A/N : This chapter still happened in the past. Jonathan was planning something and Clary had to figure it out. Please enjoy. :)

Part Seven – Jocelyn and Valentine

"We have plans, Little Sister," Jonathan said it with a faint smile played in his lips. He'd dragged me along the stairs and now we were standing right in front off the glass wall downstairs. It seemed like this whole side of this house were made of glass. I could see through the glass when the view outside blended into a colors whirl which I hardly caught its shape.

I knew I should have kept aware when Jonathan told me that he had plans for us, but something in his face made me lose a little bit fears that I felt at first.

He looked… sad?

Yes. Jonathan's expression were almost flat all the time, except when he were angry or despised other people, but this time, I saw a bit sadness in his pitch dark eyes.

All the time, I associated my brother with demons. But I thought demons didn't have sadness, even just a single bit. I had never saw demons with such a sad face.

Or maybe, that sadness was a trap to caught their prey.

I was about to opened my mouth when the view started to shaped, and I almost couldn't held myself not to jerked.

We were standing near the lake which I saw in Jonathan's dream.

Everything was just the same. A wide calm surface, the trees around it, and the same peace that covered this place. The difference was, now, the trees had lost all its leaves and snow were falling down from the sky. The water's surface looked so hard. It was frozen.

Winter, I thought, we were in the mid-winter.

Which winter?

"This is…" I couldn't finish my words. If I continued, it would seemed so suspicious.

"Idris."

Jonathan answered shortly. He looked at the view before us with a flat expression. As flat as a mask. Again, his eyes darkened till now I stared into a dark tunnel which started to become familiar in there.

"Wait here."

He turned around and left me. I guessed he went to second floor. Once he came back, he were holding two thick coats and scarfs. Without saying anything, he wrapped me with one of that coat, giving me a sign to plunged my arms in it. After that he put the scarf around my neck. Made it into a loop that wrapped my neck perfectly.

"You don't want your neck to freeze, do you?" he commented as he tightened the loop, "I think you still need it."

"Of course," I answered fiercely, "And you still need it to be strangled, don't you?"

Jonathan didn't answer. He'd finished with his works and was wearing his coat.

"What are we doing in Idris?" I asked right after he was ready. He stretched his arm to hold me and I tried to avoid. Unfortunately, he was faster than me. He held a tight grip in my wrist.

"There's something I wanna show you here."

I wanted to ask further, but I had a hunch that Jonathan wouldn't answer it so I didn't push my luck. I closed my eyes as we went through the portal.

My legs were a little bit swayed the first time I stepped upon the snow. There was a cold breeze blew all over us. Jonathan moved fast to hold and balance my body. I pulled away and hurriedly mumbling an apologize.

He just nodded.

At the time we went out, Valentine's house vanished from our sight. Now we were standing between the trees. It was so cold. The frozen wind blew and made me pulled my coat to tighten it.

Jonathan reached into his pocket and pulled out a stele.

"Draw the invisible and soundless," he asked, giving the stele to me. I looked up, stared at his eyes with a bit confusion.

"What for?"

In this white world, Jonathan's eyes were the darkest thing I could find. It seemed like a pair of black hole compared with the snow all around us.

"We're gonna stalk," he said, smiling. Once again, a sadness flashed in his face, "I don't want them to see us."

That explanation was enough for me. I didn't want anyone in Idris saw us for sure because I was with the most wanted people in this century after Valentine Morgenstern.

Or, had it happened? In which year exactly we were right now?

Carefully, I drew the runes under the fierce sight of Jonathan. My mind itself was wandering to the last time I had to draw the invisible rune in my skin.

Once again the figure of Valentine holding the whip went across my head.

Oh, I knew I wouldn't forget it.

After I'd done with Jonathan, I drew the runes in my skin. He asked me to draw other runes too and I obeyed. Had finished with mine, I gave back the stele to him for his use.

"Ready?"

My brother looked down, stared at me, questioning. I could see his hand gripped the sword which hid beneath his coat.

"I think," I answered not really sure, "I have no idea I should be ready for what."

