Chapter Two - Connection

Clary yawned quietly, she saw a flash of white blonde hair and smiled. She made her into the kitchen, her eyes glancing briefly at the clock mounted on the wall. 6:05, it was real still early.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked. He was pouring himself a cup of coffee, freshly brewed. His eyes were sunken in, he looked tired, but he still managed a devilish smirk.

"Did I keep you up last night?" She teased as she walked over to put a bagel into the toaster. She leaned her back against the counter next to Jonathan.

He draped an arm across her shoulder and pulled her into his side. Clary folded her arms. "You and angel boy?" He raised a brow, as if contemplating something. He took a big gulp, setting his cup down. "You wish." He playfully pinched her side.

Clary drew her pencil forward, sketching into her notebook. So focused, she hadn't even known someone had entered her bedroom.

"Clary?"

"Yeah?" She answered back, not really paying attention, she had the get the angle of his face just right.

"Clary!" Jace said with a little more force. She craned her neck back over her shoulder, from her desk.

"What's wrong?" She asked, closing her sketchbook before Jace saw. She started tapping her pencil out of habit, itching to get back at her work. She could he was slightly annoyed by her.

"It's about Jonathan. You can't let him stay. I can't believe Jocelyn—"

Clary sighed. She was tired of arguing about this. "He's my brother Jace. He stays with me."

Green eyes. They looked exactly like hers.

Scars. So many of them. All along his back.

Jonathan was on top of her. Hands on her neck.

"I want you Clary."

He pulled back his lips, and bit into her shoulder.

Clary woke up with a gasp. Her hand feeling her throat. She relaxed not feeling anything. She brushed back her bangs and the matted hair on her neck. She needed some air.

It was just a dream, it always a dream. She had to keep reminding herself that. They were memories, at least they felt like memories, but that was impossible.

Jace let out a frustrated sigh. His fists clenched at his sides.

"He hasn't surfaced in weeks, it's been difficult to track his movements." One of the governing council members reprimanded, he looked down at Jace with disapproval.

Clary slipped a hand onto his shoulder, trying to get his attention onto her and calm him down. Jace turned to her briefly, but his focus wasn't her.

They were in a meeting the Council. As soon as Clary had gotten to the Institute, Jace had informed her they had been called upon the by the Clave. She could tell he was agitated and annoyed. He felt like he needed to do something, anything besides sitting around and waiting for Jonathan.

"Then why did you summon us?" Jace responded with seethe, his blood was boiling. His patience had been running short recently. Jace had been hoping to hear good news, not be lectured about his disobedience and inability to follow rules. Rules were meant to be broken.

"The council wishes to speak to Clarissa Morgenstern." All eyes turned to her. Her features darkened, Clary hated when people referred her as that. She wasn't a Morgenstern, the name was still so foreign to her, a part of her she refused to understand and accept. She would always be a Fairchild. Clarissa Fairchild was her name. Morgenstern would only connect her to Valentine and she hated it.

Clary stepped forward, a step in front of Jace. Her brow was slightly raised, her mouth shut as she waited for them to continue. They wanted something from her and she had a feeling it had something to do with her brother.

"Valentine's son has been difficult to track." Clary thought it was a tad bit funny that the Clave always referred to him has Valentine's son and not as Jonathan. "We have come to known that you are connected to him." Her head turned, slightly cocked to the side, she wasn't exactly sure where they going with this us. Clary felt the need state the obvious, but she held back her sarcasm. "Your blood Clarissa. It shouldn't be a problem, just a few drops, that is all that is needed, and of course your presence. A few hours of your time perhaps."

"Why do you need it?" Jace asked for her, stepped in front of her protectively. "I thought we were trying to find Jonathan."

"You misunderstand. They share the same blood. If we have her, we have him." The high consul stated. "We need Clarissa to find Valentine's son. The Silent Brothers will find him."

"How do you expect to do that? I thought warlocks could only do tracking spells, we—"

The consul raised his hand, stopping Clary in mid-sentence.

"No spell. We think there is a bond between you two. Something that will lead us to him, through you. If we find that connection, we can find him. He has hidden himself very well, only you can do this Clary."

