When Clary woke she felt very warm. Her and Jace must've fallen asleep, they were laying sideways across the bed together. Clary's head was on his chest, and her knees were bent in Jace's lap, her feet hanging toward the floor. Jace was laying on his back with one arm folded behind his head, the other around her waist, hand resting on the bare flesh of her back and hip. His feet were planted firmly on the floor, and he was breathing softly. She almost jumped away from the intimate position, but then she looked down at Jason, or Jace- his shirt had ridden up exposing his lower abdomen. She traced her finger lightly over his hip bone as she looked at his golden skin she remembered drawing him, and marking him with the Enochian runes for angel and boy. He was so warm, warmer than most people. She wondered why that was, and smiled when he shivered. Clary got bolder with her touches. Lifting his shirt, she traced his abs watching the muscles tighten and release as her finger moved over them.

"You know, it's rude to feel people up in their sleep." Clary squeaked and jumped, pulling her hand away. Jace laughed a deep husky sound- thick with sleep, and grabbed her hand putting it back on his stomach. Clary's cheeks were burning when she looked up.

"I'm sorry- I mean.. I didn't-" He laughed again.

"I think I rather like it when you blush. It's still strange to see someone's face turn gold, but it's also kind of adorable." She pouted.

"Puppies are adorable." He smirked.

"Not all puppies, I ran into a baby hellhound once. The word adorable never even entered my mind." She laughed.

"I'm sure." She put her head back down on him, ignoring the small voice that was telling her she was to close to him, and should move away.

"Are you afraid?" His hand was running up and down her arm, Clary started at the sudden change of subject.

"More nervous. What about you? The Inquisitor will be here soon, are you going to tell her?" He sighed.

"I don't know."

"I think you should, at least that you're her grandson. I wouldn't be angry if you told her everything I told you last night." She leaned up on her elbow looking down at him. "But please, Jason, you can't tell her about Jonathan. The Clave- they will only see him as a demon, they will never understand." He looked up into her face.

"What if it comes out when you're questioned?"

"Then I'll deal with that when the time comes, I'm hoping he isn't brought up at all. I know it's unlikely. But I will do anything I can to protect him. I'm still unsure to how the Sword works. I know it forces the person being questioned to tell the truth, but that's a rather vague description of it's power."

"I don't know, you should ask Maryse. Either way you can't protect everyone Clary."

"I know, but he's my brother. I have to try." He didn't reply, he just picked up some of her hair and started twirling it around his finger. She opened her mouth to tell him they should get up, when her door opened.

"Lady- LADY CLARISSA!" Rebecca's eyes widened. She rushed in shutting the door behind her. Her eyes moved around the room as if she expected someone to pop out of the wall, and witness the scene unfolding around them. Clary pulled her legs off Jace, and sat up putting a few inches between them. "Lady Clarissa-" Rebecca said in a much more hushed tone, but Clary cut her off.

"This isn't nearly as scandalous as it looks." Jace snorted.

Clary looked around the room, two of the wine bottles were empty and the third was a pile of glass on the floor. She then realized her shirt was inside out, and prayed to Ithuriel Rebecca didn't notice. Finally she looked at Jace. He was leaning on his elbows looking completely relaxed- like he didn't have a care in the world. His golden hair was mussed and falling into his amused eyes. There was a small smile on his lips as he looked at the flustered Rebecca. His face was so perfect, she could not find a single flaw. He was beautiful to look at, but also made her feel inadequate.

"If your father- or your brother-" her face paled. "found you like this they would.."

"Yes, I know. But their not here, so relax Rebecca, like I said not as scandalous as it looks. We just drank some wine, and fell asleep." Clary knew it was a thin excuse. "Besides, Jason- I mean Jace was just about to leave. Quietly." Clary looked back to Jace who was now looking at her amused.

