Today was the day. The day he had been waiting ten years for. The day Jonathon Morgenstern was going to be reunited with his sister.
In his memory, Jon could piece together flashes of her. Running away from him in the garden, red ringlets bouncing against her back as she glanced at him over her shoulder. Proudly showing off her drawings at the dinner table while her parents looked on in pride, sneaking into his room late at night and snuggling into his chest, relaying the horrors of her dreams. And finally, Clary screaming and sobbing as her father buckled her in the car on the day they where parted.
Clary had a way of pulling the people around her into a beautiful orbit. She had shone brighter than a thousand stars. Both Valentine and Jocelyn adored her and Jonathon loved his little sister so damn much it hurt.

Clarissa Morgenstern was giving her father the silent treatment. they sat in the back seat of a sleek black car, Valentine on one side, Clary on the other. The driver had been instructed by Valentine to take them to the airport. Clary couldn't believe it. Why on earth was she being packed off and sent to live with some long lost mother and brother? She was leaving all her friends behind in Mew York as well as her boyfriend Sebastian.
Glancing over at her father, Clary saw him typing away on his phone. Valentine looked up at the touch of her gaze.
"Talk to me sweetheart." He said and Clary instantly turned away. He sighed. "Look, I don't want this any more than you do. I-"
"I doubt that very much." Clary had interrupted him, still looking out the window.
"Look at me honey," For once Clary obeyed, "You know I don't want to leave you, but it's not up to me. After last year the courts think it will be good for you to get some time away from the city. I'm going to Dubai and I won't be able to take care of you there." He reached over and took her hand in his. Valentine had taken care of Clary for ten years. He had put the clothes on her back, the shoes on her feet and the roof over her head. But, after last year, he had begun to doubt his parenting skills. He was quite an absent father; always on trips to some place or another, always working and in his absence Clarissa had felt like she had no one. Valentine would have whisked her away to Dubai in an instant only Jocelyn and her disgusting new husband had to step in and steal his daughter.
"I know daddy," Clary cast her eyes down to their joined hands. "But I will miss you." She scooted over to rest her head on his shoulder as Valentines arms encircled her.
"I'll miss you too sweetheart. But I want you to remember one thing." Clary asked what. "They left us, we didn't leave them."

"What?!" Jocelyn screamed into the phone. "What do you mean they're damaged?!"
Jonathon looked up from his Cheerios with a curious expression. He was sitting at the counter while Luke stood next to the toaster reading a newspaper. At Jocelyn's outburst he too looked up from the article he was reading.
"I can't come up, oh god, IM PICKING UP MY DAUGHTER FROM THE AIRPORT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SCRATCH THEM?" Luke pushed off the counter and approached Jocelyn with a worried look on his face. "Ok fine, I know, look I'll call you back. Ok Bye Susan, I'll call you later." Jocelyn hung up the phone and raised a hand to rub her temples.
"What is it honey?" Luke asked his wife.
"Ugh one of my paintings wasn't wrapped properly and got scratched so I have to go fix it today before the gallery opens up in Francis. I won't be back in time to get Clary from the airport."
"Why don't I pick her up?" He said, always trying to please the woman he called wife, "I'll swap shifts with Maia and pick her up myself." He folded the paper and wrapped his arms about Jocelyn's waist, kissing her temple. Jonathon rolled his eyes at their lovey dicey displays of affection but he wasn't as pissed as he probably should have been. Most kids with stepdads hated their new father for replacing the old and hated the mother for being with him. Jonathon was quite the opposite, he loved Luke more than he ever did his real father and he was happy Jocelyn had made the decision to leave Valentine. Although he was not happy about the decision to leave Clarissa.
"No don't do that." Jocelyn turned to her son, "Jonathon, you can pick up your sister." Her tone was final.

"What?" Jonathon asked, "why me? I have football practice and I'm dropping Jace of at his place afterwards." Jonathan reeled back from his cereal and stared at his mother incredulously.
Jocelyn sighed "Whst time does football finish?" Jonathon told her it was 6:30. "Clary gets in at six, but you know those airlines." Jocelyn bit her lip a she thought, "Ask coach if you can get off at six, take Jace with you whe you fetch Clary." Jonathan groaned but relented,returning to his breakfast. "I better get going. Don't forget Jon!" And with that, Jocelyn Fray made her exit.