Jonathan chose to ignore it. He just held my wrist and lead me into the woods. Away from the lake.

"We were outside Alicante," Jonathan explained as we walked even though I didn't ask, "Not far from my house."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. Of course I didn't say that I'd already knew about that.

"In which year?" I asked as I tried to match his steps. It was quite difficult due to the snow. Luckily, he walked slowly so I didn't left behind too far.

"Quite far before I even born."

Now we came into an opened area. The ground was a little bit down, forming a huge dent in the middle of the wood. Strange, there was no snow here. The ground was still covered by a dark brown carpet of soil.

Jonathan stopped right in the snow border. I stood still next to him. my brother's gaze focused to a point as if he was waiting for something.

I followed his gaze, trying to see through the trees. I wondered about the thing we were waiting for.

Did we wait for people whom we were about to stalk?

Some minutes passed, and I hadn't see anything yet. I started to feel impatient.

It was so irritating, to wait for something that we didn't know exactly what it is. I was about to ask when my ears caught something and I was back in my silence.

A girl. I heard a girl laugh. Not so clear, indeed, but I knew there were people who were heading toward us right now. At least, there was a girl.

Next to me, Jonathan's body stiffened. He didn't realize it, but his grip in my wrist was also tightened.

I had no doubt anymore, they were people whom we'd wait.

I watched with wide eyes as I find two figures were moving toward us.

My heart sank.

This is impossible! I yelled inside my mind.

Right now I was watching myself and Jonathan walked into the opened area. We seemed as if were talking about something funny because I once again heard a laugh as myself laughed right there across the area.

It couldn't be! Once again I thought. I didn't remember had ever walked with him here. Moreover, I didn't think I'd ever laugh at him in that way.

It took seconds for me before I remember that Jonathan said we were in the time before he even born.

As that figures came closer, I found out that they weren't me and Jonathan.

"Mom?" I couldn't held myself not to hissed, realizing that my mother was standing not so far from me. The younger version of her.

Yes. Right there across the area, they weren't me and Jonathan, but rather our parents. Jocelyn Fairchild and Valentine Morgenstern.

I looked at Valentine, feeling quite amazed.

That people were right. I and Jonathan really looked like our parents.

Valentine looked exactly like Jonathan. Or maybe Jonathan looked like Valentine. They both had a fair blonde hair, a tall muscular body, the eye color which was perfectly dark, and the nose which would make the models felt jealous. The differences were just the jawline and hairstyle. The other things was just the same.

Right beside Valentine, my mother walked casually. Her pitch dark coat made a contrast with the white snow. Her hair flared like fire while her eyes shone so bright. She looked happy.

They seemed so happy.

"So," as they reach the area, my mother leaned toward one of the huge tree and stared at Valentine with a sight that could only described as a loving sight. The rest of her words couldn't be caught by my ears.

Valentine, I could see he returned my mother's gaze with the same gaze, a gaze which made my stomach twisted.

He nodded and said something I couldn't hear.

"You and Lucian are so closed," My mother said a little bit louder and now I could hear her. She smiled gently.

"We," valentine corrected her, "We are so closed."

Jocelyn laughed once again as Valentine pulled her into his embrace and lightly kissed her lips.

With a little bit jealousy, I watched as my father kissed my mother. They weren't so different in height. My mother didn't need to raise her body so high, and my father didn't had to bow so low also. They fit in easily. Not like I and Jace.

As I thought about that, Jocelyn pulled away and now Valentine was looking at her with a full-minded gaze.

"Jocelyn Fairchild," suddenly Valentine called her name seriously, "Would you dance with me?"

Valentine's voice was firm and full with confidence. It sounded fluently with a bold accents. Jonathan did tell me that Morgenstern had German blood. Maybe that was the origin of that accents.

People often said about how charming Valentine was, and all that things were right. Not only his handsome face that could melted our heart, but also his aura. It seemed like he always control everything around him, as if he knew every single thing which would happen.

Firm and with no doubt.

It also happened when he stretched his arm toward my mother as he knelt down like some prince in the tales.