"Yes, because sneaking out of your room in the morning makes it far less scandalous." Clary laughed before covering it up with a small cough when Rebecca looked at her. Jace laughed, standing up and straightening his shirt. "Well, do I look like I spent the night in bed with a woman?" Jace looked down at her. Clary blushed, but only slightly.

"Goodbye Jace." She smiled at him.

"Goodbye Lady Clarissa." He bowed taking her hand and kissing her knuckles as he stared into her eyes, his own holding a teasing amusement. He let go of her hand and turned to Rebecca. "And goodbye to you as well Miss. Rebecca." He gave her a smile that could charm any teenage girl. Forcing poor Rebecca to divert her eyes to the floor, and blush scarlet. "Oh and Clary, you can call me Jason, if you want to." He shrugged. From then on he was Jason.

When he was gone with the door shut behind him Clary looked to Rebecca. "He is far to confident for his own good."

Clary showered and dressed in a Floor length, silk dress. It was deep sapphire, and molded to her body without being to tight. The neckline was square cut, deep enough to show a small amount of cleavage. And the sleeves went to just past her elbows. Rebecca walked over to her holding a small jewelery box. She placed it on the bed and took two diamond hair clips out setting them aside. After another moment of looking through the box she took out a thin silver chain holding a small sapphire tear drop surrounded by diamonds, and small diamond studs. Lastly she removed a bracelet her father had gotten her only the week before- it was in a XOX pattern, the X's were made up of small diamond chips, and the O's were sapphire's.

"Rebecca, do you think it's a good idea to go showered in diamonds?"

"It is always best to make a good impression Lady Clarissa."

"I think they'd rather see me humbled." Clary bit her lip unsure. Rebecca walked over to her.

"You are going to one of the most sacred places of our people. To stand on the Speaking Stars under the Mortal Sword. It may not be for a good reason, but it is still an honor to be so close to the Angel Blade. You should look your best." Clary nodded, she wasn't sure she could feel honored, but she allowed Rebecca to pull her hair back into the clips none the less.

After forty-five minutes of Rebecca's poking, prodding, applying, and spraying Clary was deemed ready. She rubbed her lips together spreading the light pink lip gloss. She hardly ever let Rebecca put more than mascara, and chapstick on her face. But today Rebecca insisted. Clary looked in the mirror and had to admit she did a good job.

When Rebecca left to get dressed with the promise that she would only take a few minutes, Clary took out her sketch book and flipped through the pages, she wasn't paying much attention so Simon's whistle made her jump.

"Wow, you look nice." She smiled at him.

"Thank you, Rebecca made sure I look my best."

"Well, she did an amazing job. Want to walk down and get something to eat?"

"Of course, Rebecca will be back in a minute. Then we can all go together." Clary didn't see the flash of disappointment cross his face. She closed her sketch book and laid it on the bed.

Clary, Simon, and Rebecca walked through the halls toward the kitchen. Rebecca being the only reason they didn't get lost. Simon and her were talking, but Clary found her mind wandering away from the conversation. She was asking herself a string of questions. Was the Inquisitor here yet? Had Jason spoken to her, and if so what did he tell her? How would they be traveling to the Silent City? And so on, she cursed herself for waking up so late. There was only two hours left before she would have to leave, it didn't feel like near enough time.

Isabelle and Alec were both sitting at the small circular table talking quietly. They looked up when the trio entered the room. There was an empty plate in front of Alec, and Isabelle was eating a bowl of oatmeal. They all exchanged good mornings and Rebecca, and Simon looked for their breakfast.

"Would you like me to prepare something for you Lady Clarissa?" Clary rolled her eyes.

"No Rebecca, I don't think I could eat this morning. I'll just get a glass of juice."

"I can get it for you."

"Thank you, but I can pour my own juice. You have breakfast."

"I really need to get one of those." Isabelle nodded her head at Rebecca, and Alec laughed.

"I pity the poor soul if you ever do Izzy." She threw a napkin at him. Clary poured herself some orange juice and joined them.