Now Jon was pissed. He and Jave had a big game this Friday against the Marrickville Monsyerrs, the very team that had nearly taken the trophy last year. He was the best line backer while Jace was the quarter back. Coach would kill them if they missed even a millisecond of the training. Both Jace and Jon were hoping to play college ball next year and the Idris Shadowhunters taking out the title would guarantee them a spot on any team they wanted.

All through that day Jon tried to get someone who was able to pick up his sister. Unfortunately Alec and Magnus were partying, Issy was watching Simons band performing at their first gig and Maia and Jordan were having a "special night". Jace was more than pissed when he found that they were going to have to skip the end of training and Coach through a stapler into the wall and yelled at them for twenty minutes when he found out.

On a nicer note all of Jonathons friends where thrilled that they were finally getting to meet the beloved little sister.

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Clary was freaking out. Her brother or whatever was supposed to have been here an hour ago. Maybe it's the traffic, she thought, he wouldn't forget would he?.

Clary was sitting outside the terminal with her bottom planted firmly on her three bags. She ha only brought one blue and one orange vintage Prada suitcase that had been gifts from one of her fathers whores. She also brought a small leather backpack witch had been her carry on. She had gotten of the flight expecting to see someone waiting for her but there was no one.

So Clary had wondered through the bustling New Orleans terminal, picking up chai tea, a pencil and yet another sketchbook.

Clary was just about to dial up her "mother" when a black jeep pulled up in front of her and two hot hot hot boys emerged. They were both super tall and athletic but their looks were worlds away.

One must have been her brother, for he ha the white curls and black eyes of her father, he had the long face and pale (though not as pale as hers) skin and the other was golden. There was no way to describe it. He had a brilliant tan and hair like spun gold, and his eyes were a peculiar molten variation of the colour. The boys were in sports gear and made their way to Clary while she pretended to be playing with her phone. Luckily they hadn't noticed her staring.

Next to Jace in the jeep, Jonathon was freaking out. They had accidentally forgot to pick up Clary and had participated in the full training session. At the very end they'd gotten a call from Jocelyn who'd proceeded to yell at Jon for a good ten minutes before finally letting him go to pick up Clarissa.

"How could we have forgotten?" Jon asked as they pulled into the airport.

"I don't know it wasn't my job, otherwise I would've done it better." Jace replied haughtily. Jon glared at him from the corners of his eye. They pulled up in front of the arrivals terminal and got out.

"There she is," Jonathon pointed and loped towards where a red haired girl was sitting atop a pair of suitcases. At his approach the girl looked up, and Jace was stunned, for she was beautiful. Her long red hair hung to her waist an framed a pale, freckled face. She was small, and scarily thin. Without those freckles she could have been a fine porcelain doll. And her eyes, or her eyes, they shone like the brightest emeralds. Jace was entranced. And he hated it.

Clary rose as the boys approached her.

"You must be Clary," It was the white haired boy, "I'm Jonathon, your brother."

He reached forward as if expecting a hug but Clary reeled herself backwards. She did not know this boy, she couldn't remember much of him from when they lived in New York, and she was not about to hug a stranger. So she merely held out her hand to receive a shake. But her 'brother' seemed shocked. For a stunned expression marred his features and hurt seared through his black eyes. He did shake her hand though.

Clary rewarded him with a smile. "I'm Clarissa Morgenstern, but you can call me Clary". Her words were kind but her chosen last name still twisted the knife in his belly. Jace let out a cough and Jon turned to his friend.

"Clary this is Jace, hes the reason we are late." Jon smiled at his best friend, "Jace found a mirror and then decided chat up some whore."

"Hey perfection takes time," He replied, "And I have a reputation to keep." Clary felt the smile disappear from her face. So he was one of these types, arrogant and selfish, a narcissistic asshole who used girls for sex. Clary was disappointed he was so hot! 'No,' she scolded herself 'you are with Sebastian now, don't think about other guys that way'. Clary let herself be guided to the car in silence while Jace grabbed her suitcases. Soon they were on their awkward way to her new home.

Ok i am sooooooooo sorry that i havent updated in forever! I just couldnt get this chapter right, I'm still kinda dubious about it but here it is. Also weve had a location change the town of Idris is now outside of New Orleans in Louisiana. I just thought that it had a better setting so yeah. Thankyou so so so so so so so sos so so so os so so much for all the support AND REVEIW REVEIW REVEIW

xo xo Georgiana