"Why not Jocelyn's blood? He is her son, need I remind you. She was the one who gave birth to him." Jace asked. He slipped his fingers into hers, pulling her closer to him. Jace didn't exactly trust the Clave, he had a problem with some of the people who were in charge. They wanted to use Clary because she was powerful, they would try to use her.

"That is irrelevant." The consul members waved off the idea. "Clarissa's connection to him is stronger than her mothers. Jonathan has never tried to reach out to Jocelyn. He wants Clarissa, he seeks her out, has he not been?" They turned to her once again, no less expecting an answer from her.

Clary's lips twitched. How could they have known that? Unless they had been spying on her, she wasn't sure. Or was this just a test to prove her loyalty to the Clave? After all she was Valentine's daughter, no matter how many times she proved herself, they never failed to remind her.

"Jonathan has always wanted to me." She kept her voice even, her face expressionless. Jace squeezed her fingers. From the corner of her eye, she he could see his scowl forming deeper into a frown.

"Yes, of course." The consul matched her expression. "Will you help then Clary?" It sounded like she had no choice. She thought Jace might protest, but he didn't.

It was starting to make sense now. How Jonathan could always find her, popping out of now where, going undetected without her knowing. If he was able to find her, then she could have the ability to find him too.

It was settled then, she would go see the Silent Brothers.

Back at the Institute, Jace was pacing back in forth, in front of the fireplace. The Lightwoods were already there waiting for them. The council had requested to only see Clary, Jace had tagged along not wanting to leave her alone and unprotected, not that she minded. Jonathan wasn't stupid enough to show himself in Idris out in the open, but having Jace around made her feel safer.

"What did they want from you?" Isabelle had asked as soon as they had stepped through the portal. "Was it about Jonathan?"

"Not exactly." She hesitated a moment. "They need me to find him. They want me to go see the Silent Brothers, and I will tomorrow."

"The Silent Brothers? We haven't even been able to find him. How does the council expect them to?" Alec scoffed.

Clary's lips pursed. "The council thinks we're connected, more than just by our blood. They want to try to find him through me." Clary still didn't want to believe there was more than just Valentine's blood that connected them together, but if it meant stopping Jonathan she was willing to try anything. Who knows what their father did to them when Clary wasn't even born.

Isabelle shrugged and dropped herself into a chair. "It's been a month, it's worth a short."

Clary glanced back at Jace, he'd been quiet on the way back. He caught her eye, but turned away from her before he started to fidget with his blade.

"Has Jonathan been following you, Clary?" He asked, his tone underlined with harshness.

Clary blinked, not understanding for moment why he was asking. She shrugged like it was nothing. "You already know why he wants me."

"You didn't answer my question." Clary detected a hint of anger in his tone. His temper was raising. "Did you see him? Has he shown himself to you?" His mouth formed into a tight frown.

Her eyes widened a moment, like she he had been caught off guard before they fell to the floor. Clary sighed, her gaze lifted to meet Jace. She tried to pick her words carefully. "Yes, I've seen him, but it doesn't mean anything. Please, Jace don't—"

It already too late. She flinched from his anger. "It doesn't matter? It's Jonathan! Have you forgotten what he's done to me? To us? To everyone? Why didn't you tell me?" He deeply scowled.

Isabelle jumped from her seat. "You aren't solving anything by yelling." Clary had forgotten she was even here. Everything just always disappeared when they were arguing.

"Look it doesn't matter anymore." She was surprised to hear that from Alec. "But just out of curiosity, why didn't you say anything." He raised a brow.

Clary fingers were fisted at her sides. She was trying hard to lash out at something. She was irritated by the fact that she couldn't explain herself. They wouldn't understand. Jonathan was everywhere but nowhere.

"I'm sorry." she started off with an apology. "It's hard to explain. He's like a ghost. He's in my head. It's like I'm having dreams about the brother I've never had and it's getting harder to control. All I see his him when I close my eyes…" Her voice trailed off. She tried her best to explain herself. Clary looked for everyone's reaction. They didn't seemed to accept it, especially Jace.

/a.n./ It's been a while, yes, but I have a month off in a week. The writing will come in spurts. Enjoy.

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