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Reunion

Clary:

I didn't know what I was going to do when I first saw Jace. I predicted I would run to him, hug him, kiss him, scream, cheer. None of that happened. We just stared at each other like we were strangers.

Jace didn't look hurt, in fact, he looked as beautiful as ever. In his black leather jacket, grey shirt and blue jeans. All his clothes seemed to be new and Jace looked completely and utterly unharmed. For that, I was thankful.

Jonathan's hand slipped up and over my shoulder, where he came in contact with Max's tail. Max hit his hand away. I knew I trained him well.

"Sister, have you got a new pet?" Jonathan asked looking at Max. "A ferret? That is unusual." He reached his hand out to touch Max again, but Max suddenly jumped off my arm turning blue in the air and transforming into a leopard in front of me.

He was to fast for me to stop him.

Jonathan looked speechless, "Is that... That's impossible!" He furrowed his eyebrows and turned away. He was murmuring something to himself, but it was to low for me to hear.

I turned to Jace, silently asking what was going on, but Jace was staring at Jonathan; probably hearing every word he was saying.

Jonathan turned back to me, "Where did you get that?" He pointed a finger at Max.

"She doesn't have to answer that." Jace spoke for the first time. His tone harsh, protective.

Jonathan turned to Jace, an eyebrow raised, "And what are you going to do about it?"

Jace tensed, "I killed you once, I'll do it again."

Jonathan laughed at that. Then turned back to me.

"Clary," Jonathan looked down at Max on the ground, "That's a Metamorphosi isn't it?"

"Don't answer that."

I didn't listen to him, "Yes it is."

Jonathan's black eyes flashed up to meet mine, "I have one too."

As if on cue, a large black panther strolled out of a room in the house. His back tense and ready to spring, his walk calm and calculating. The panther's whole being was dark and mysterious but it was still beautiful. I couldn't help but be reminded of Jonathan when I looked at it.

I took a small step towards Max, landing somewhere in the middle of the huge cats.

"Father had one as well," Jonathan spoke again, admiring his pet with a pat on its head, "But when he died, it died beside him."

That shocked me, "Valentine had a Metamorphosi?" How did we not know that?

"Yes, Hugin actually."

"That cannot be true," Jace shook his head, "Hugo was always a raven."

"Hugin, always loved to be able to fly around," Jonathan said, "and Father didn't want anyone to know about his extra abilities, so Father demanded that Hugin just stay a bird. And he did."

Jace looked as shocked as I felt and I could tell why. Jace knew the bird ever since he first met Hodge, which was seven years ago, never had the bird changed or recreated anything different. I suddenly felt a need to touch Jace in a sign of comfort but my arms stayed pinned to my sides.

Jonathan's eyes looked over us, "You know, for being engaged I thought you two would at least shared a hug." He shrugged, "Oh well, Clary let's get you a room. Come with me."

Jonathan led the way through the beautiful nineteenth century looking-house slowly, as if he actually cared that I got to see everything. After the tour of downstairs, he led me up a grand staircase up to a carpeted upstairs with lots of doors on either side of the hallways.

I noticed, with a sense of worry, that Jonathan was being oddly nice. Like he acted when he was 'Sebastian'. Not that I bought his kindness, I knew he was probably waiting for a moment to kill us, kill Jace. I shivered.

Jonathan opened a white door with a black knob and led me inside. It was a bedroom, with three doors on the far side of the wall, which I assumed to be a closet, bathroom, and a door to another room.

"You can sleep in here, if you would like." He motioned to the bed. "My room is a ways down the hallway. I showed you where the kitchen is... Oh-" He pointed to the three doors, "That door is the bathroom, I'll get your Metamorphosi some food tomorrow, that is the closet, it's filled with woman's clothes, just in case, and that is a small weapon room. Filled with knives, which I heard you are an expert at throwing."

I thought it was a little creepy that he had clothes and knives already in my bedroom, but I thanked him.

"I'll show her the rest of the house." Jace's quiet voice behind me made me jump, I had not heard him enter the room.

