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Chapter Six

Recover

Clary, realizing what had been happening, tried to draw another portal as quickly as she could. Jonathan ripped the stele out of her hands and pulled her hands behind her back, and covered her mouth, to stop her from being so loud. Jonathan pushed her against a wall and held her, ignoring her punches and kicks.

"How did they find you? Talk now or find out what happens when you don't!" he yelled at her.

Clary's eyes hardened. She didn't know how they found her, but she wished the Shadowhunters had come into the house sooner and rescued her. Was Jace with them? Clary needed him to find her, she couldn't take this much longer.

"I don't know how they found me. Oh, and back at the old apartment, was that fear I saw from you? You really are scared of what they'll do to you if they get you?" Clary laughed for what felt like the first time in months. "Actually, maybe you're more scared of what Jace will do to you. At least the Clave will be somewhat civil," she said, almost smiling. She enjoyed pissing him off.

Jonathan growled and flung her across the room. She jumped up as he came stalking towards her.

"If I hear the name Jace one more time Clary, I swear," he said in a voice thick with hate and anger. His hands were around her neck, not to choke her but to threaten her. Clary faked as best as she could, a look of guilt and fear. Jonathan's face, red from anger, began to fade into its usual coloring. He took her arm and roughly and pulled her into a bedroom. He tossed her down into the dark room and left, locking the door. She immediately jumped up once he was gone, and surveyed the area. It was hard to see around without sunlight or a lamp, but much like her older one, it was just a bed. Clary sat on it and prayed her plan worked. She sat in the dark and waited.

"No. No, no, no, no," Jace stared at the wall where the portal had closed. Isabelle rested her hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"Alright everyone. Search the house for clues to the whereabouts of Jonathan and Clary," a Shadowhunter announced, and people began to disperse. Jace and Isabelle stayed in Isabelle's room.

"We were so close, so goddamn close," Jace said, sadness in his voice. Isabelle frowned, obviously sad, and surveyed the room.

"I'll check the bathroom, you check her bed," Isabelle said, walking toward the bathroom. Jace sighed and walked over to Clary's old bed. On the end of it was a notebook and a case of pencils. The notebook was opened and when he looked at the picture Clary had drawn, he almost smiled. It was a half-finished drawing of himself. He looked through the rest of the notebook for other things Clary might have drawn, or clues of some sort. Disappointed, he set down the notebook, not finding anything.

The rest of her room was bare, except for the window with iron bars laid across it. He scanned the room again, and then bent down and looked under the bed. A pile of something was in the back, and Jace reached for it.

When he pulled the pile out, the back of his hand brushed against something bumpy on the wall. He made a note to check it out. On inspection of the pile under the bed, Jace found it was a bunch of clothes. Jace felt sick when he looked through some of the items. Short dresses that were mostly see-through, all sheer tops, lace. Jonathan made her dress in this kind of stuff? Jace really wanted to kill this guy now, more than ever.

Jace pushed aside the bed, and found marks on the wall, he looked closely at them and realized they were words.

Paris

Rome

Germany

If we move

Come find me

Jace smiled and chuckled. Clary, God, she was brilliant. If they happened to move, she left locations where they might be.

"Isabelle!" he called, and she came in with bags of evidence. He gestured her over, and she read the words over, her eyes widening.

She grinned, "By the Angel, I hope this is legit," she said. She called in some more members of the Clave and they examined the wall as well. In the end, they agreed to have some of the Shadowhunters go to Paris, some to Rome, and the rest in Germany. Jace, Isabelle, Alec, and some other Shadowhunters were in the Paris group.

Jace really hoped that they would be in the right city. He needed be with Clary. He also really needed to murder Jonathan. The group went back to the New York Institute and made up some plans. They planned to attack at midnight, so that they could try to catch Jonathan by surprise this time. So Jace sat in his room and waited.

Jonathan couldn't stop looking outside the windows and pacing, in fear more Shadowhunters would appear. His plan had been going places, and now Clary had hope. Hope that Jace would come find her, and rescue her. Hope, he hated hope.

