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Chapter 11

APOV

Of all the times I have fought demons with Jace and Isabelle, I had never been this sore after. I felt like I did back in the New Your Institute when Magnus saved me after I was bitten by a demon, only that it was worst. My whole body was sore, from the top of my head to my toes. I have never been hit by a train, but this is probably what if feels like. Every single muscle of my body hurt.

Flashes of Sebastian and me fighting passed through my head.

Clary.

I forced the word out my lips. "Clary."

I could barely speak.

"Clary," my voice was almost a whisper.

"Alec, by the angel, you're awake." I heard my mother's voice say. "I can't believe you're awake."

I opened my eyes to my mother standing next to the bed I was in. Then there was a silent brother, Magnus, and my father.

"Sebastian –Jonathan he –he…" my throat was dry. Magnus seemed to read mind and handed me a cup of water. I nodded at sitting up a bit and taking a gulp of water. "Where's Clary?"

"Alec, you're awake!" I turned my head to see Jocelyn sitting in a chair, she looked as if she had just woken up. What caught my attention was where the chair was located. It was next to a bed. Clary slept peacefully in it.

"Clary," I said, desperation in my voice. "Is she okay?"

"Yes, she's okay," Jocelyn said, standing up. "She's sleeping."

"I want to see her," I said, trying to sit up straight.

"I don't think that's a good idea right now," father said. "You need to rest."

"No –I want to see her."

Alexander, is better if you rest some more, I heard the Silent Brother say in my head.

"Did you catch Jonathan?" I asked, still looking at Clary. Jocelyn was standing next to my other now.

"Unfortunately not," father said.

"Did you sent a search party after him?"

"Yes, but there was no trace," Magnus jumped in. "They stopped looking three days ago."

"What?" I said confused.

"What?" Magnus said, then realization set in. "You were out six days."

"What?"

"I can do this all day," Magnus joked. "What?"

Robert gave him a look.

"What –do you mean? How could I be out for six days?"

"You and Clary both had demon venom in your system," mother said.

One that not even, us, Silent Brothers or Warlocks get out of the system, the Silent Brother said.

"You were dying for the first three days," Magnus said. "Then Clary woke up and helped you heal."

"How?"

"She dropped some of her blood in your wound," he started, "she has angle blood which fights off the demon blood. And she put a rune in you both," he pointed at my chest. There was a rune I had never seen before. "She has a matching one. She used to give you her strength so you could survive the healing process. She was already healed."

"She said to draw an Iratze on you once you were awake," Robert said. He drew the healing rune in my chest, next to the one Clary had done.

"She saved me," I whispered to myself. "She gave me her strength –her energy."

The Iratze worked it's magic, healing my wounds. "It worked. The venom it's completely out of your system, you healed. And the rune Clary did is fading."

It was true. The rune that was in my chest was fading. Robert stepped back and my mom hugged me tightly, but still careful. She pulled away and wiped away her tears.

"I want to see her up close," I said.

"Alec –" my dad started.

"Please," I begged. He sighed, moving away so he wasn't standing in my way.

I sat up straight; Magnus helped me to my feet and to the chair next to Clary's bed.

"Clary should wake soon," He said, his cat eyes shining. "The runes have faded."

They all left, understanding that I wanted to be alone with her. Jocelyn was the last to leave; she gave a last glance at Clary before stepping out. I looked at Clary's sleeping form, caressing her cheek. Her face was clean but a little pale.

"Wake up Clary," I said. "Please."

I moved the chair closer to her and kissed her cheek. "You're probably exhausted, "I said, "you gave me your strength –your energy –for three days and you had barely healed."

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up," I took her hand with mine.

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"Alec," I heard my name called softly. My hair was being stroked. I had fallen asleep in the hair with my head in Clary's bed. My answer was muffled by the bed. I heard a chuckle –a cute little sound that warmed my heart instantly.

"Clary," I gasped, looking up to be greeted by a pair of beautiful green eyes. "You're awake!"

"Well, "she chuckled, "I could say the same thing about you."

I blushed. "I don't know in what moment I fell asleep."

"The first thing I saw was your hand in mine," she smiled. "And I saw you cutely sleeping, I didn't want to wake up but need a glass of water and I can't reach it without disturbing you."

I quickly poured water in the glass and handed it to her, helping her drink it. She drowned in the water and took a big gulp of air

"I was so thirsty," she gasped out.

"I can tell," I chuckled.

Clary smiled, but then her smile faded.

"I was so scared," She sniffled. "You –you were dying."

"But I didn't, "I caressed her cheek. "Because you saved me."

"I just did what I had to do," she said, putting her hand on top of mine.

"Thank you," I said.

"You don't have to thank me," she said, "just –just kiss me, please."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.

"I missed this," she said when we pulled away. "We hadn't kissed in six days."

"That's true," I nodded, "we better kiss again then."