"If you please," Jonathan looked at both of us, "Goodnight. Be downstairs by nine o'clock tomorrow." He left the room with his panther and shut the door, Jace and I alone together... well beside if you count Max, who had curled up on the bed.

"Why are you here?" Jace asked harshly as soon as the door shut.

"How does Jonathan know that I can throw knives?" I snapped right back.

"I didn't tell him that," Jace walked over to the bed and sat down, "I don't know how he knew, to be honest." I looked over at the closed door and at the little crack under the door, looking for a shadow.

Jonathan had superior hearing. He could hear my heartbeat from five-feet away, Jace told me once. I shivered again.

"Are you cold?" Jace asked.

"No, I was just thinking of-" I shook my head and I stepped closer to the bed lowering my voice, "Is he outside my door?"

"What?" Because of my lowered voice or of something else, I wasn't sure why he didn't hear me.

"Jace, he has great ears, but so do you. So, is he outside my door? Is he listening to us?"

Jace's head turned towards the door, he paused probably straining his ears to hear any noises that were being made outside the white door. He turned back and shook his head, "I can't hear anything. Maybe he went to sleep, or downstairs."

I nodded sitting down beside him on the bed, our shoulders touching before I turned to the side, "Why is he being nice?"

"Did you expect differently?" Jace asked, we were still whispering and I didn't really know why. Perhaps, not to disturb the night.

"I don't know what I expected." But I did expect you hurt.

That seemed to anger Jace, "Clary, why did you come?"

"I came to help you."

"I don't need any help, Clary. This is so dangerous, I don't want you to be in any dangerous situations." Jace said firmly.

My eyebrows rose, "Jace, you know who I am don't you?"

Jace grinned crookedly, he was almost back to himself, "Yes, I know who you are. My stubborn Clary. Despite everything, I am happy to see you."

"Thanks. I am happy to see you too." I smiled at my beautiful Jace.

"Is that so?" His voice, one eyebrow raised. I thought he was going back to normal but then he shook his head and stood up quickly, "I'll be going to bed now. My room is right across the hall, so if you need anything," He shrugged, "Goodnight."

Before he could get to the door, I called after him and he turned around. I pointed to my closet.

"Should I be afraid to go in there?"

"What?"

"I mean, how did Jonathan know that he needed womens clothes?"

Jace narrowed his eyes at the closet, "I don't know how he knew. When I got here there was men's clothes in my closet. Creepy thing was that they fit me."

I nodded looking at the closet as well, "That is creepy." I agreed slowly.

"Alright well," Jace shifted awkwardly, "Goodnight."

"Night." I said, Jace stared at me for a few more seconds before he nodded and was out the door, my heart leaving with him.

The overwhelming feeling of rejection struck me when the door shut, I knew it shouldn't but I got insecure sometimes. But Jace still loves me, I told myself, he said he would always love why, my conscience battled back, has he not touched me or even hardly looked at me. I pushed those horrible thoughts away and stood up.

Opening up my closet, hoping that I would find see something I liked, I gasped when I saw that this closet was like every woman's dream come true. Row after row of pants, skirts, dresses, shoes, coats, just everything that anyone would need. In the middle of the room, there was a large round ottoman. The floor was white tile with a gold diamond-shape in the middle of them. A full length mirror in the corner.

I walked forward, astounded by all the clothes. Gripping the first clothing in my reach, a navy blue dress, I held it up to myself. By holding it up to myself, the dress looked like it would fit like a glove.

As much as I wanted to play dress-up, it was very late and I needed to find some kind of sleep wear. In the back of the room, after twenty minutes, I found a built in brown wood dresser inside the dresser I saw pairs of sweats and tank tops.

I smiled triumphantly and changed into some black sweatpants and a grey camisole. Then, I ventured into the a bathroom, which was huge also, and found some toothpaste and brushed my teeth, not really feeling comfortable taking a shower here tonight.

I climbed into bed a few minutes after that, fully knowing that I would get no sleep, but I closed my eyes anyway.