"Is your mother around? I was hoping to speak to her before the Inquisitor arrives." Isabelle nodded.

"She should be in the library. So angel blood? Alec told me," Alec glared at her. "Can you do anything else? Besides draw your own runes I mean."

"Um, not really.. I've always been good with runes." Clay felt uncomfortable, but kept it off her face.

"She heals and moves wicked fast, and once I saw her walk off the manor roof and land like she was just taking another step." Clary shot Simon a 'shut up now' look.

"Why did you jump off the roof?" Alec asked with raised eyebrows.

"It was an experiment."

"Experimenting seems to run in your family." He had meant it as a joke, Clary could tell, but it was anything but funny. Clary felt like she'd been smacked.

"Your sense of humor needs some work Alec." Jason walked into the room, Alec had the decency to blush.

"Where were you? I went looking for you this morning to train but your room was empty." Rebecca blushed, and grew flustered on Clary's behalf. Isabelle noticed this and looked between Jason and Rebecca.

"Did something happen between you two?" Rebecca sputtered and Jason laughed.

"Izzy, are you saying I look like I spent the night in bed with a woman?" Clary giggled at the question. Poor Rebecca looked like she would never regain her color. So Clary took pity on her.

"Actually Ja-ce," she corrected quickly, "was with me last night. There was some things I had to tell him. So we talked, it got late and we fell asleep." Simon choked on his coffee.

"What?!"

"Yelled, you were yelling." Rebecca added quietly, seemingly thankful the attention was off of her.

"Yes, well Jace is a screamer. Who would've guessed?" Isabelle laughed, Alec and Simon scowled, Rebecca looked down, and Jason stared at her before bursting out laughing.

"Did you just make a sex joke Angelface?"

"I may have, and don't call me that- Angelboy." He smiled widely at her, and she noticed he had a chip in his incisor on the top left side of his mouth. It was the flaw she was looking for, still it took nothing away from his angelic face.

"I can't wait to tell Jonathan you called him that." Simon laughed.

"Who's Jonathan?" Isabelle asked. Clary glared death at Simon. "And why would he care what Clary calls Jace?"

"It's his favorite nickname for dear Jace. I think it's his way of calling him gay- not sure tho. Jonathan despises him."

"Simon! Shut your mouth." Clary was incensed.

"Did I miss something?" Isabelle's tone was confused.

"Just the fact that Simon doesn't realize what is and isn't his business to talk about." Jason took an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table, and took a bite.

"I'm not Valentine's son." He said it like it didn't matter much.

"What? But- wait does that mean you really are a Wayland?"

"No, I'll explain to you both later." Alec was not surprised at all, but Isabelle stared at him shocked before nodding.

"Clary I'm sorry I-"

"I don't want to hear it right now Simon, you had no right to do that. Excuse me I'm going to find Maryse." Clary stood and rinsed her glass before walking to the door. She paused, if she wasn't so angry she would've asked Simon to come with her, Rebecca would be no good for moral support. "Ja-ce, would you like to come with me?" She asked like she couldn't careless if he said no, but the truth was she didn't want to talk to Maryse alone. He smirked at her.

"One night together, and you can't stand to be without me." Clary rolled her eyes, but smiled slightly.

"If you don't want to-" He stood.

"I didn't say that."

"One night with me, and you jump when I call." She smirked.

When they left the kitchen they walked side by side quietly. Clary's nerves seemed to settle in the comfortable silence. Or maybe it was because Jason was so near. She was starting to think the angel blood they share tied them closer together than she had previously thought. Blood does call to blood after all. It could also explain the strange heat she felt when she touched him. But there was no use speculating now, she would have to ask someone. Maybe the warlock she met yesterday- Magnus- would have some ideas.

"I'm sorry about Simon." He looked over, and down at her.

"It's not that unusual for people to be jealous of me." He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets, and shrugging his shoulders.

