Dad arranged it. This guy is good, he promised to see you and re-do your psych eval. He'll spend more time with you."

She sighed into the phone he thought he heard a liquor bottle being opened. "Yeah ok I'll meet with him." There was a pause. "I missed you, Jon."

"I know, I missed you too but you're still acting out and we've got to do something about it before you hurt yourself or the tabloids get ahold of it."

"I am not acting out. Just because I almost fucked Jace in the house you and Dad are freaking out."

"Yes you are, I'm not going to argue with you about it."

"Fine, whatever you say. I'm almost back to Macy's I've got to go."

"Ok, tell security to bring you home."

"Ok. Bye Jon."

He hung up and sighed deeply.


She felt vaguely ill. She'd been drinking straight Bacardi for the last thirty minutes. There had been a wreck on 5th Ave and they had to wait in traffic so she sat there, with a water bottle full of Bacardi sipping slowly.

Security escorted her into the elevator and into the main house, she stumbled a couple of times and she could see Jon looking at her annoyed.

"Give me the liquor," Jon said softly as she walked in and flopped onto the couch.

"It's dragon fruit Bacardi. Hell no." She half slurred. Her reflexes were far too slow for her to stop the hand that snatched her bag. He fished out the water bottle that was now leaking dragon fruit scented Bacardi into his hand.

"You're about to meet the new psychiatrist and you're plastered, wonderful."

"Shut up Jon." She said lamely.

He brushed off his hand and chucked the rum. They had to talk after this and she knew it, that was mostly the reason she'd gotten drunk.

The new psychiatrist stepped into the room. He was an average height man, with glasses and very short cut hair. "Hello, Clarissa." He said, his voice had a thick Eastern European accent.

"Um… hello." She said, tilting her head at him.

"My sister has been drinking, can you still to her psych eval?" Jon said levelly.

"Unfortunately, no. She needs to be sober for that. Should we arrange for her to go to detox?" She didn't know what this man's name was but he had a lot of gall to say something like that. She wasn't an alcoholic she was… living the life.

"No, I don't think that will be necessary. She will be here again tomorrow at noon, Dr. Koltz."

"That sounds good. I'll see you both then." Dr. Koltz said.

Jon took her by the elbow and led her back to the loft. Clary hadn't been here in three days and she didn't know what to say to her brother. She knew he was jealous of Jace (whom she hadn't heard hide nor hare of in the past three days) which he should be technically. She didn't love Jace like she loved her brother but that was different. He sat her down on the couch and grabbed a bottle of water for her. He cracked it open and handed the cap and bottle to her. "Drink, I want you to be relatively sober for this."

"Water isn't going to sober me up."

"Well, I'm out of coffee so it will have to do."

She shrugged and took a sip. The cool water felt good on her lips. The Bacardi had burned her throat with all the alcohol.

"Did you want to talk about something?" Clary offered.

"Yeah," He said, sitting down next to her and putting a bit of distance between them. "How much did you drink by the way?" He asked her

"I don't know, probably 3 shots worth? It wasn't a big bottle."

"Oh ok." Jon seemed to be stalling for time. "Sooooo… have you heard from Jace?"

"Why do you want to talk about Jace?" Clary asked frustratedly.

"Because I want to know how he's treating you," Jonathan said.

She paused, what was she supposed to say? Jace had been MIA for the past three days. She'd texted him, twice hoping he would say something to her. Maybe he was too embarrassed to say anything to her. "You want the truth?"

"Of course," he said.

"He hasn't talked to me at all. He's read my text messages, but not responded. I think he's mortified."

"I would be too. That would be like Jace catching you fucking me, with other obvious ramifications. But Jace isn't what's important right now, are you still mad at me? I'm still a bit frustrated with you and I'm not really sure what to say. You moving your stuff out of the loft made me crazy."

"It's been very lonely in my room." She said, fidgeting with the cap to her water bottle.

"It's been so weird because I'm used to smelling your perfume every time I'm in the house and I haven't smelled it in three days." He inhaled deeply and smirked. "Its Dior isn't it?" Jonathan asked his sister

"Yes, Miss Dior Cherie. It's the only perfume I've ever used."

"It's like coming home." Jonathan hummed. "Are you wearing it now?"

Clary tilted her head to the side, giving him access to her neck. She pointed to a spot on her neck, "Right there." She also had it on her wrists but that had been put on this morning and was definitely worn off.

Jonathan pulled her into his lap. From here he could faintly smell the perfume, it was a blissful mix of floral and fruity and made his mind hum with good memories of the two of them. Her high school graduation, his acceptance to college. He could remember spinning her around on the dance floor on a family vacation. "I love you." He breathed, his mouth was very close to her ear so barely said it above a whisper.

"I'm sorry." She rushed to say. She wrapped her arms tight around him and breathed him in. "I'm so sorry. Things are out of control right now and I don't want to worry you or make you think I don't love you as much as the moon loves the stars." She swallowed tightly.

He pulled back and looked into her green eyes. She returned his gaze, looking into his equally green eyes. "Don't worry about it. I know things are broken right now, I know you're not ok I'm here to fix things, I'm a fixer Clarissa. I'm going to make sure everything is ok." He said as he pulled her tight to him. She didn't think they'd had a chance to really talk about things like this for ages. She wanted to just stay here, wrapped in his embrace for as long as possible but before she knew it he was pulling away.

"How're you feeling?" Jonathan asked her.

"More sober. I wasn't that drunk in the first place." Jonathan sighed and she could smell mint on his breath.

"I want to…" Jonathan said and flushed a shade of pink.

"I want to too," Clary said, looking at him steadily.

"There's something more, something important."

"Yeah?" Clary briefly brushed her lips across her brother's.

"I want to start a family."

Clary sucked in a breath.


I swear I'm not trying to leave you guys with a bunch of cliffies! I was going to keep writing but this was the perfect place to leave it. What will happen to Jace? Is Jonathan for real? All things you should consider and definitely leave a review if you enjoyed!