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Clary POV

The portal spat us out in an alley in the darkness. I landed hard, caught off balance and smashing my face into the ground. For a moment I lay there stunned. This is not where I was aiming to be. I started to panic. I was trying to get home. Stupid shadowhunter messing with the portal. I sat up and froze. The blond haired boy was standing over me, dagger pointed at me. Stupid, stupid mistake. Father would be so mad. For a moment we stared at each other then I swiped my leg out, quick as lightening and he crashed to the ground beside me. He rolled, trapping my legs and pinning my shoulders. Then he whispered.

"Who are you?"

I swallowed painfully. Then glared. Pull yourself together Clarissa I scolded myself.

"None of your damn business."

"Valentines daughter." He said, smirking suddenly.

I jabbed him in the stomach right under the ribs and he let out a puff of air, doubling over. That was enough for me to get on my feet and grab my dagger. I walked towards his panting form slowly.

"Why did you follow me?" I asked, curious and unable to help myself. He looked at me as though I were an idiot and stood up, keeping his guard up.

"You killed someone. In most cultures that's considered illegal." He said still a bit breathless, as though talking to a five year old. That pissed me off.

"Yeah well, seems the death toll is about to go up one." I advanced; his eyes flickered behind me before he said quickly

"I know your mother."

I stopped short and stared at him. His words reached inside me and pulled up strange emotions: longing, betrayal. I smothered them with my anger. She left you. I reminded myself.

"Well-" I started before a heavy object slammed into the back of my head and I fell into the blackness.

…

Jace POV

I caught the girl as she fell, her red hair spilling over her face. I looked up at Alec and grinned.

"I see you decided to follow me." I said

"I see you decided to be an idiot. Again." He returned. "You could have been killed. Our parents are gonna freak out"

"But I wasn't. And hey, we caught a dangerous criminal that they've spent the past like six hours looking for. Everyone wins."

Alec shook his head.

"How are we going to get home. Actually, where the hell are we?" he asked.

"If I'm right, we should be somewhere near Taki's. That's what I was thinking of when we went through the portal."

Alec stared.

"Seriously? You were thinking about food?"

I shrugged. "Had to think of somewhere. This is the first place I though of."

"Let's get going then."

I looked down at the girl in my arms. Knocked out like this, she looked so fragile.

"Jace, you should probably bind her wrists. If she wakes up she's gonna be angry. From what we've seen I'm sure she's dangerous enough even when she's not angry."

I nodded and drew the binding runes on her wrists. The glowing blue ring that appeared around them told me it had worked. It wouldn't hurt her unless she tried to get free.

I picked her up, bridal style and Alec drew the invisibility runes on us. We started walking to the subway.

….

I looked over at my Parabatai and winced. I could practically feel the anger coming from the institute in front of us.

"Might as well face them now." He said.

I took a deep breath and we walked inside. Isabelle was on us the moment we got in the door.

"What the hell happened? Do you know how freaking worried we've been? You could-!"

She cut off when she saw the girl.

"That's her?"

"Uh huh. We need to get her to the adults. They'll know what to do with her."

….

Clary POV

I came back to consciousness slowly and was immediately aware of a pounding in my head. I groaned quietly then lay still as I assessed my other injuries. The second this I became aware of was my restrained wrists. From my numb fingers, I knew they'd used binding runes. Crap. In training these were the one thing I could never seem to overcome fully. I continued my evaluation. Nothing seemed broken, only bruised, but my headache would be a problem. I was aware of voices talking quietly.

"Jace, leave. We need to get answers out of her and we can't do that if you're here." A mans voice argued. It sparked a memory and I flashed back to earlier. Uh oh. The man I stabbed. Not good.

"But dad I-"

"Jace this is not up for discussion. Go." A woman's voice this time.

I heard angry foot steps leaving the room before a door slammed.

I kept myself limp as I ran through my options. I cursed myself for never listening properly in the strategy lessons my father gave me. Right, I could feign unconsciousness until they left, then try to sneak out. But they would surely have someone watching me, and anyway I didn't even know where I was. An institute probably but I didn't know my way around.

"When will she wake up, Magnus?" A womans voice. Concerned.

"She should be awake by now. I healed her though she will have a headache for some time." Oh shit. Magnus Bane was here. Ok so the whole waiting thing wasn't working for me. I was not a patient girl. Might as well wing it.

I slowly opened my eyes, giving them time to adjust to the light of the room (infirmary?) I was in. There was a bunch of people around me. Both men from earlier, three women and Magnus Bane. I stared at one woman in particular. She had red hair-my hair- and green eyes. My mother. She stared back at me, hope and sadness in her eyes. I thought of all the things my father told me. How she left me in the burning manor. Ran away to save herself and my brother. How by the time he saved me, I was nearly dead. My eyes turned cold as I stared up at her.

"Clary?" She whispered, her voice shaking. "My baby.. I…all this time." Then the worst thing ever happened. She started to cry.

"Jocelyn.." The blond haired man said.

"That bastard let me believe my baby was dead. He kept her from me for the past fourteen and a half years, Stephen! Do you really expect me not to cry?"

I was confused. He words were so opposite to what I'd been told. She left me. My father kept me away from her to protect me. My head was whirling so I said.

"You know, when talking about my father in front of me, I suggest you don't insult him. I don't take kindly to that. And by the way, my name's Clarissa, not Clary." I sneered.

The adults all refocused on me and the man, Stephen, cleared his throat,

"Jocelyn, maybe you should leave. I don't think-" he cut off, then glanced at me.

The woman beside him, I assumed she was his wife, got up and whispered something to her then took her out of the room.

It was silent for a moment then-

"What's your full name?" Stephen asked.

I smirked.

"What's yours?" I asked.

Stephen glowered but the other man, to my surprise, answered.

"Robert Lightwood. This is my wife, Maryse and my friend Stephen Herondale." He had a calm voice. It seemed they were trying the good cop bad cop routine.

I inclined my head, shifting so I was sitting up more. More silence. My headache worsened with every passing second. What I wouldn't give for a shower and a comfy bed.

"Why did you kill that man earlier today?" Robert asked.

Ah, I could answer this. It wouldn't damage my father or me.

"I wasn't going to. Circumstances kind of rushed me, and I couldn't have him telling the Clave all about me." I said, glaring at them to make them think it was their fault.

"You threatened to kill him." Stephen said. Crap. I laughed it off,

"I threaten to kill a lot of people. It's not personal. The people who know me know that" I said, shaking my head.

"Who's that then." Stephen pressed.

"Who's what then?" I questioned, knowing full well what he meant.

A sharp sting in my cheek wiped the smile off my face as my head snapped to the side. Damn, I let out a breath glaring ferociously at him as he sat back.

"You'll do well to remember that we hold all the power here Clarissa Morgenstern. If you don't answer my questions we'll have to take more drastic measures."

I snorted. "Dude you sound like a bad action movie, you know." I put on a masculine voice "'Tell me this, or else!'".

He grasped my arm tightly; I hid my wince and looked him in the eye.

" Where have you been living for the past fourteen years?" he asked slowly.

"In a house." I answered. Not a lie but if he wanted proper answers he'd have to ask the right questions.

Robert clenched his fists tightly and I rejoiced internally. I was angering both of them. My fathers voice echoed in my head. Anger makes people stupid. Which was largely true and the reason I had been taught to count to ten whenever things angered me. Robert opened his mouth to ask a question but we were interrupted by the doors to the infirmary opening.

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