It's been a long time since I've written, i know. But it's not my fault! I've been mega busy. Anyway, I've finally got this up and though I don't think it's my best work, by far, I hope you like it. Please review, I love reading what you've got to say! Thanks for all the reviews and those of you who've added my story or me to your alert subscription and favourites The next chapter shouldn't be long, in the next couple of days and believe me, It's going to get more extciting!

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The fight was the messiest and weirdest one either Jace or Alec had ever fought in. Soon after the wolves arrived, banging through a room at the far end of the landing, Jace and Alec had very little to do. The wolves tore into the shocked vampires and filled the little landing until Jace and Alec were forced to back up against the wall.

'What the hell is going on?' Alec breathed.

'I have absolutely no idea.' Jace replied before swooping to pick the unconscious Clary from the floor. She was very white and very unconscious. Panicked, Jace forgot about the fight in the hall and banged back into the bedroom where they'd first found Clary and placed her on the bed, leaning over her and checking her pulse to check if it was even.

'Jace, Iratze!' Alec urged. Jace jumped into action. How could he not think of this strait away? It wasn't ten minutes ago that he found out that Clary was a shadowhunter. She was tough and strong and she could receive runes without turning into a forsaken. Yet, even after tracing the steele over her skin with the healing rune and actually seeing it work instantly, her face relaxing, the cuts healing and the colour returning to her face, it was difficult to believe it. She was so fragile looking. Jace took her in his arms and could feel her bones through her skin, her ribs must be protruding. Had she always been like this or was it the stress of the last few days that had caused her to lose weight. Her face was still white with her cheeks starting to look pink, but the thin eyelids that hid her beautifully green eyes were almost blue with translucently.

The opening of the door jumped Jace back to action. Here he was, pondering the colour of a girl's skin while a small battle was finishing off on the other side of the door. What had happened to him? When had he become a pathetic romantic?

The man standing in the doorway was someone Jace thought he'd seen before. It must have been on one of his Clave missions, he was sure this man was a member of the local werewolf pack, which made sense seeing as there were wolves in the hallway dragging bleeding corpses of vampires into one pile in the middle of the stained carpet. Jace and Alec went out into the hall, closing the door quietly and leaving Clary sleeping on the bed.

'Shadowhunter,' the werewolf said, 'we arrived here in our human forms. We climbed up and came through the window before transforming. No one but you know that we were here tonight and as we do not wish for a war between children of the night and the children of the moon we would appreciate it if we kept our presence here a secret, even from the clave. Do what you want with the bodies, burn them for all we care-'

'So we have to clean up after you? We didn't need yo-' Jace began before Alec cut across him.

'Thank you, we won't tell or forget this.' Alec said while Jace grumbled. He didn't like that the wolves had fought for them, and liked even less the way they spoke to him now. Then Alec asked a question that pushed these thoughts from his mind for the time being.

'Why did you though? Why would you-'

'We must leave now. Our business is ours.'

With that they all herded into the room they'd come in from and soon the sounds of paws hitting wood ceased and there were shouts as they helped each other through the window.

'Great.' Jace grumbled.

'I'll sort these,' Alec sighed, nodding towards the pile of vampires, 'You get Clary back to the institute'.

'Right.' Jace nodded, opening the door and coming to an abrupt halt. The bed was empty and the window was open. Clary was gone.

Jace didn't say anything. He ran to the window and gazed out. There was no sign of her but he didn't move. He just stared through the window at the ground below with a sombre expression. She was gone. Again.

Simon didn't know why he was there. He hadn't expected Clary to be there. But it was the only place he felt he knew was connected to Clary. He's walked around the building he'd been in so many times three times and hadn't, in the past twenty minutes, had the courage to go inside. It was as though there was something warding him off. He didn't enter.

Instead he leaned against the wall, thinking. He didn't understand what was going on with Clary. She was obviously going through something, some sort of trauma from losing her mother, what had the kidnappers done to her? What had she witnessed? All of these were questions he should have forced out of her before it was too late. He hadn't helped her right. He'd failed her. If he found her again, he was going to do things right.

'I'm going to get her the right help.' he said to no one.

Then, as he was scanning the buildings one last time, he saw her, walking towards the building. She wasn't walking normally. It wasn't a limp exactly, but she looked weak, as though walking was an effort. She also had blood in her hair and along one side of her face and across her clothes. What the hell had she been up to?

She hadn't seen him yet and so he quickly retrieved into the shadows, pulling out his phone. As he had said, he was going to get her the right help...

I'm soo looking forward to writing the next chapter! Should be getting more exciting! I'll leave you guessing what Simon means with 'the right help'. Bless him, his heart is in the right place! Anyway, should be a couple of days or less! Remember to REVIEEEWWW!