A/N : A big thanks for the reviews. It make me think about some alternate endings for this story, but for now, this is the next chapter of my story. Please enjoy. :)

Part Five – Magnus Voice

I know that my brother was in danger, I knew I had to help him, but I hesitated.

I thought of Jace. His expression when I called Jonathan back there in Valentine's Apartment. He would do anything to stop Jonathan.

So, why should I let my feeling drawn me? It was just a dream!

But it felt quite real fo me now.

So I ran towards him who still lumbered in fear. I scooped him into my embrace and with one movement I was carrying him. It was a little bit difficult because I tried not to touch his wounded back. His body stiffened in my arms, but he was smart enough to not screamed.

"Relax, Jonathan," I whispered in his ear as I kept running through the wood. I knew it must be so strange to be carried by someone you couldn't see, "I won't hurt you. For now, I'll protect you from your father."

Jonathan, either shocked or trusted me, didn't resist when I hugged him. I kept on running till we reached a wide lake.

I slowed my steps, looking back to find out if Valentine was still chasing us or not. I breathed in relieved to find that he wasn't. I stopped near the water, trying to caught my breath.

I'd never been here before, but I guessed Jonathan had. Anyway, this place was in his dream.

I lifted Jonathan down from my arms, and had to caught him immediately. He slumped down and I had to hugged him to support his weight.

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly. Still invisible for him. He pulled away from me in a blink of an eye.

"Who are you?" He asked me with voice fulled with caution, "Show yourselves!"

No, I thought, smiling. I wouldn't allow you to see me. Not ever.

But something in his expression touched my heart. It was the firm look in his eyes. He looked so…

I didn't have a words to describe it. It was just inhuman to see that little kid had such an expression like that.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," finally I spoke.

"Then show yourselves!"

"I can't."

Yes, of course I couldn't. did you think I was out of my mind? It was Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern who was standing before me. I wasn't crazy enough to just show myself. What if he did something to me when I appeared?

"Then there's no reason I have to trust you," jonathan stared through me. He couldn't see me, but clearly, he could tell where I was. He had an awesome ears to guess where my voice came from.

Well, he was Jonathan, wasn't he? I couldn't expect him to treated people nicely.

"What about, I'd just save your life?"

I said that words and almost burst a laugh. I recalled the moment when Jace saved me from the demon in my house. Now I knew what he thought just there.

"I didn't need your help," my brother said firmly. But somehow he became more pale. His lips were white.

"Oh would you feel better if I just left you with your father there?" I rolled my eyes even I knew he couldn't see me, "I doubt it."

It must be a tease in my voice that made him become angry.

"What do you know about my father?!"

That he is a psychopath. I almost said that but I could stopped myself in the very last moment. I thought of something.

"I know your father, but I know your mother better."

At once, Jonathan's eyes grew even darker. He gazed at my direction with a gaze that supposed to kill me if it could.

Now I could see why my mother was afraid to his own son. He was so young, but even I could see that he was so inhuman. There was no six years old boy who looked at you as if he wanted to kill you.

Oh, actually, there was. He was my brother.

"You know my mother?!" he asked loudly. Nearly yelled before he shut his mouth up for awhile.

"She left me," Jonathan continued. Shortly, fiercely, but all his feeling as a six years old boy reflected there.

Angry, hurt, heart-broken, neglected.

Mother carry the key of our soul, but you threw mine away.

"Your mother didn't know that you're alive," I took a step closer to him, "She's still mourning when your birthday comes. She thinks you're dead already."

At first I thought Jonathan was chilled out. He looked away. But when he stared back to me, he did with a full determined eyes.

"That still doesn't answer the question, why did she leave me?" he insisted with the same tone. I could see his hands started to tremble.

I fell silence.

To be honest, I didn't know how to answered that question. Honesty would sound so cruel if I said it right now.

"Is that because I'm a monster?"

I gasped.

"Who told you that?" I shouted. Right after asking that, I did know exactly who the hell had told Jonathan about that, "Your father?"

Jonathan nodded.