He knew that he couldn't keep an eye on Clary and the windows at the same time, so he marched up to her room and pulled her out. She protested and fought, but it appeared that her heart wasn't in it too much. He held her as he looked around, and slowly his nerves started to calm. How would they even know where they were? They couldn't. Jonathan slowly started to get less paranoid. Around 8:00 at night, he realized Clary and himself hadn't had anything to eat. He guided Clary to the dining room and sat her down as he microwaved some frozen lasagna. He sat down and looked at Clary as they ate. She'd occasionally glance at him, but only for about a second. Her hair looked like tendrils of fire. Her face was red and her arms and legs were bruised, and Jonathan cursed himself for that. The bruises seemed to impair her beauty for Jonathan. Still, he'd have her whether she was looking like her normal self, or like this.

Jonathan didn't want her to go upstairs, because he was still worried that she would break out or someone would break in, so he made her stay downstairs with him. She looked annoyed about it, but she didn't say anything. As much as he hated to admit it, Jonathan liked it when she was fiery and fierce. He didn't like her as much when she was all quiet like she was now.

He glanced at his watch. It was about midnight, but Jonathan didn't feel tired. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clary look around, then look back at him. When he turned to look at her, he noticed her eyes were more alert.

"Jonathan… About what happened earlier. I'm sorry for fighting back. Is there anything I can do, to make you forgive me fully?" Clary said, almost seductively. Jonathan's hand brushed against her cheek, and instinct took over. He pulled her towards him, kissing her. She actually kissed back, and his hands travelled to her hips. He felt her head move against his shoulder, like she was nodding. Giving him permission? Jonathan didn't care, he kissed her neck and was about to continue down when he heard the clang of metal. He whipped around, and he felt something sharp at his neck. He looked down as best as he could and saw that Clary was holding a knife around his neck. When he looked forward, he saw about ten shadowhunters standing about five feet away, swords at the ready. Jace, that bitch Isabelle, and her brother were at the front of the group.

"You whore," he growled at Clary. She laughed, and the knife pressed against his throat. "You planned this. How did you get the knife? How did they find us?" he spat. Jace stepped closer, his seraph level with Jonathan's heart.

"Remember those pencils and pens you gave me?" she said. He could tell she was smiling. The dots connected almost instantly. He told her where they could go if they got along while they were eating. She must have left a message with the supplies he gave her. The nodding he felt earlier must have been her telling the Shadowhunters to come forward. Jonathan felt stupid. He had fell right into Clary's trap, just as she did with his.

Seeing Clary kissing Jonathan as his hands travelled up her shirt was definitely not the highlight of Jace's day. But Clary had made eye contact with him, then nodded the Shadowhunters on, raising a finger to her lips to ask them to be quiet. Jace had saw her pull at Jonathan's belt to get the serrated knife he held there out. She was clever, so clever. Now here they were, Clary holding a knife against his throat and Jace holding a sword at his heart. They were quite a pair. Clary had bruises all over her arms and legs as well as one on her cheek. Still, he thought she looked gorgeous and he couldn't wait to kill Jonathan with her. Clary looked strong and fearless and… brave.

"Any last words you son of a bitch?" Jace growled.

"Just one… Goodbye," he smirked. Before any of them could react, Jonathan pulled a remote looking thing out of his pocket and pressed a button on it. Just like that, poof, he was gone.

"No!" Clary yelled and she threw the knife at a wall. She wanted him dead as much as Jace did, maybe even more. Clary looked up at Jace and the anger and frustration seemed to melt like in her eyes. The two ran to each other and kissed. Clary winced, obviously injured, and Jace pulled away. The spark that Clary always had was back in her eyes, but sadness was also there.

"Come on. Let's get you back to the Institute," Jace said, as he pulled off his jacket and helped Clary put it on.

The two walked out, holding hands, so glad to finally be together. A large tower illuminated with golden light caught Clary's eye. She stopped to stare, and Jace put his arm around her.

"The Eiffel Tower. Second most beautiful thing in the world," Jace said. The other Shadowhunters walked past them.

"And what's the first?" Clary asked her eyes still fixed on the tower.

Jace stared at Clary for a long time, and he leaned down to kiss her. He broke away after a few seconds, and smiled at her.

"You."

End of Love and Death