After dinner that night, I went back up to bed.

Going over the day's events, I realized that I had made two new friends. Well, I'm not sure if Jace counts as a friend, more like an annoying brother. Nobody made fun of my clothes. My hair. My eyes. My attitude. My clumsiness. Well, Iz and Jace did, but in a joking manner. Alec was kind of neutral territory. I wasn't sure if I was his friend or not. One thing I was certain about though, was that Izzy was my new best friend. Jace and Jon were also really good friends. Knowing how impulsive both of them were, Jon and Jace, would be parabatai by the morning. They probably were already.

A/N: Title reference!

Iz and I had spent most of the day talking. Actually, she talked while I painted. I was working on a picture of Iz. She had wanted to see just how good I actually was. Then she said when I was done, she would hang it in her room as a token of our undying friendship. She is extremely melodramatic.

Jace was a pretty good teacher, as much as I hate to admit it, he migh have been a better shadowhunter than me. He was helping me a lot with training. Apparently, or according to him, I held her dagger the wrong way. Tell that to the way I pinned him to the floor in ten minutes.

When Iz was walking with Clary back to her room, and Izzy told her that nobody had ever pinned Jace down that quickly before. Apparently, Jace was such a good shadowhunter, that sometimes he practiced with the adults. He had even beaten Robert once or twice.

Clary could not rest. He mind was too awake. Going over all of the exciting plans that they had for tomorrow.

Which reminded her, Jace and she were going to train in the morning. At 6:30. After breakfast. This meant that she had to wake up at like 5:30. She was going to die. We'll if she was going to die, she might as well die rested. And she went to bed.

"No, no, don't kill him. You promised. You promised. Your our most powerful ally. You can't turn your back on us."

"On the contrary, would you rather your two year old and new born die, or him?"

"Jocelyn, go, save the kids, get out of here. Warn Stephen and Celine, get Jace. Make sure the Lightwoods escape. Warn the Clave."

Clary was paralyzed in place as she watched the scene unfold around her.

She could feel the terror, screaming from within her.

The woman had read fiery hair, and emerald eyes it was her mom. The man that was talking to her looked like a carbon copy of Jon. Fair hair and charcoal eyes. Who was he? What kids was he talking about? He had said something about getting the Lightwoods and Jace out. That's when it struck her.

This man was her dad. Valentine Morgenstern. He was sacrificing his life to save several. But her mom said he had died in a mass murder, in the battle field.

Not killed by an extremely beautiful woman. She had aburn hair. Darker than Clary's. She also had really pale skin, she was beautiful.

Fairie.

Her dad had been killed by a fairie. That didn't make any sense.

This must be my brain trying to reason out what had happened to him. Sadly, these nightmares had happened before.

She must just be dreaming. This isn't real. The fair folk are our allies.

Then the woman plunged the sword through her father's heart. Clary let out a sound that could only be described as pure terror.

When Clary was jolted awake, she saw Jace standing over her. He was looking at her with great concern.

"Clary, are you okay? You were screaming in your sleep."

"That's Clarissa to you mister."

"Really, you were screaming in your sleep,mans what you are worried about is the fact that I am not supposed to call you Clary.

"Yep."

"Are you sure that you're fine?"

He then looked at me. I swear he could see my soul with those piercing gold eyes.

I mumbled an answer in response. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it together if I looked at him.

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, you are not okay, you were crying and screaming in your sleep. And might I say, you are still crying. So you are not okay," his voice softened," Do you want to tell me what it was about?"

"I-it wa-was m-m-my d-dad a-a-and he wa-was b-be-being m-murdered. Th-there was n-nothing I could d-do ab-bout it. I was just f-forced to wa-watch." I managed to choke out the word between sobs.

I then completely broke down and started to cry. Jace then came forward and wrapped me in a loving embrace, he is after all, one of my best friends. I just sobbed and sobbed as he continued to hold me, and whisper occasionally 'It's going to be fine','Just a nightmare',' I'm here'.

About two minutes later Iz and Jon came crashing through the door.

"Clary, are you okay we heard crying and we just wanted to make sure tha-"

They stopped talking as soon as they saw Jace.

"Don't worry guys, I've got her handled. You can go back to bed now."

"Okay, man, see you in the morning." With that Jon exited the room with the weirdest expression on his face. I couldn't quite pin point it.

"Ya, what he said." Iz was then out the door.

"Jace?"

"Hmm?"

"How did you know my middle name?"

"Seriously? What is it with you and names?"

I glared at him.

"Fine. Uh, we'll, you see, um, you see, Jon, he, uh, might have, uh, mentioned it. Because we became, kind of like, parabatai. So, uh, ya." He stuttered through that whole sentence like he was terrified of me. It was kind of funny, and a little bit cute.

A/N: Sorry Alec. But I had to go with the story.?

"I called it."

It was one of the many things we talked about during the day. One of the many, many, many things.

"What?"

"Oh, I made a bet with Iz. Now she owes me 20 bucks."

"As I said before, you are an evil little girl."

"You know it."

"Goodnight Jace."

"Goodnight Clary."

"As I've told you before, you call me Claris

But before I could spit the whole name out, Jace opened the door and Jon as well as Iz, came tumbling through.

"Really guys, I mean I expected that from Iz, but Jon. Really. Go back to your rooms. Jace isn't going to kidnap me. If he did I would probably just kidnap him right back. Good night everyone, go away."

And with that last surprise, I drifted off into a nightmare-less sleep.