"I'm a monster," he quoted Valentine's words, "I was born to be a fighter. There's no other choice, isn't it?"

Then he formed a fists. His expression hardened as he continued.

"My mother left us because she hate me. Because the demon blood in me. Even my mother unable to love me. No one could but my father, but…"

He stopped in a sudden. So sudden till I couldn't hold myself to asked.

"But?"

Jonathan scanned the place where he thought I was standing, trying to looked straight at me but of course it was impossible. Now he was expressionless.

"I know father frequently leave to meet that boy."

My heart sank. I knew exactly which boy did he mean.

"Father leaves for him, taught him so many things too, but never treat him like he did to me. Why? Does he better than me? Stronger than me?"

I could say nothing. Just stood there and listened to him as he blurted out all his feeling. He seemed like a normal boy who was jealous with his brother.

Only in a scary way.

"I have to grow stronger," he said with a stern determination, "I'll become stronger than everyone else. There'll be no one stand beside me, even my father. I have to be stronger than that boy. I am better than him."

No, you're not, I thought to myself, Jace is the best.

I'd known about this superior feeling things, but I didn't realize it started since he was so young. He told me before that no one is better than him but I refused that thought. Still, for me Jace's the best.

"Your father said that?" I asked in surprised.

He nodded.

"I had never met anybody but my father. I'm alone."

His tone was fixed. Filled with cold, evil, hatred. But at the same time he sounded so lonely.

I looked down at him and couldn't help myself but felt sorry for him.

"When you wake up, you'll know that you are not alone anymore."

I was thinking about his dark shadowhunters, but somehow it didn't felt right. Just like Valentine he would gain a lot followers. But still, he looked a little bit lonely when he talked to me.

At least, if he were really alone, things would never be this hard. The fact was, he were not alone at all when he tried to destroy the world.

The little Jonathan gazed me with his dark eyes, but now those eyes looked so clear.

I forced myself to move closer toward him, stretched my arm to touch his shoulder.

Jonathan jerked and about to pulled away.

"I don't wanna hurt you," I said to stop him. I had to tear the rune or he wouldn't wake up. Forever stuck in this dream.

Maybe it was a good thing. I didn't have to kill him, but I could keep him away from those whom I loved.

Okay, at least till the rune lost its power.

But who knew when it would weakened? However, that was my rune. They said my runes were so powerful. There was a chance he would never wake up.

I'm about to stood back and left when Jonathan opened his mouth.

"Who are You?" Jonathan whispered softly. His tone was no longer fierce and fulled with hatred, "It felt like I've known You before."

It made me stop.

Was that possible? He couldn't see me, right? Did he recognized my voice? How could he recognize my voice, we were in the dream.

"You do know me."

That was what I said. I hesitated, but at last I took a deep breath and said.

"You called me Clarissa."

Jonathan gasped. Seemed like he recognized me.

When I stepped back away, Jonathan kept on watching in my direction with his huge childish eyes, even though I could see the darkness rose there.

"Clarissa," he mumbled slowly. He recognize my name and now was trying to see me. He thought I was wearing glamour, "Clarissa… Clarissa…"

God! Why should he called me in such a sad way? I wasn't the kid-lover-kind-of-girl, but sometimes I just couldn't ignore them especially after I saw their father –In this case was my father also- tortured them like Valentine did.

I stopped myself from walking away, leaving Jonathan to rot here in his nightmare. Instead, I slowly touched his legs, tearing the lines of the rune which paralyzed him.

"It's time to wake up," I said shortly.

My brother jerked and nearly pulled away, but before he could do that, I scratch a rune in my own hand.

The sleepiness which brought by the Dream Rune felt like a heavy veil. Pressed and drowned me into a deep slumber even though I knew it was already time for wake up.

I tried to resist, and opened my eyelids. It felt like someone had added some kilos in it.

The first thing I knew was, my hand was warm.

Was I still holding Jonathan's hand?

I blinked several times to wiped the remaining sleepiness.

The sun hadn't rise yet and I was still in the same position as before : sat in the floor beside my brother's bed, my head laid upon the edge of the bed. Jonathan hadn't wake up yet, his face now seemed so peaceful. His chest moved up and down as he breathed.