"Now?" I saw my mother laughed, "Are you kidding me? There's no…"

Like he had guessed my mother's thought, Valentine rose his eyebrows and clicked his fingers. At that time, we heard a soft songs. So fine as if it caressed our ears and invited us to dance with them.

Jocelyn gasped. She then looked up and laugh louder.

I followed her gaze, trying to look through glamours.

Up there, the snow feys sang. They danced, moved from one branch onto another, as soft as the wind blew. Their long white hair flapped as they moved.

That feys sang the winter songs. The soft and pure one like the snow, also gloomy and captivating.

"How could they obey human's order?" I hissed to myself in disbelief.

"Please tell me," Jocelyn's voice drew back my attention to them. She put her hand in Valentine's and let him lead her to the area, "What kind of thing that you unable to do, Valentine Morgenstern?"

My parents slid upon the ground as easy as if they were walking on the floor. Valentine's arms circled in Jocelyn's waist while my mother put her hands in his shoulder. They moved and spun in a beautiful rhyme.

"There's one thing I couldn't have yet," Valentine said softly in Jocelyn's ears. I had no idea how I could hear that, "You know what it is?"

Well, at least now I knew where from Jonathan got his speaking style. Amazed, I realized that Valentine spoke in a very same way with Jonathan did. Just that, when Jonathan spoke, you would caught a single darkness in him. while when you were listening to Valentine, you would feel melted even though his tone was soft and cold like the north wind.

I watched carefully as my mother sloped her head. Her eyes showed us that she completely had no idea.

Valentine tilted his head and whispered something which I couldn't hear. All I knew was my mother blushed and her face almost became as red as her hair, then she tilted down her head. Seemed so speechless or something like that.

"Father ask your mother to marry him."

I almost jumped when Jonathan talked in a sudden. I was consumed with the scene in front of me till I forgot that he was still there beside me. He even still held my wrist.

"How do you know?" I asked in an instance because I heard nothing. Impossible for him to caught Valentine's words.

"I've been here before," he answered with a tense, still looking at our parents for some minutes before turned his gaze to me. For a brief moment his eyes looked void, but the next second he was smiling at me, "You want to dance too, Clarissa?"

What? What did he say?

"What?" I yelled in surprise, "Oh, no, thanks."

I'd seen how my father and my mother danced and I couldn't imagine I had to be in that position with my brother.

"Come on," Jonathan said teasingly, "You can't hear anything from here. You should come closer."

Then, without waited for my answer, he pulled me into the area. I had no choice but followed him.

My brother put one of his hand upon my shoulder, and the other held my fingers. He pulled me to move with the faery's song.

"You've been here before?" I confirmed to him. I still couldn't hear my parents conversation cause they were whispering to each others.

Jonathan nodded. He spun me once before pulled me back into his arms.

"Not so long after that battle night, I found the house and accidentally brought here," he laughed softly, cynically as if he laughed at himself, "A little tease from that house."

I frowned.

"That house brought you here?" I asked a little bit louder. The way he spoke sounded like that house had its own will to move wherever it wants.

"Not exactly like that," he replied. Also frowned. He sloped his head, then spun me. Now he were facing our parents, "I just didn't know where to go, and then I arrived here."

I breathed in relieve hearing his answer.

At first, I thought that dancing with Jonathan would seem so weird and uncomfortable, but in fact, it felt so normal and right. Just as normal as laying my head upon the pillow after a tiring day. We spun once again, and now I could see my parents. They still danced not far from us. Jonathan pulled me along with him and we moved closer toward them so we could hear their conversation.

Okay, if my mother knew I overheard her conversation, she would be so angry. So it would be better if she never knew that I watched this scene.

The faery's song was slow and soft. Maybe Valentine was deliberately making a romantic atmosphere.

"So," I could hear Valentine spoke, bent a little toward my mother so he could speak right in her ears, "What do you think, Jocelyn?"

"About what?" my mother answered teasingly.

"What do you think about changing your name?"