She giggled and pulled my mouth to hers. She pulled me close –I was hovering over her, my hands supporting my weight up so I wouldn't fall on top of her. Clary wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I kissed her with the same passion as our lips moved together.

We pulled away gasping for breath. Clary was crying. "Clary, what's wrong?"

"I'm so glad it worked," she cried. "I don't know what I would have done if It hadn't worked."

"But it did," I said, caressing her cheek.

"I care about you so much," she said, placing her hands on my cheeks. "I don't ever want to lose you."

"I care about you too, so much you can't even imagine," I took her hand and kissed her. "I don't ever want to lose you either."

"Clary!" We turned to see Jocelyn entering the room. "You're finally awake."

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It's better if they stay the night in the infirmary, the Silent Brother's words echoed.

"I agree," Magnus nodded. "We'll see how they're doing tomorrow and if they're good they'll be good to go."

"Do you want me to stay?" Jocelyn asked Clary.

It was night time, Magnus and the Silent Brother had decided that it was better that we stay the night in the infirmary. Jocelyn and Maryse had argued that it was better that we went home But they had finally convinced them.

"No," Clary shook her head. "I'll be fine."

"Do you need anything?" my mother asked us both, Clary and me.

"No," Clary and I said at the same time.

"Let them rest," Father said, Maryse rolled her eyes.

"Sleep well, Alec," she said. "you too Clary."

"Goodnight sweetheart," Jocelyn kissed Clary's forehead. "Goodnight Alec."

"Goodnight," Clary said to all.

"Goodnight," I said too.

One by one they all left. There was two minutes of absolute silence as we hear their steps die down. When we couldn't hear them anymore Clary looked at me with a playful smile and patted her bed. I got up from mine and crawled in hers.

"This bed is so small," Clary pointed out. "We'll have to cuddle extra close."

"Well, you don't hear me complaining," I said. She giggled and kissed me.

Next Morning

"Well this is awkward," Clary and I pulled apart when we suddenly heard Magnus voice.

"Magnus," Clary said –her hand on her chest. "You scared me.

"How do I un-see this?" Magnus made a gesture with his hands

"We were just kissing," I cleared my throat.

"With your hands all over each other," he gave me a look.

Clary was blushing madly and her eyes were wide open.

"You what," he said. "The rest will be coming soon, I suggest you go back to your bed. I'll walk in again and try to get rid of that image from my head."

Without another word, Magnus left the infirmary. I gave clary one last kiss before going back to my bed. A minute Later Magnus walked back in.

"Good morning lovebirds," he said. "How are you feeling?"

"We're fine," I said.

"I can see that." He coughed. "I think you'll be good to go."

JPOV

I kicked the coffee table in utter anger. I had used Father's ring to go to the City Of Glass for information about Clary, and about Alec's death. To my surprise, I saw Clary and Alec training the bow and arrow, happy and healthy

I hadn't been able to sleep for the past days and I wasn't in my best of moods. If I couldn't sleep I couldn't see her. And that upset me for reasons I didn't even know. I had run all my errands earlier so that I could have an early night. I went up the stairs to my room to grab some clean clothes. I dragged myself to the bathroom and started the shower as I stripped off my clothes. I took a long shower, maybe that would help me sleep.

After the shower I decided to only wear a pair of boxers and go to bed. I lay in bed for hours, trying to sleep until finally, without trying, I drifted off.

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"Lily?" I called.

She had gone inside to get something but she was taking too long. I got up, dusting myself, and headed to the house. Lily was on the floor, crying. I rushed to her, kneeling next to her.

"What's wrong?" I touched her forehead. She was burning. Her golden hair was stuck to her forehead. Hot tears where running down her cheeks.

"It's happening again," she cried.

She gripped my shirt tightly and cried in pain. I watched her, feeling useless. There was nothing I could do to make the pain go away. I lifted her in my arms, she was light and I was stronger than other 12 year old Shadowhunters. I placed her in bed and sat next to her, holding her hand so she didn't feel alone.

The angel and demon blood fight sometimes, inside her. She says it feels like she's burning in the inside. This is the second time I see it happening. I hate the fact that I can't do anything to help her. It's the blood inside her that breaks her like this and also makes her stronger. Lily knows how to control her demon but that doesn't stop this for happening. She says it used to happen more frequently when she was younger.

I wish I had been there for her.

"It hurts, Jon" she cried.

Her body twisted and she let out a scream. I felt my own tears slip. I hugged her body close to me, wishing I could stop the pain some way.

. . . . . . . . .

My eyes snapped open .

"Jon," Lily was sitting in my bed, looking at me with her golden eyes.

It was the same girl, but older. She looked around my age. Her golden hair fell down her shoulders, it was wavy and beautiful. She was beautiful. She had a perfect looking nose and a perfect set of cheekbones.

"Jonathan," she said again. I reached out to touch her but then she was gone.

