Sorry for the late update. I had an English controlled assessment and I have exams next week, and revision is not going well :L why do I have to get so distracted. Anyways here's the story and thanks for all your reviews, favourites and follows.

Disclaimer- I do not own the mortal instruments series. All characters are created by Cassandra Clare, however, I created the plot.

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Izzy's POV:

I awoke with a throbbing pain in my head. By the angel I never knew I could have such a bad headache. I never had them this bad after some of the worst nights of my life. I finally sat up and dangled my feet over the side of the bed. Shit, my heel is broken. God this has got to be the worst day ever. I stretched and studied my surroundings whilst taking off my shoes and placing them beside the bed. The walls were damp and grey. I could hear water dripping and echoing down some corridor. The bed, or flat metal surface in which I was sleeping on was as hard as fuck. I shook my head, hoping I could shake away the pounding inside my head, resulting to make it worse. It felt like someone was using it as a drum. Eventually I noticed the dirty blonde lying at my feet.

"Jace?" I asked.

"Hmmm" he grumbled "five more minutes". Typical. Almost automatically he opened his eyes and rushed to my side.

"Izzy, you're awake." He exclaimed "Are you alright? Does it hurt? Do you-" I had to cut him off, otherwise I'd be stuck with his interrogation for hours on end.

"Yes I'm fine except this dam headache and my beautiful heels are broken" he rolled his eyes. did he honestly think I wouldn't care? They were my favourite Jimmy Choos. "Jace" I eventually asked, "where are we?" I could see the look of remorse in his eyes, "We are in a prison somewhere. I don't know the location or any way we can get out. I'm sorry."

Magnus' POV:

"I love you too Alexander"

Fuck. Fuck. FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK.

What the fuck was that? I was lying in bed next to the boy I supposedly loved. Did I say it because I was caught in the moment? He told me first so did I just say it to make him feel better? I smacked my head against the headboard.

"Shit. That hurt!" I almost screamed. My hands automatically rushed to the throbbing back of my head. Alec almost hummed in his sleep in reaction to the noise. I smiled. It's so sweet. He doesn't realise but during the time we were together, I used to enjoy his unknown mannerisms, on how he used to speak in his sleep and how he sometimes sucked his thumb when a storm was brewing. Why do I still feel like this around him? When his eyes fluttered, on the brink of opening, my stomach flipped. He tried to cut my life short. Why am I not still angry at him? Should I have forgiven him already? Or am I giving in too early?

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Clary's POV-

I fluttered my eyes open. Everything hurt. Something wasn't right. The room I was in was white. No windows. No cupboards. No nothing except the bed I was lying in and a white door. Pain rushed through my legs when I jumped from the bed. My legs were like jelly and I constantly fell to the floor trying to balance myself. After many attempts I reached the door and shook the handle. It was no use. I was too weak to open it even if it wasn't locked. Out of exhaustion I collapsed to the floor and studied the room. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't get my head around this bad vibe. My eyes became incredibly heavy. I couldn't keep them open when trying my hardest. I gave up and passed out against the door.

A few hours later.

I opened my eyes again. I was back in the bed. Who had moved me? I was a prisoner, wasn't I? Who would care about my wellbeing? I sat up. A sharp pain came from my stomach. I breathed in quickly louder than I thought I would. Surely I could deal with this, I've had much worse. But that wasn't the thing which scared me. It was the chuckle and the warm lips which hovered and kissed my neck.

"This can't be happening" I tried consoling myself. It's only a nightmare Clary. Keep it together. I closed my eyes for a moment before reopening them to find myself in my bed. But that didn't happen. I was still here.

"Oh, but Clary" he whispered into my ear "but it is".

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