My body suddenly tensed when fears rushed into my head.

What did I do just that? I tought.

More precisely, what had I said?

As fast as I could, I released my grip on Jonathan's hand and stormed out of his room. Back to my room and threw myself onto the bed.

How stupid You are, Clary! I yelled at myself, feeling so angry and shame at myself.

I didn't know if Jonathan would remember the dream he just saw when he woke up or not, but still, I failed to understand how I could let myself consumed by my feeling and said things that I shouldn't have said.

He was still so young, a little voice in my head spoke.

He was Jonathan Morgenstern, I affirmed to myself. That kid whom I saw just there would kill Max and Hodge, and the most important thing, it was just a dream. I shouldn't have my heart melted for him.

I took a deep breath, so pissed off about me letting myself to felt sorry for Jonathan.

I couldn't became weak right now. I had to think about how I got out of here.

But, deep in my heart, I realize that I could never hold my blades against Jonathan to kill him with no doubt anymore. The scene I saw back there in the dream would always follow me from now on.

Forever.

I looked outside through the huge window. It was still dark out there and we were still in the same tropical woods. This house hadn't move again.

I couldn't help but let my mind wandered.

What was Jace doing? Did they search for my whereabouts?

My heart ached when I remembered Jace.

It just yesterday, the last time I touched him. felt him against my skin, and his lips against mine.

And now, here I am. Trapped in the past with Jonathan Morgenstern.

"Jace," I called him softly, remembering how I heard his voice when I was in the dreamland.

If I was dreaming right now, I really wanted to wake up right now. I wanted to see Jace laid beside me, telling me that I'd just had a nightmare and that he would stay with me until the morning came.

I could imagine his face crystal clear, even when I closed my eyes. I could never sketch Jace perfectly even though I could describe him until the very detail. It was like Jace face was a perfection that should only own by angels, created by the hands of God himself.

Jace. My Jace.

Was he looking for Magnus to helped him in finding me right now? Magnus is a very great warlock. Could him trace me to the past?

Clary!

I jumped.

I listened to all around me carefully but I heard nothing.

I knocked my own head lightly as I laid back myself to the bed.

Oh God, Clary! Your mind perfectly consumed you, didn't it? You tought about Magnus just too deep until you thought you heard his voice.

Clary!

Right at the moment I said Magnus Name in my mind, that voice sounded once again.

"Magnus?" once again I jerked and sat. Started feeling dumb because, clearly, Magnus wasn't here.

But then Magnus spoke once again. It sounded crystal clear as if he was hiding somewhere in this room.

Oh, this is good. Finally I've found you.

"Magnus?" I called him once again. Still wasn't sure about what I heard.

Yes, Clary. It's me. You aren't crazy at all.

I inched to the edge of the bed, scanning the room vigilantly.

"Am I hearing the voice of Magnus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn right now?" I asked fiercely.

For God sake, Clary, Magnus Voice sounded full with impatiently. Maybe you wish that you are crazy, but you don't. Not yet. You are listening to the voice of Magnus Bane, the handsome warlock of Brooklyn.

"Where are you?" I asked a little bit amazed. I stood and turned around trying to find Magnus.

I'm in New York. You only hear my voice. I'm not there.

My joy was a bit decreased.

"Oh," I uttered in disappointment. I sat back, "How could I hear your voice?"

Magnus didn't answer instantly.

This is a very complex magic. I could hear him sighed.

Jace practically broke into my apartment in this early morning and asked me to trace your whereabouts. At first I wanted to reject his request due to his attitude toward me, but you have to see his face. I nearly thought that he'd been possessed by such a demon or something like that. So, I tried and, voila, here I am.

I frowned.

Okay, not really there with you, but still, I've found you, right?

I felt my heart sank as I heard Magnus spoke about Jace.

Jace's worried, I told myself. I could heard despair in my own voice, Jace is somewhere out there, worrying about me, while I let myself drawn by my feeling even when I faced some unreal figure.