"Jealous?" Clary raised her eyebrows. "Well at least we know you don't have self-esteem issues."

"He thinks I'll take you away from him. It's not unfounded, I just might." Clary snorted.

"Simon is my best friend, he knows nothing can change that."

"I think that may be the problem." She looked at him confused. "What exactly are you going to ask Maryse?" She looked at his face for a minute.

"I want to know exactly how the Sword works."

"It forces you to tell the truth."

"Truth is a complex thing. For instance if I'm asked, 'Clary, have you ever gotten drunk on wine, and fell asleep with someone you just met?', can I simply say yes, or will I be forced to explain the whole truth, and the events leading up to what I'm being asked about?" Jason smirked at her.

"Lets hope you're not asked that, men will know you can never settle for them after you've spent the night in bed with me." She laughed

"You're incorrigible." He grinned at her and opened the library door.

"It's part of my charm."

There must've been a privacy rune drawn on the library wall. Because the hallway was quiet, and the second Jason cracked the door two loud female voices filled the air. Clary reached out and grabbed Jason's wrist to stop him from opening it more.

"You know the law Jocelyn. Parental rights go to the parent who raised the child in our world, it doesn't matter if you thought she was dead. Valentine raised her, until he is officially stripped of his rights, and he would have to be present for that to happen- you have no claim on her. It would be different if she wanted to see you, but I won't have you forced on her today. She has enough to worry about."

"That is my point Maryse, she needs me today. She's going to be tried-"

"Questioned-" Maryse interrupted.

"It's the same thing, and you know it. If it was your child would you just sit at home?" Jocelyn demanded harshly.

"You may not like it Jocelyn, but there is a difference between you and I."

"I am just as much Clarissa's mother, as you are Isabelle's!"

"Are you?" Maryse asked calmly.

"Lets calm down, we've been going back and forth for two hours, this isn't helping." A reasonable male voice interrupted.

Clary looked up at Jason, he was staring at her. She could tell he was waiting for her to have some reaction. To Jocelyn, or the talk of the trial, she wasn't sure. Their eyes locked, and she wanted to tell him that she hated Jocelyn, and was highly annoyed that she was there, but she also wanted to tell him that she was scared of the trial. Not for herself, she could deal with whatever the Clave would do. And not even for her father, not really- he had made his bed, it was his actions that brought them to this point. She would protect him if she could, but she knew she couldn't. Clary was scared for her brother. The Clave would see him as an abomination, a demon with Shadowhunter abilities. They wouldn't care that it was their fathers atrocious choices that made him what he was. And Jonathan would never show the Clave the side of him that she knew, the boy she grew up with wouldn't exist in their eyes. Jason must've understood some of what she was thinking because he pulled his wrist out of her grip and moved his hand down to take hers. He squeezed, and opened the door all the way.

"Sorry for interrupting, but my feet were starting to hurt from standing in the hall eavesdropping."

"Jason!" Clary scolded.

"It's always best to tell the truth Angelface." He squeezed her hand again, pulling her into the room.

"Jason?" Maryse asked confused by the name.

"It's what Valentine told her my name is."

"Clarissa," Clary looked over to Jocelyn. She was staring at her, with Lucian by her side.

"What do you want Jocelyn? I came here to talk to Maryse."

"You, I want to go to the Silent City with you, then I want you to come home with me." Clary squeezed Jason's hand tighter, and he returned the pressure.

"Well, that's not going to happen, I don't want you at the trial. And I definitely won't be going home with you."

"You are my daughter." Clary snorted.

"Hardly."

"Your my blood. My child." Clary laughed.

"Your blood? Trust me, our blood has little in common. And what about your other child? Do you want him as well?"

"You want Jace?" Jocelyn looked to Maryse, then to Jason.

"This boy isn't my son. He looks nothing like Jonathan. Jonathan is pale with white blond hair and black eyes." She shuttered making Clary's anger flare. Jason squeezed her hand again.

