AN: Hello people. These reviews... God you guys are good at this. Okay, so this chapter is pretty fast-paced. A lot happens in a short amount of time. Okie then. Please review, favorite, follow, and all that jazz. :)

Disclaimer: (I figured I should start putting these in here.) I don't own the Mortal Instruments series, I just make them have babies. All rights go to Cassandra Clare.

I wake up with a headache. What happened? I look around quickly. The room is in complete darkness except for a cheap light hanging above my head. I attempt to get up but I find that I'm tied down. To a chair. Quickly sighing, I kick my heels off and pick one up between my feet. I manage to grab it, only just, though. I use the sharp heel to cut the thick, but weak, ropes. Thank God for Izzy.

Standing, I realize that my legs are seriously cramped and my feet are swollen. I internally groan. Why now? I can hear muffled voices coming from the doorway and footsteps approaching the room I'm in.

I lie still on the floor trying to limit the rise and fall of my chest. My eyes are closed and I try my hardest not to squeeze them shut. The door opens and I hear Jonathan's voice.

"Clary?" He whispers. "I'm not supposed to be in here but I'm on your side."

I reluctantly open my eyes, one by one. On Jonathan's face is a scared look, his bright green eyes wide with fear. Wait, green eyes? Last time I checked, Jon's eyes were black, soulless pits of hate. Now, they're green tunnels of pure life and energy. How much have I missed?

"Clary," he says, looking relieved. "You're alive."

"Of course I am," I snort. "Why are you here?"

"I was taken too. I don't know what Father's up to but it's not good. He's in with some kind of... drug business or something. But himself and his clients are out for a little while so we have some time to escape."

"Why are your eyes green?" I blurt out then cover my mouth, blushing.

My older brother laughs and grins.

"Turns out that Daddy dearest decided that injecting me with snake poison when I was in Mom's stomach was a good idea. That's why Mom's still recovering. It was running through my blood so I decided to take it out. It was a long process but it was worth it. The poison made my eyes turn black and gave me no control of my body whatsoever. Sorry for... whatever I did to you while I was intoxicated with that crap."

He doesn't even remember what he did to me. Good enough.

"Any escape routes been discovered so far?" I ask him, trying to change the subject.

"Nope," he pops the 'p'. "Not yet. We can look, though. I've already disassembled the microphones and cameras in this place. We're fine."

"Any service?"

"Actually, yes. But I don't have my phone. Do you?"

I check in my back pocket and find the rectangular block of iPhone. I grin and pull it out. These idiots didn't even think of confiscating it. I try to call Jace. He doesn't pick up.

I try to call Isabelle and she picks up on the first ring.

"Clary?" Her usually perky voice sounds tired and weak.

"Isabelle?"

"Oh my God, you're alive!" She sounds instantly happy again.

"Hey," I smile weakly. "What's up?"

"Are you okay? Is Charlie okay?"

"We're both fine," I say. "I just got a slight headache."

"Okay. THEY'RE FINE!" I hear Iz shout over the other line. "Where are you guys?"

I look to Jon and put Isabelle on speaker phone.

"24th Parker Street. Come and get us."

"Who's that?" Isabelle has her flirty voice on.

I roll my eyes and chuckle.

"It's my older brother, my good older brother, Jonathan. Say hi Jon."

"Heyyyy," he grins.

"Okay. Jace and Alec want to talk to you people."

"Clary?" I can hear Jace's worried voice over the phone.

"Hi there," I beam.

"Oh my God, you're alive!" He breathes out. "Okay. Where are you guys?"

"24th Parker Street. You guys need to be here in the space of 2 hours," I reply.

"Okay. We're coming to get you guys. I'll let Alec speak to you."

"Clare-bear?"

"Hey, Xander," I smile. "What's up?"

"Are you guys okay? We've been worried sick."

"Mhmm. We're fine, don't worry about it."

"Alright. We're in the car right now, coming to get you guys."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, Clare."

He hangs up and I lean against the wall.

"What do we do now?" Jonathan asks me.

"Now, we wait."

About a good hour later the door burst open. Isabelle runs in and practically tackles me in a hug.

"CLARY!" She shouts. "Why would you disappear for a week and leave us completely clueless about your whereabouts?"

"A week?" I exclaim, surprised. "Well then."

Alec bursts in next, his bright blue eyes scanning the room frantically until they land on my older brother and myself. He also tackles us into a hug, his tall frame squishing me.

"Come on guys," Alec helps us up.

"Where's Jace?" I ask, worriedly.

"In the car. Keeping watch. Let's go."

We walk out the front door of the warehouse. Yes, a warehouse. Very creative, Father. We see Jace in the car, his hair ruffled and a mess. His golden eyes meet mine and he smirks. I grin back, too happy to put up with his arrogance.

We pile in the car but not before Izzy tells Jonathan to turn on a camera in the house. He does and before Isabelle gets in, she gives it the middle finger with a ski mask on her face. Then, she breaks the camera, takes the ski mask off, and we all drive away.

AN: Alrighty then guys. Ski masks, cameras, and cell phones can save the day. LIFE LESSON. LET IT BE LEARNED.

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