"Is Jace okay?" I asked without realizing that Magnus was in the middle of his sentence. I noticed it when he suddenly stopped talking to answered me. His voice sounded half annoyed half amused.

Physically, yes he's okay, but if I don't immediately tell him that you're okay, I think I'll have to visit him in city of bones in about few hours.

"Magnus!"

I'm sorry, Clary, he continued speaking in a tone which didn't sound sorry at all, but all my spell was failed to reach you. We didn't find a single clue about your whereabouts. Just the same as when we traced the real Sebastian Verlac. We almost thought that Sebastian had killed you. Luckily, I remembered that you brother really wants you alive, so I kept on searching. And it turns out that you are alive. By the way, do you know where you are?

I sighed heavily. Magnus are a great warlock, but could he save me considering the fact that we were separated by different age?

"I'm in the past, Magnus," I bitterly said, "Valentine's house in which I stay now is not only travel through space but also time. I'm amazed you could find me."

Magnus fell silent. I thought now he understand why his spell didn't work out.

In which age are you right now?

"I'm not sure," I glanced at the window, "All I can see is just a tropical woods, a volcano, and a gigantic strange bird."

I didn't sure how my words sounded like. Maybe Magnus would change his mind about me hadn't going crazy and started telling the others that I had lost my mind.

Well, Valentine always have the best, Magnus sounded amused so I knew that he didn't think I was crazy or something like that.

"But I'm really amazed," I admitted when magnus gave me a chance to speak, "You could pass through the magic barrier of this house and find me. I thought I was going to die in here when I knew that this house brought me to the past."

For some moments I was just listening as Magnus chuckled.

Clary, he said calmly after finishing his laugh, I didn't pass the barrier.

I could hear the winning tone in his voice. Yeah, Magnus always has his own way to despise other people.

Jace had told me about the bond that Jonathan thinks you have.

In an instance, My body tensed. I almost forgot that fact.

From what I have heard, I conclude that Jonathan can speak to you through some telepathy.

It was hard to be admitted, but at last I nodded. This fact felt ten times more annoying when I had to say it out loud.

"But I still have a free will," I added fast. I remembered the moment when Jace was bound to Jonathan. During those times, Jace looked like being controlled by the other him, the one who encouraged Jonathan's plan in destroying the shadowhunters.

If that's so, you don't have to be worried.

"How could I'm not worried?" I jerked in my disagreement, "I can hear Jonathan Morgenstern speak in my head!"

Did he say something unpleasant?

I silenced for some moments, just to recall, but I didn't find something that he said which I considered as unpleasant. He even didn't speak anymore after we left the institute. That was why I nearly forgot it.

"No, he didn't."

So there's no problem, is it? Even maybe, that bond between you is not magical at all.

"What do you mean?"

Magnus softly laughed. That laugh was the one which made you think that the person who is laughing was hiding something.

You must be knew what I mean by that, Clary. Magnus talked enigmatically. At least you will understand it someday.

I frowned, half because curiousness and half because I really annoyed.

"You have no difference with Sebastian," I muttered.

Oh of course we are different, Magnus answered without thinking. I could imagine, if he were in front of me right now, he would have lifted his eyebrows.

I'm more experienced than him.

I rolled my eyes hearing that superior tone in Magnus voice.

"So. How you find me without breaking through the magic barrier?"

I laid my body onto the bed and watched the white cellar.

As I said, Jace told me about the bond between you and Sebastian, and I started thinking, if he is really bound to you, in whatever way you could be, he wont let you just die easily.

I didn't respond. Jonathan's words echoed in my head.

I cant kill you without thinking thousands times.

But, was that true? Couldn't he kill me easily? Indeed, He hadn't kill me even though I had ruined his plans, but when I did it once again, would he keep me alive?

And then, I nearly jumped when Magnus voice drew back my attention to him, I remembered an ancient spell. A spell that work in our mind. If we were connected mentally, we won't need to adhere the physic rule to communicate.

Once again, I frowned.

"Are you saying that we are mentally connected?"

