Two Months Later

After hours of painting on the old brick wall of the art ally, Clary finally put down her brush, clenching and unclenching her sore, stiffened hands and wrists. She took a few steps back, and finally took in her great masterpiece. A smile spread it's self upon her face as she looked up at the perfect strokes of her brush on the dirty old blackened brick. She beamed thinking that if Jonathan were here, he would be proud.

Valentine had received a life sentence in jail. Soon after that, he had some how gotten hold of a knife and killed himself in his cell. Clary would never forgive him, but she felt an odd sense of gratitude to him. Gratefulness that he at least had the decency to remove himself from the world where he wasn't wanted.

Jonathan was another story. Clary had decided that hating Jonathan was too hard. As brief as his role in Clary's life had been, it was important, and despite the trauma that he'd put her through, happy memories of lunches in the food court, or nice comical discussions during their walks in central park, were usually what accompanied the sound of his name. His face still managed to make it's way into her nightmares, but it was never him that scared her. It was usually the dark, too friendly-looking figure behind him that woke her up screaming. At that point, either Jace or her mother would come into her room, and cradle her back to sleep.

" Wow." A deep male voice said behind her.

Clary was already smiling. Before she even had a chance to turn around, Jace wrapped his arms around Clary's waist and kissed her cheek.

" That looks amazing." He said into her ear.

She smiled wider, if that was even possible, and turned in his arms so that she could face him. Jace had gotten a smudge of green paint on his nose from when he'd kissed her. Clary started to giggle uncontrollably at the sight.

" What?" Jace asked amused.

" You got paint on your face, right," She poked his nose with her pointer finger, " here."

He snatched her finger, using it to pull her forward, and kiss her on the lips.

" You mean you got paint on my nose." He siad teasingly.

They laughed before Jace finally asked Clary what the painting was.

" I tried to paint what had happened to me I guess…" She trailed off, not knowing how to explain her project.

The painting showed a phone, a fast food cup, and a gun, surrounded by a green smoke like vail, the same colour as her eyes. As his eyes.

" The green is kind of in honour of Jonathan, because even if e was the reason I was there in the first place, he saved my life. Both our lives. I realized that for the first time, last week."

last week was Jonathan's funereal. Clary had sobbed, again, and Jace had been quiet for the whole thing. Jocelyn had shed silent tears along with Maryse and the Lightwood children. Clary hadn't even realized that Jonathan was close to Izzy and Alec and Max as well as Jace, until that moment, when Izzy looked down at the coffin being lowered into the ground, and a silent tear rolled down her cheek. For the rest of the funeral, Izzy seemed just as collected as always, but as soon as they were home, she ran up to her room, shut the door, and didn't come out for the rest of the day. Clary walked by once, just to see if she was okay, but when she got to her door, she heard tiny silent sobs. Max's eyes were red when he came down for dinner that night, and Alec wasn't wearing his habitual easy smile.

" We were all pretty close with him," Jace explained to her that night. " Izzy especially. Sometimes Izzy uses her upbeat personality like a shield form her own emotions, but they always catch up with her. Max tries to do the same. He idolizes Izzy, but he's not quite as good yet. I've caught him crying a few times these past months. He really liked Jonathan. We all did."

Clary looked back at her painting and continued to explain further to Jace.

" The cup is what Jonathan drugged me with, that night at Taki's," Jace nodded, waiting for her to continue. " The gun is for when you found me, and Valentine tried to shoot you," Clary paused, but couldn't muster the courage to look up at Jace. " And the cell phone is for the beginning."

Clary thought back to that day, the day it all began. The day she received a strange phone call, from a guy named Jonathan Morgenstern.

Thank you everyone for reading! I hope you've enjoyed this story. I know the plot was obvious, and that my writing was still rough, but I really did enjoy writing this story for you guys. If it weren't for all of those follows and favourites and reviews, I would never have finished this story. I love you all and I hope you guys stick around to read more of my stuff :) I'm planing on another TMI fanfic right now. It going to be a trilogy with TMI mixed into some fairy tales... I'm really excited to start it. Anyways, Thanks again for all of your supports throughout these chapters, I couldn't have done any of it with out you guys!