My dream was about a funeral. My own it seemed. My mother, Luke, Alec, Isabelle, Robert, Maryse, Jennifer, Ryan, all throwing flowers on my grave. Then, Jace.

Jace's face was one I wouldn't like to remember. Sadness. Despair. Sorrow. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Everything I tried not to get Jace to feel and there he was with white lilies, my favorite flowers, Jace slowly placed the flowers near my tombstone.

Jace rose a hand to the letters on the tombstone.

Clarissa Adele Morgensten Fray

1991-2007

In loving memory, Clary's family remembers her as a daughter, sister, friend, and wife.

"I'm so sorry, Clary. I'm so sorry." Jace cried. "I love you. I cannot live with out you, Clary. I love you so much." He pulled a knife, coated with some dry blood, and pulled it up to his throat...

"Clary. Clary! Wake up!" A male voice yelled in my face, two cold hands were on my shoulders, shaking me out of my nightmare.

I opened my eyes, gasping for breath as sweat rolled off my forehead. Jonathan sat beside me in the bed, looking at me worriedly. I jumped away from him, not because of who he was really but because there was a man in my bed that wasn't Jace.

"Are you alright? I could hear your heartbeat from down the hallway, it was pounding so fast. So I thought that I should wake you up." He explained after my jump.

"What were you doing in the hallway at," I paused to look at the clock by my bed, "two o'clock in the morning?"

Jonathan shrugged, "I couldn't sleep. Are you okay?"

"Not really, can you get out now?" I asked, kind of rudely.

He nodded, "Oh sorry." He seemed to notice that he sat in my bed and stood up, "Do you need any water?"

"I'm okay." I said dismissively. Jonathan sighed and started to walk from the room. "Thank you for waking me up."

He turned to me and smiled, "You're welcome." Then he exited the room and shut the door.

I didn't know what Jonathan's plan was or why he was being so nice. I didn't know why Jace was being distant. But when I first got here, I thought this distant mad Jace would be Jonathan and that the kind comforting Jonathan would be Jace.

Laying back down, I shut my eyes once again. Trying to dream about a time where maybe Jace and I's life together would be normal.

At six in the morning, after hours of waking up and going back to sleep, I gave up and took a shower. There was more women products in the bathroom, which by this point I wasn't very surprised at.

The shower calmed my tense muscles and eased my tension. And of course now that my hair smelled like strawberries helped as well.

I felt... like myself again. Which I didn't like. It wasn't that I didn't want to be myself. I just didn't think I should feel this comfortable around Jonathan. I shouldn't feel like we are actually family. Brother and sister.

I shouldn't so I didn't.

"Max, ready to go downstairs?" I asked once my hair was dry and I was dressed in a new black v-neck long sleeved shirt and blue jeans.

Max, as a German Shepard dog, seemed to nod and ran towards the door his tail wagging. I smiled in spite of myself and followed him to the door. Pausing with my hand on the doorknob, I bent down and pet Max's head for a second.

"Stay close to me, okay?" I whispered intensely. Max seemed to get my intensity and nodded in his own way before licking my hand. "Alright, Max, let's go."

I opened the door and walked out into the hallway. Pausing again to glance at the door I thought was Jace's room before Max and I walked down the stairs together. I walked to the kitchen, finding Jonathan leaning against the marble counter and Jace seated at the head of the table. A sandwich and an apple in front of him.

Jace looked over at me and he started to smile but then he soon covered it up with a wave in my direction. I smiled at him despite that, my heart automatically quickening at the sight of him.

"Eight-fifty three." Jonathan muttered noticing me in the doorway, "I was beginning to think that you were going to get down here past nine."

"That is hardly a good morning," Jace said from the table, "Clary come here, I have food for you and Max."

"Max?" Jonathan asked, confused.

I glared at him, "Yes, Max." I placed a protective hand on my dogs head, "He's named after a little boy that you killed." Jonathan looked the dog over but said nothing, not one single shed of guilt stood on his features.