Okay, I doubted that possibility. Last time I remembered, I didn't have special feeling toward Magnus.

Admit it, Clary, Magnus voice once again sounded amused, you were thinking about me, right? Because if you weren't, I wouldn't be able to reach you.

I didn't answer, just shook my head over and over again.

I tried to reach you this whole night, and I almost gave up because I thought it was kind of impossible that you would think about me. This connection would be created if we think of each others, so at first, I doubted it even possible. But it turned out that I was wrong. You thought about me just then.

"Does it mean I can talk to Jace?"

I heard Magnus laughed. He sounded really really amused.

Clary, he said with laugh remained in his voice, have you forget that Jace is a shadowhunter instead of a warlock? He can't use magic.

Oh, shit! I think he's right.

"I think I forgot the part when you said that you use magic," I shook my shoulder as if that fact didn't disappointed me at all, but I felt my face heating up. Lucky me, Magnus couldn't see it.

There was just one thing that bothered me.

"I still hadn't understand how this mind spell could reach me without breaking the barrier, Magnus."

Clary… Clary… Clary…

Magnus said my name several times, I could imagine him shaking his head.

How many times should I tell you, we are mentally connected. My spell working in our mind. We are not really talking, Clary. This conversation just happen in our head. It isn't related with that magic barrier which is now protecting that damn house. Plus, my spell doesn't work on you, but on me. I put a spell on my mind so it allows you to come in and make us connected. I didn't put it in your mind.

Magnus long explanation somehow made me understand. I nodded as that fact started to make sense.

"Yeah," I said as the understanding rushed into my head, "I was thinking if Jace asked you for help, that was the time I heard your voice calling me."

Yeah, You guess it well. I heard you just there. From now on you have to think of me as often as you can so I can reach you again.

I nodded before realizing that Magnus couldn't see me.

"Okay," I responded, "I will think of you more often, even though I don't know what to think."

Smart girl, Magnus said with a bit amusement about my teasing.

Then I remembered something.

"By the way," I pulled my body til now I was sitting against the head of the bed, "Have you ever heard about a rune that allows us to share dream with someone?"

Magnus silenced for a moments.

I am a warlock, Clary, he answered, not a nephilim. If you asked about the spell which can do it, then my answer is yes, there is. But if you ask about runes, I think you asks the wrong person. I don't really master the runes.

I felt a little bit disappointed but I admitted that Magnus was right.

What's the matter with sharing dreams?

His question made me sighed softly, should I tell Magnus that I'd had a peek on Jonathan's dream?

After I thought once again, I decided that my act just there had no relation with our problem right now.

"Nothing," I said, smiling though I knew Magnus wouldn't see it, "I just had imegined a new rune and I think it's a dream rune."

There was a silence between us.

Did you try it?

Something in magnus voice made me frowned. There was a little bit worry. Was that bad if we came into someone's dream?

"Would there be any problem if I'd tried it?"

A little bit uneasy feeling slipped into my heart. Magnus tone sounded like it contained a warning that accidentally caught by my ears.

Listen to me, Clary, Magnus explained, dreamland is a part of our mind state. We can say that in dreams, the gate between your consciousness and subconsciousness are wide opened. Through dreams, we can also see things that we've seen, but didn't realized before. If you share dreams with someone, it means you share your mind and all your knowledge could be seen by someone whom you share your dreams with. And, for your information, it could be deathly dangerous.

As magnus reached the end of his explanation, my body became cold. Fears rushed into my mind. Magnus words also sent chills down along my spine.

"How about if we plunged ourselves to people's dream?" I asked fast. Trying to hide my fears.

If that was the case, magnus answered without a single doubt. Maybe he didn't realize my fears. Then your risks would be less. You just have to be really careful with your every single act because it will be absolutely leave a mark in the mind of people whose dream you come into. You can never imagine what will happen as a result of an idea which grow wildly in someone's mind.

Magnus paused for a second.

Think of your father, he's the perfect example of people who'd been consumed by an idea..

Magnus explanation hadn't reach its end yet when my body already got completely cold and stiff.

Oh, God! What have I done?!