"Stay calm Clary, your eyes are gold." He whispered to her, she took a deep breath.

"Jace isn't your son, he's not Valentine's son." She sat heavily and laughed. Clary was reminded of Alec and smiled fondly at the woman, even tho she thought it was a blessing the child she cared for wasn't related to her.

"I can't believe any of you thought he was. He looks nothing like my father, or Jocelyn." Jason shrugged.

"He raised me for ten years, I didn't question it when I saw him again and realized who he was." She looked sadly at him.

"No, I understand you thinking so, but everyone else.."

"So who are your parents?" Maryse asked looking at Jason for clues. Clary wondered if he would tell her, and rubbed her thumb across his knuckles. He sighed quietly, and pulled Clary over to the table so they could both lean on it.

"Celine and Stephen Herondale." They all gasped. Clary saw both Maryse and Jocelyn's eyes mist over.

"Now that you say it- it's so obvious, you look just like Stephen, with Celine's eyes and hair." Maryse stood and started to walk over to him, but stopped when she saw him stiffen.

"Clary has some questions for you Maryse."

"Of course." She straightened up. "What can I do for you Clary?" Clary looked at Jocelyn and Lucian.

"Do you mind?"

"I do in fact." Clary rolled her eyes and decided to ignore her all together.

"The Sword, they used it on you and your husband after the Uprising. How does it work?" Maryse's back straightened.

"The Silent Brothers will activate the angelic power of the Sword, the power will be transferred to you, and will bend your will. You will want to be helpful, and answer as best as you can." Clary's heart dropped.

"Is there away, to keep one secret... well secret?" Maryse looked at her sadly.

"Not that I know of." Clary started to think.

"Oh god, have you done something- did Valentine make you do something," Jocelyn asked sounding slightly panicked, and took several steps towards Clary and Jason.

"I've done nothing, it's not me I'm worried about-"

"Your father-"

"Not him you stupid woman! Jonathan! Jonathan needs to be protected."

"You should not worry about him, it's you being tried by the Sword. Besides maybe it would be for the best, Jonathan is-" Clary moved so fast the others could hardly see her. One second she was with Jason against the table, and the next she was in front of Jocelyn with her stele in hand.

"If you say a word against my brother, you'll be going back to sleep, and this time no one will wake you up." Her voice was deadly, and her eyes were glowing gold. She grabbed Jocelyn's arm and started to draw, Jocelyn tried to pull away, but Clary held her still. Lucian ran over to them, but Jason got there first stepping between Clary and Lucian.

"This is a family matter, I don't think we should interfere, do you?" His voice was full of sarcasm. When Clary finished a second later Jocelyn fell to the floor.

"What have you done?!" Lucian yelled over Jason's shoulder.

"Relax, she'll wake up in six hours."

"How can you be sure?" Clary looked at him like he was stupid.

"I know runes, I created that rune, and I've used it several times."

"Knock people out regularly do you?" Jason asked teasingly.

"You'd be surprised. Now Lucian how about you take her home."

"You still shouldn't have done that." He grumbled picking Jocelyn up. Clary shrugged.

"She wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't. Maybe now she'll get the point, I want nothing to do with her. And if she insults my brother again it won't be six hours she sleeps for." When they were gone Maryse sat back down and leaned her heard back closing her eyes.

"Just give me a moment... Jace is a Herondale, and you can create runes, new runes?" She asked not opening her eyes.

"Yes on all accounts." Jason answered.

"How can you create runes? Or speak Enochian? And your blood, their all angel traits, but I don't understand."

"I promise to explain sometime. But not now, we have no time. The Inquisitor will be here any minute, we leave in an hour. When you say angelic power, can you explain exactly what you felt, did your vision go white, see any runes?" Maryse got a thoughtful look on her face. A moment later she sighed.