I walked over to the table where Jace was and sat down beside him in a chair. Max, now a small white dog, jumped up in my lap; hoping for food as well. Jace handed the dog an apple, because Max had a deep love for apples, and gave me the sandwich; which I now realized to be peanut butter and jelly.

"Have you eaten?" I asked Jace. He nodded but said nothing more as he stood up from the table and walked to the refrigerator.

I felt that he was stretching the truth with me a little, but I gratefully ate the sandwich. When I was finished, Jonathan sat down in the seat that Jace just left. He handed me a small portable notepad that looked like a journal and some pens.

"Here," Jonathan set them in front of me, "Whenever you think of something draw it."

I gave him a look, "You want me to draw everything that comes to my mind?"

"No, sister," He said impatiently, "You create Runes. I want you to draw whatever new rune that comes to your mind."

"It doesn't work like that." I responded looking down at the journal.

"I don't care how it works, just do it." Jonathan commanded; this was the Jonathan I remembered. I almost jumped when a hand was placed around my shoulders, sending light electric waves through my arms.

"If Clary doesn't want to do it, she doesn't have to." Jace stated, staring at Jonathan.

"Actually, she does." Jonathan replied, "The consequences will be deadly."

"The consequences?" I asked, "You are going to punish me if I don't do what you want?"

"Not exactly, come with me." He stood and started to led the way out of the kitchen. I glanced at Jace, his arm fell from my shoulder and came to rest at the small of my back, and I stood. Then, Max, Jace, and I followed a demon into its lair.

Jonathan led us to a door in the hallway, opened it, and there were cement stairs leading down with a railing on the wall. It was dark, I could hardly see the first two stairs. Jonathan started to walk down them and I almost followed but Jace cut me off, going down before me one hand on his belt.

The other hand reached back and caught one of mine. I started to smile, but then I realized it was more of a guiding hand than a comforting gesture. Still, I took it and let him guide me down the steps. Halfway down, or so I hoped, Max glowed blue before he jumped back on my shoulder, a ferret once again.

Squeaking and a scurrying of feet made me pause, I saw a brown rat running down the stairs behind me before it fled past Jace and I and jumped on Jonathan's hand. That must be his own Metamorphosi.

Twenty more steps and finally there was a white light coming from the bottom, it was small but growing with every step. Jace squeezed my hand. I looked away from the light to find his silhouette. He looked back at me for a moment, searching my face as if to memorize it and I was suddenly reminded of the night in Idris, when he told me he would love me forever. Then the hope in me died as the light grew.

We reached the bottom steps and I was shocked. Complete utter shock.

At the bottom of the steps, the light now shinning through the four walled cement room. The room was huge, with a stage-like area with three foot high steps leading up to the top, which was simply an open floor nothing on it but three large black circles that looked like tile.

The room also had a long table filled with different kinds of weapons. This wasn't what shocked me though, I knew Jonathan was a mad-man and he probably had a weapon room around every corner. What surprised me was that there was a prison cell, filled with people; men, women, and children, all standing with their eyes-closed, all very still.

I looked over at Jonathan. Praying silently that he wasn't about to do what I thought he was going to do. Jonathan started to smile slowly. Oh no.

"Why are these people down here?" I asked, trying to keep the anger and sadness out of my voice.

Jonathan looked over at me, "These are not people, they are Downworlders."

"And what are you going to do with them?" This time the anger was clear.

He turned back to the prison cell and smiled, "Come with me, sister."

"Where is Clary going?" Jace stepped in. His hand still in mine.

"I just want to show my sister what the punishment is when you break the rules, little brother," Jonathan said innocently then his voice turned hateful, "Or when you are filth like them." He pointed over to the cell in disgust.

"How dare you! How can you talk about people like that?" I asked loudly before I could stop myself. Jace squeezed my hand again, this time in comfort.

"These are not people, Clary. These are the scum that ruin this Earth!" Jonathan yelled right back at me.

"But these are lives! Lives you are taking!" I momentarily realized that I had no idea what Jonathan planned to do with the Downworlders but I had a feeling that it would be bad.