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I woke up covered in sweat. I was in my room alone. There was no one there with me. I looked down at my hand, the one that almost touched her.

"Lily," I said. "Lily is –or was her name."

As I thought of her I realized that I was picturing her face. I actually remembered her face this time. I could remember how she looks like and that gave me a feeling in my chest. I could finally put a face to the girl that kept hunting my dreams.

I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and did my best to draw her face. I didn't want to forget her face again. By the time I was done, the sun had come up.

CPOV

I tied my hair up in a high ponytail as I walked down the stairs. Luke, my mother, and Amatis were at the Clave having yet another meeting. It had been two days since we were let out the infirmary. Alec and I hadn't been able to sleep together because my mum kept checking on me regularly so did Maryse on Alec.

It felt odd to sleep alone. I'm used to have Alec next to me. Nights turn colder and lonely without Alec next to me. I wonder how it will be when we go back to New York. I pushed the thought away and collected all the ingredients needed of chocolate chip pancakes. My mother, Luke and Amatis hadn't eaten before leaving, so I presumed they'd be hungry when they get back.

I started by doing the mix, shoving some chocolate chips in my mouth while at it. Once I was done doing the mix I began to cook them in the pan. Ten minutes later a knock interrupted me. I took out the cooked pancake that was in the pan and placed them with the small pile that was already forming. I answered the door and was greeted by a smile and a pair of ocean blue eyes.

"I missed you," Alec took a step in and kissed me.

"I missed you too," I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave his lips a quick kiss.

"Smells good in here," he said.

"I'm making pancakes," I informed him, taking him with me to the kitchen.

I put more batter in the pan while Alec popped a bunch of chocolate chips in his mouth. I chuckled. He then came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck throughout the cooking process. It was distracting –three pancakes ended up burnt.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" I asked him, pushing his face way from my neck –I didn't want to drop the pancakes.

"No," he said.

"Then you're eating with me," I said. I grabbed two plates and two mugs of coffee for us and placed then in the table. "Take as many as you want."

I grabbed two and saw him stare at them curiously. He grabbed two as well. "They bend."

"What?" I said confused.

"Isabelle's pancakes are hard as wood," he said, shoving a piece of pancake in his mouth. "They're good!" he said once he had swallowed.

"You're so cute," I laughed.

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I had my legs wrapped around Alec as he walked up the stairs. I moved my lips from his to his neck. When we reached my room he pushed the door open and slammed it close with his foot. He dropped me in the bed and hovered over me. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt to pull him down to my lips. I kissed him with desperation and with passion.

"Alec," I pulled away –my voice sounded with need. I was feeling hot and bothered. "Take that damn shirt off."

"I thought you liked this shirt," he said, looking down out it. It was a blue one that really looked good on him and brought out the blue of his eyes.

"I do," I said, pulling it up. "But it's in between us."

Alec chuckled and pulled the shirt over his head. "Better?"

"Yes," I ran my fingertips down his muscled chest and stomach. "Much better."

"You know I can wait right," Alec said all of a sudden. He was hovering me, his hands were at either side of my head. "If we're moving too fast, we can stop. I won't push you into anything."

"I know you won't," I said. "But you can't do this."

"Do what?"

"Get me in the mood and then be all sweat and tell me we can take it slow."

"I didn't start it," he laughed. "I was just sitting in the couch and you kissed me."

"Yes but you sat me on your lap," I pointed out.

"Because you're shorter," he said.

"Hey! We're not talking about my height."

Alec chuckled. "You're so cute."

"And you're so fucking hot," I pressed my palm against his muscled body.

Alec crashed his lips on mines –I gasped when his hands gripped my thighs. The tingly feeling in my center returned. Alec's hands moved away from my thighs when I wrapped my legs around him, his hands went up my shirt. "Just take it off."

He didn't need to be told twice. He's lips left mines and his hands gripped the hem of my shirt. He looked at me, I nodded, that was what he needed before pulling the shirt over my head. He left butterfly kisses from my neck to my stomach, my eyes where close.

"You're so beautiful," he said as he kissed my chest.

"Clary! We're home!"

My eyes snapped open at my mother's voice. Alec rolled off me, making a sound of protest. I gave him one last kiss before rolling off bed to find my shirt. Alec threw his shirt over his head and fixed himself. I did the same, I didn't want it to be obvious that we we're about to have sex. I grabbed my sketchbook and went out the room with Alec following behind.

"What were you doing up there?" My mother raised her eyebrow.

"Alec wanted to see my drawings," I answered with a relaxed voice. I set the sketchbook in the coffee table foe evidence.

"You made breakfast," Luke spoke up.

"Good," Amatis said, "I'm starving."

My mother gave me once last glance then her gaze shifted to Alec, but Luke called her to eat something and she dropped it.

"Mom we already ate, I'm going to the Lightwood's," I said. "We're going to train."

"Okay, stay safe, " she looked at me, "please."

"Will do, see you later."

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