"I'm sorry Clarissa, I don't remember much. I do remember when the Sword's beam hit me- it's a small flash of light that absorbs into your skin. The the Inquisitor- it was a man, named Angus Cote before Imogen Herondale took the position, started asking questions. I felt as if.. telling the truth would make me feel better, release me from a burden."

"It's an emotional attack. Damn it Ithuriel." She mumbled bitting her lip. Jason walked over to her.

"Clary?"

"I was hoping the angelic power would just sort of- go to your mind, and force you to tell the truth. I only have one truth I really need to keep hidden, I may have been able to deflect it for just one question- one answer rather." Clary started pacing, and rambling like she always did when she was trying to figure out a problem. "The Mortal Instruments are unique simply because they still hold power. The Clave is in possession of dozens of angelic artifacts none of them connected to the Host of Heaven, the Cup, Sword, and Mirror are. Weather Heaven is truly 'God's' kingdom or it's just a dimension where angels hail from doesn't truly matter. The Mortal Instruments are a direct connection to that power. The Cup makes Shadowhunters, the Sword attacks what vexes all of human kind- emotions, and the Mirror is said to show you Heaven. I have a theory on the Mirror, but that hardly matters right now. Of the three the Sword is the most unique, because it's power varies, or perhaps can be harnessed in different ways... it had been many things before it was the Sword of Justice, and will only make a person tell the truth if their standing on the Speaking Stars, it's a duel affect. Still if it only sends one blast of power at a time maybe I can somehow redirect it before it starts the emotional attack- but no that would leave me less than a second to react. Maybe if I practiced for months, not that, that helps at all. Perhaps a rune?" She pulled out her stele and thought. What rune could help in a time like this. She was oblivious to Maryse and Jason staring at her. "Perhaps to maximize mental strength- no, that would be to obvious. Maybe fight angelic power with angelic power, a rune to allow me to access all the angelic power my blood holds at once, it could work. But it could be very dangerous my body has never accessed all that power at once before. It could work if-"

"Angel blood, of course." Maryse nodded to herself.

"No." Jason said plainly crossing his arms and leaning casually against the closest bookshelf. Clary turned and looked at him, she then looked at Maryse- she had forgotten they were there.

"No? You don't think it will work?"

"That's not what I meant. I meant you can't use a rune if you don't even know what it will do to you."

"If I draw a rune to access potential power, that's what it will do. I'm just not sure how my body will react, I am still human after all. Whatever power my blood holds is dormant most of the time, it only surfaces when I allow my emotions to effect me. Or I draw powerful runes and push power into them, and that can drain me of energy very quickly. Tapping into all that power at once could... well." She bit her lip.

"Clarissa you can not put yourself in danger like that."

"You're going to get yourself killed trying to protect your father and brother?"

"Not my father, anything I tell the Clave wont matter much to him, it won't affect his plans, and they have enough crimes to hold against him as it is. If they capture him nothing I say will have any effect on his future, they would lock him up forever, or even kill him regardless. Me being questioned will only make him look worse. But Jonathan..."

"Tell me, does he have special talents too?" Clary's back stiffened.

"He does."

"And he will fight with your father?"

"He will."

"He'll raise Demons and kill people?"

"What are you getting at Jason?" She narrowed her eyes at him. He shook his head sadly.

"I'm suggesting that maybe it would be good for the Clave to know there's someone on Valentine's side that is very powerful, and willing to fight with him to achieve his goals. So they can prepare."

"Prepare to what? Kill my brother?"

"You love him, you're unwilling to see that maybe he can't be saved." He wasn't angry, his eyes were sad when they met hers, but Clary was furious.

"You don't even know him. You've never even met him." Jason shrugged.

"I doubt it would end well if we ever met. And I've seen the way Rebecca's face pales every time he's brought up, she's afraid of him, and with everything you told me.."

"I won't let anyone hurt him Jason, not anyone."