"Yes, yes I am." He said his tone unaffected. "Now I would get up there," He pointed to the stage-area, "and onto one of those three tiles before it happens."

"Before what happens?" I part-demanded.

"You'll see. Come. It is about to begin." Jonathan started to climb the three steps leading up to the stage. Jace pulled me up while I tugged on his hand to get him to stop.

"Clary, please." Jace whispered lowly as we touched the cement ground of the stage it was hot. Hot like when the sun has been beating down on the floor around a pool. It burned my shoe covered feet.

Jace noticed the heat and led us to one of the three tiles. He shook his head at me before placing on foot hesitantly on the black tile, he nodded and sighed in comfort placing his other foot in the tile as well.

The heat was becoming unbareable and I was about to run over to the third tile area as Jace suddenly yanked my hand and pulled me onto his tile spot. My back to his chest. He tensed. Every part of my body burned comfortingly where it touched Jace, besides my feet.

The tile was cold. Cold like when you would step into the pool and cool off your burned feet. It felt nice against my shoes, I sighed in comfort, and Jace relaxed behind me.

Jonathan, across from us in a similar tile space, looked impatient as he held a grey box with a blue and red button on it. The kind of box you would see in a superhero movie and on of the buttons blows up and the other is safe. He pressed the blue button and suddenly a glass cylinder came up around the three tiles, in a form of safety. The glass rose and rose until it almost hit the ceiling which I could only guess it stopped was because we needed air.

Jonathan pressed the red button and the cell doors opened, all the people that it contained woke up and looked around. Mothers grabbing their children as they screamed. Fathers running out of the cell and looking towards the stairs. Then, they noticed Jonathan and all growled at once.

Jonathan smiled, a grim awful smile that haunted my dreams, "Welcome, Downworlders."

"How dare you!" A mother screeched hiding her children's heads with her hands.

"Please, join me. It will make things much easier." Jonathan motioned to the stage.

"You are heartless!"

"We will never join you!" A man puffed out his chest and many other men yelled in agreement.

I felt Jace's hand let go of mine and rub my arm, the other came up slowly to cover my eyes. I pushed it away.

Jonathan sighed, "Well, I guess this will have to happen." He pressed the red button again and another glass wall suddenly appeared behind the crowed, it started to push them forward towards the stage.

Men tried to push it back, vampires, werewolves, everyone all working together to save themselves. The glass didn't stop, they were now nearing the steps. The werewolves started who had all turned into wolves by now, were shoving against the glass trying helplessly to break it. The second step... Jace now turned me to face his chest, but I could still were now on the stage.

"Now, was that so hard?" Jonathan asked as the glass started to create a dome around the stage. His finger pointed towards a black button on the box, which I had not seen before.

People started to beat on our glass, children screamed from the heat of the stage, some vampires trying to jump over the top of the glass, werewolves charging head first into our only safety. Jace held me closer, but the glass did not break.

"Sister, this is how you will be punished if you do not obey me." Jonathan locked eyes with me through the crowd.

"Stop it, Jonathan. You've made your point." Jace said, rubbing my back. I couldn't believe he could be so calm when all these people were about to... I didn't even want to think it.

"No, I want to teach Clary a lesson, you will obey me." Jonathan replied, only looking at me. "Look, Clary, look what you've done to them."

"Don't look, you did not cause this." Jace whispered to me.

I looked. I looked at every soul, every life, every family that Jonathan was about to take away forever.

"Look what you have caused!" Jonathan screamed suddenly, "Look! Watch what happens to them!" He pressed the black button.

"Don't look, Clary!" Jace yelled in my ear, but even if I tried to not look it was to late. Fire shot up from the ground, engulfing every last one of the Downworlders on the stage, but it did not set flames to them. The fire ran over every part of their skin and they started to turn grey, motionless. They were turning to stone. Then, it stopped and all the glass came down, unlocking us from our safety.

I stared around at all the screaming people, all the mothers trying to help their children, the werewolves trying to break all the glass, the vampires in crouched forms prepared to jump away but they were never able to.