I watched Valentine as he spun my mother, and pulled her back. His motion was identically same as Jonathan's, just that, Jonathan's was more graceful. Maybe demon's blood also increased his grace. He's always move as light as feathers, as sharp as swords.

"Change my name?" my mother stare right at Valentine's eyes. Emeralds met onyx, "What do you mean?"

Valentine laughed softly.

"Do you want to change your name to Jocelyn Moergenstern instead of Jocelyn Faichild?"

All at sudden, the silence fell among the four of us. There was no sound but the faery's songs. Even not the sound of our steps although we were still dancing.

I realized that I was holding my breath, turned my neck so that I could see my parents from where I stood while I waited for her answer.

Slowly, I saw my mother's expression changed as the happiness and love lightened up her face. She stopped and they were standing still. Hug each others.

"I think…" she answered slowly. Her eyes were still at Valentine's face. He looked back at my mother with such an intense gaze. Tough It felt odd, I saw it clearly, love that lied there in Valentine dark eyes. Love that been aimed to my mother. Then, for the first time, I could understand why there was a closet full of clothes for my mother in Valentine's Apartment. He did hope that someday my mother would come back to him, and they could be together again like they did in this time.

"My name can't be better than that, can it?

I even didn't see Valentine breathed a sigh of relieve when Jocelyn rose her eyebrows and smile, accepting his proposal.

I knew, man usually feeling nervous when propose to their girlfriends, but that didn't happen to Valentine. He asked my mother to marry him as if he asked for something simple like accompanying him in a walk. That wasn't because he loved my mother less, everyone could saw the opposite thing when they watched him looking at my mother, but it because Valentine was so sure about Jocelyn's love for him.

And he wasn't wrong at all.

"Definitely."

Valentine's words sounded so firm. He then bowed and landed a strong-willed kiss in Jocelyn's lips.

Meanwhile, I was the one who sighed in relieve. Though I'd already knew what kind of misfortune that awaited them in the future, I couldn't help but happy for them. You know, you couldn't stop yourself from feeling warm in your heart when you saw two people looking at each others in the way Jocelyn and Valentine did.

Against my will, I looked up and faced Jonathan. My brother looked back at me. Now I saw something in there. Something strange and I couldn't define it.

If only Valentine didn't become crazier, we would definitely be happier than now. We wouldn't trapped into this situation where we couldn't trust each other and always tried to hurt each other.

My eyes felt numb and I hurriedly avoided Jonathan's gaze, blinked several times to prevent the tears that about to come.

I couldn't cry now.

I felt Jonathan's hand moved and pulled my head to lean against his chest. His move felt like a genuine expression of caring and love. It felt like, he was really my brother and he understood how I felt.

He was the one who understand my feeling right now.

A drop of tear fell and ran down along my cheek.

Right at that time, Valentine's voice came into my ears as if it poked my mind. I could caught neither the beginning of that sentence, nor the ending. Just one word went through my confused mind.

"…Stephen…"

My heart missed one of its beat when I heard Stephen's name. As if something knocked a door in my mind, suddenly I lost my sadness. I pulled my head away from Jonathan's chest and stumbled. I believed I would fell down if it wasn't Jonathan who held me tight.

Stephen. Stephen Herondale. Jace's father.

It seemed like my brother realized the reason why I lost my balance. He tilted his head and looked at my eyes intensely. The familiar darkness shown there.

"Recognize a name, Little Sister?"

Suddenly, everything didn't felt so right anymore. Jonathan's hand in my shoulder, his body that pressed toward mine, and his grip that now was tightened around my hand.

Jace's face burst into my mind like a flood that hit the embankment. The walls that trapped my mind in this time suddenly collapsed.

How could I, even for just a second, forgot about Jace?

If valentine didn't get more evil than now, my mother and Luke would never turn to fight against him, Luke would still be a shadowhunter, and Stephen Herondale would still married to Amatis instead with Celine.

It means, Jace would never born.

Never.

Horrors rushed into my veins as I imagined my world without Jace in it. I returned Jonathan's gaze and felt the fears which once disappeared, came back into my mind.