"Think about this the next time you decided to talk back to me." Jonathan said, then he started to walk back up the stairs as if he had not just taken a hundred peoples lives.

I kept looking, in shock, maybe, from person to person.

"Clary..." Jace whispered. I noticed that I had walked away from him, let go of his hand, and was out of his embrace and I was standing in the middle of the stones.

"Clary," He continued, "It isn't your fault. Don't think that this is your fault."

I could not speak. The silence in the room was poisoning.

"Please, Clary. Talk. Say something, please."

"Jonathan... how could he... how could anyone do this? All these people." I whispered. Jace wrapped his long arms around me.

"I don't know, Clary." He rubbed my back. "I don't know."

"My fault... my fault." Remarkably, I was not crying.

"Clary, this is not your fault. Listen to me. It isn't." Jace pulled away only to place his hands on my shoulders and look me in the eyes.

"Why did he do this then?"

"Jonathan is a monster, Clary. He is a heartless monster."

"Why?" I whispered.

"Because he wanted to get inside your head." Jace whispered, moving his hands up my shoulders to cup my face, "Under those pretty curls and behind those emerald eyes."

"How are you so... calm?" I asked loudly.

Jace sighed, "Jonathan showed me what would happen if I tried to run away. I think you can guess what he showed me."

I looked around again before Jace's hand pushed my head back to look at him instead. I just shook my head, not knowing what else to say or do.

"You should't of come, Clary." He whispered.

Not this again,

"I had to."

"No you didn't." Jace pulled me towards his chest again, my arms stayed at my sides, "I can take care of myself, Clary."

"So if the situation was reversed, you would want me here by myself?" I asked doubtfully, looking up so I could see his eyes.

They narrowed, "That's different."

"No it's not."

"Clary, I know you are brave and stubborn but you also are little and you need to be protected-" He stopped when I pushed myself away from him, I almost fell into a stone werewolf.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I was suddenly furious with him and this whole situation.

"Clary," Jace whispered shock covering his features, "I didn't mean it in a bad way. Everyone needs to be protected sometimes."

"Exactly, this is your time." I motioned upstairs to where Jonathan was.

"No, Clary-" Jace ran a hand through his hair, I could tell his own anger was rising. "You shouldn't of come! Now Jonathan is going after you and I have to protect you."

"Why? Because I am so helpless and little?" I nearly screamed, "Do you not remember that I am a trained shadowhunter, Jace, do you not remember that I can throw knifes across the room and hit my target. Do you not remember that I can create Runes?" I was screaming by now.

"Yes, I remember. I know you can, Clary! I know those things! But I can't let you fight my battles for me!"

"Oh, so because you're the man you have to do everything and I have to sit on the sidelines? Do you not think that maybe I want to protect you too?" I asked angrily, I turned my back to him and started to run up the stairs.

I knew Jace could catch up to me if he wanted to, but he kept his distance if he was even coming up the stairs. From his silent footsteps and no light at all, I couldn't be completely sure. Sad, furious, and alone, except for the ferret on my shoulder- my one true rock- I climbed the stairs.

Jace:

Why did I always have to mess things up? I should've just held her, let her cry into my shoulder, while I marvel at how beautiful she is, how she fits so well in my arms, and how warm she is. But no, I had to mess things up by talking. Now, Clary was mad at me and I couldn't do anything about it.

If only things were different, if only Clary and I had met at a coffee shop and I wasn't a shadowhunter, instead I was high-school student and she was the gorgeous painter. I could picture it, my fantasy in which Clary would be safe, I would come into the shop; Clary would be my waitress, we would lock eyes and instantly fall in love, get married, have kids, all the while she would be safe and happy.

But things aren't different and Clary is not safe. That thought alone could drive me into insane emotions.

I wanted to make her happy, I wanted her to always smile that beautiful smile that would light up her eyes and face. Which in return would make my whole day better.

But that couldn't always happen; as much as I wanted, as much as I pleaded to the God I didn't believe in, the happily ever after in fairy tales never really happened.

So, slowly, I climbed the steps after her letting her keep her distance from me, if that was what she wanted.

Sure I wanted to run up to her, apologize, kiss her, love her, the way a fiancee should. But I couldn't, because that was what Jonathan wanted me to do. He didn't want me to be the far away lover, he wanted me to let my guard down when she came in the room and simply focus on Clary.

As a shadowhunter who has trained for years, he should think better. But I knew Jonathan was thinking better because not only was I a shadowhunter who had trained for seven years against demons like him, but now I was a shadowhunter in love. Hopelessly deeply in love with the girl that was storming out of the room, away from me.

As I made my way to the top of the stairs and out of the room, I looked both ways do the hallway. Where had Clary gone? As mad as she was at me, I still wanted to keep close, when Jonathan was around, to protect her.

"Why don't you make some dinner? Clear your mind a little bit." The voice of Jonathan sounded from the kitchen, I walked quickly in that direction.

I entered the kitchen and saw Jonathan and Clary, who still looked empty, sad, and maybe a little angry. Jonathan had his back to me, Clary was at the stove pouring something into a bowl which had bubbling water in it. She did not look at me.

"Is that what you want me to do?" Clary asked Jonathan, her tone emotionless.

"I want you to do what you want to do," Jonathan replied easily, "Unless I tell you to do something. In which case you should probably listen to me."

Clary flinched and I instantly stepped forward, towards her to comfort her wrap my arms around her small waist and tell her it was going to be okay. However, Jonathan and Clary both looked up at me. Clary eye's narrowed and her expression turned angry. Jonathan looked amused.

"Nice of you to join us, little brother. I thought you had lost your way." Jonathan sneered.

"I wouldn't worry about me getting lost." I snapped at him.

Jonathan tsked, "Jace, I wouldn't get to feisty. You know what would happen..." With his eyes he pointed at Clary and back at me. I growled at him, walking forward until I was right across from Clary.

"What are you making?" I asked, Jonathan walked over to the table in the kitchen, sitting down at the head and watching the show.

Clary glared at me, "Spaghetti."

I was shocked by this, "But you hate spaghetti."

She shrugged looking down while she stirred the contents of the bowl, "Jonathan wanted some."

My head snapped over to Jonathan, "Why can't you make your own pasta?"

"Clary offered." Jonathan shrugged.

"Is that true?" I turned back to my Clary.

She was still glaring at me, "I wanted to take my mind off things."

Jonathan cut me off before I could respond, "So, sister, how is mom?"

Clary's eyes flashed and her snapped over to Jonathan, "What?"

"Is she out of her coma?"

"What do you care?" Clary asked, her voice full of venom.

"She is my mother." Jonathan replied mocking hurt.

Clary glared at him for another second, "Yes, she is out of her coma. She is doing fine."

"And how is your werewolf friend...Lucian?"

"Luke,"

Clary said, "Is now her fiancee."

"And your vampire friend?"

"Simon."

Jonathan shook his head, "It doesn't matter what his name is, he is still a Downworlder."

Clary's hand tightened around her wooden spoon. Suddenly, Jonathan's plan shone up at me. This is how he was going to get at Clary, I can only hope that he wouldn't go after Luke... and Simon, for Clary's happiness not mine.

"Are you going to go after them too?" Clary was obviously trying to keep calm.

"Maybe I won't... maybe I will." Jonathan muttered. After that, Clary was gone. She grabbed the knife, that confidently lay beside the bowl she was just stirring, and threw it at Jonathan's head. He dodged but did not look angry.

"Clary!" I yelled, shocked, "Get out!" I stepped in front of her and pushed her from the room and all the way upstairs, until we were in her bedroom and she was seated on the bed.

"Jace! I did not need your-" Clary's voice cut off as my lips crashed down on hers. They were not soft like they should be, instead they were forceful, ruthless, and nothing like I usually kiss her. Unsurprisingly, she pulled away.

I was surprised, however, when I saw that she was crying.

"Clary," I whispered cupping her face, "Did I hurt you?"