"I think," I said slowly, watched Jonathan's expression which now covered by a dark clouds. We'd already stopped our dance, "We should leave."

Fast, I pulled myself away from Jonathan and stepped back.

Next second, I hit something. I turned around and realized that I'd just hit Valentine.

As if it came from a great distance, I heard my mother gasped. She jumped back and pulled out a seraph blade.

I knew they couldn't see me, but I hit Valentine, and clearly, he could feel it.

I watched Valentine who'd been more fast. He'd already pull his blade and swung it toward me.

With a terrible horror, I closed my eyes and found myself dragged back and hit the ground.

Tangggg!

The sounds of clashing swords made me jerk. My eyes was wide opened to find Jonathan was standing in front of me, defensing me from Valentine's blade.

"Step aside!" he barked at me.

In a blink of an eye, I realized that he was protecting me. I rose immediately and stepped aside, watching them with a little bit fear as Valentine pulled his blades and stoke again.

One thing I found out was Valentine really couldn't see us so his strike were not really well aimed. But he wasn't Valentine Morgenstern if he didn't have a wonderful intuition.

"Show yourselve!" Valentine yelled as he stop his strike for a moment. That man who would be my father stood full with awareness. His eyes scanned all the direction and I could see him listened carefully. Trying to find a single sound. The faery's songs had stopped, "Whatever you are, face me!"

I heard him and started to understand why so many people wanted to be his followers. His loud voice sounded like it contained a spell that made you think you had to obey him.

"Should we listened to him?" I asked Jonathan who was standing before Valentine. Still holding his sword tightly. His eyes now widened, fixed at Valentine. His expression was full with vigilance.

"Don't!" Jonathan yelled at me without releasing his gaze from Valentine. Anger covered his face and made it darkened, but I could see that he enjoyed it. It was scary to see a slight of peace in his eyes when he had to face a battle, "You don't wanna know what kind of wrath aimed to them who dare to change the past."

Not so far from Valentine's back, Jocelyn stood as aware as he did. She slowly stepped back till her back was pressed against Valentine's.

They were protecting each others, I thought bitterly. Did they know that someday they would hurt each others?

"Stay on your place, don't make any single move!" again, Jonathan ordered me and I obeyed him. valentine didn't able to see or hear us, but he could see when things around us moved as we touched, nudged, or maybe stepped on it.

I kept an eye of my brother carefully. It felt so strange to had him and Valentine faced one another like that. Moreover, they looked as they had no difference in age. Valentine was just a little bit higher than Jonathan, and a little bit muscular. Valentine's white hair was short and neat while Jonathan let his hair grew long enough to touched his ears, falling down softly upon his forehead. Furthermore, they showed the same gestures and also same strong motion. I notice that with a slight amazement. My father had trained Jonathan well.

Once again Valentine looked around him carefully, then he darted forward. Right toward Jonathan.

I screamed as Jonathan's and Valentine's sword clashed over and over again. They strength seemed to be equal. Valentine was a bit stronger, but no one could match Jonathan's speed and agility. My brother nearly smiled as he avoided Valentine's strike. His eyes shone with a wild joy.

I watched them and couldn't help myself but felt frustrated.

Why didn't Jonathan give me a weapon?

Okay, maybe he didn't trust me enough to give me a weapon, but now I really wanted to fight.

I wished I could fight. I knew he didn't need my help, but still, I felt so weaponless and it made me sick.

"Jonathan!" I screamed loudly as Valentine stroke with all his strength, pushed my brother against a giant tree. Their swords clashed just an inch from his face.

"Run, Clarissa!" he yelled at me. His voice full with anger which wasn't aimed toward me, "Go away! Now!"

"But…" I opened my mouth to argue.

Here wasn't our time. I couldn't just left him in there. What if we couldn't find each other after we separated?

"Go!" he yelled again before I could finish my words, "Now!"

I stepped back in surprise.

Jonathan seemed so sure about his order so without waiting for his next order I retreated from that place.

I ran, leaving my brother, my father, and my mother far behind.