She pulled away, getting her face out of my hands and I couldn't deny that I was hurt. Clary held a piece of paper, clutched between her hands like it was a lifeline.

"I want you back." She whispered, her voice breaking on and off from her crying.

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly. My hands dropping to my sides as she obviously didn't want me to touch her.

"I want you back." Clary repeated a little louder.

"I'm here, Clary. I'm still here."

"I know, I see you. But I don't see Jace. Where is the cocky bastard that everyone hates but I love? Where is the secretly sensitive man that loves me with all his heart? Where are you, Jace? Because this isn't you. I want you back." She whispered.

I was speechless, staring at the girl I loved. I wanted to say, I'm right here but I could only think how I looked in her eyes. A man who used to show the world that he loved Clary. Now, I was just a far away, fighting, man who was not there for her when she needed me most.

"I want you back, Jace. I want the man that wrote me this back." She held up the note and handed it to me. Still speechless, I read it and recognized it as the note that I wrote when I gave her the ring that now was around her neck. The night I told her I loved her.

"Can I sleep in here tonight?" I didn't mean for the to sound like it did, but I had to show her that I was still here and that I still loved her and would love her until I died.

"What?" This time Clary looked speechless.

"Please listen, before you say no. I don't mean that I want to do anything that you don't want me to do. I need to hold you tonight. I need to know that I can protect you tonight. I want you to know that I am still here. Please." I practically begged her.

To my complete surprise, again, she let me. Clary scooted back on the bed and under the covers, motioning me to follow. She then closed her eyes and curled up on the bed, her back to me. I smiled at her, took off my jacket, and walked around the bed and sat down beside her. My fingers brushed over her face, pushing back the red hair that had fallen to hide it. Gosh, she is so beautiful.

I smiled wider, taking my shoes off as I lay down in the bed, my head laying on the white fluffy pillow beside her. Hesitantly, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pushed my chest up against her back, my knees pressed up against the back of her knees, my feet intertwined with hers. All of my body was lined up with hers, I was completely guarding her from everything that might get to her.

"I'm still here." I whispered in her ear.

"You are now." Clary sighed.

"I'll be here forever." I kissed the back of her neck lightly. "I'm sorry I upset you and that I yelled at you earlier."

"There's my Jace." Clary's eyes were still closed but her face lit up in a small smile.

I sighed, my Jace she said, "Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Maybe."

"You're my life, my Clary." I whispered into her ear, so low she might not of even heard it.

She smiled a little wider, "Goodnight Jace."

"Goodnight Clary."

Clary:

I woke the next morning to the sun shinning in on my face. The warmness of Jace's body and his arm around me was gone, but as I moved my leg a little I felt that where he was lying was still warm so he probably just got up.

I sat up, looking around my bedroom, Jace was not in the room and the bathroom light wasn't on. I became mildly sad at the sight but I got up to take a shower anyway.

When I came out, I dressed in some jeans and a white shirt with a black comfy warm jacket over it. The room got suddenly very hot and I fanned myself before I heard a sharp wisp of air and I turned around sharply.

Floating over my bed was a flame of fire, but then the flame suddenly went out and a note fell from it. Ah, fire letter. I assured myself, walking towards the bed I grabbed the note.

Miss Clarissa Fray Morgensten

It read on the front of the envelope, that's odd. I opened the letter and read.

Clary,

He has Magnus.

-Alec.

I never thought I would get so much anger out of three words in my life.

Until today.

Grabbing at a knife in my jacket, I started to run from the room. My hand was on the doorknob when I stopped myself. Slowly, I backed away from door and sat down on my bed.

Fine, I thought, If Jonathan wants to play the good-guy and bad-gut, if he wants to play mind games and lie then I will too. I dropped the knife on my bed and grabbed a pencil, writing a reply to Alec on the back of his note before I pulled out my stele and watched it flame up and disappear.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think of this chapter! Of Jace and Jonathan and Clary! Tell me what you think Clary wrote back to Alec too! Thanks, have a great day!