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Epilogue

Clary:

I walked down the aisle, past each rows of seats, my white dress flowing behind me when the cold wind blew in my face. I saw the red swirling rune marks coming up from the bottom of my knee length dress and the red runes also came up my forearms on the sleeves of my mourning outfit. I clutched the open umbrella in my hand, trying to prevent any more of the cold snow off my already freezing skin.

Looking up from the ground, I saw Jonathan's coffin standing at attention before the seats. The paleness of the coffin almost blended in with the snow on the ground. It was early November, after all, and the weather in New York had gone drastically low.

I didn't even know why I was here. I knew Jonathan was my brother but we didn't grow up together and as it turns out he was just as crazy as Valentine.

As a family member, I knew I should touch the coffin, say a few words at the death of my brother but I couldn' back to all those stone Downworlders, the way he'd stolen Jace from me, Magnus in front of the line... I just couldn't.

So, I sat down beside my mother in one of the front rows, as there were three areas around the coffin creating a square with one side missing. I gave the open umbrella to Mom, who looked like a snowball had landed on her head, and crossed my arms over my chest, rubbing my elbows trying to get myself a little warmer.

"Did you not bring a jacket?" Luke asked from beside my mother.

"It's in my car." I replied numbly, both from the cold and from my emotions being used overtime lately.

"Where's Max?"

"I tried to get him in the car, but he wouldn't come." I shrugged about to say something bad about Jonathan, but since it was his funeral, I thought better of it.

"Mmhm..." Luke seemed to think better of it as well.

"Hey everyone." A male voice said from behind me. It was Simon.

"Hi, Simon." I smiled, happy to see my best friend. Mom and Luke said their hellos.

"Clary are you okay? I haven't really gotten a chance to talk to you since you came back." Simon brown eyes looked over at me.

"I wish everyone would stop asking me that." I whispered, "Yes, Simon. I'm fine. I'm not hurt, just a little shaken still."

Simon nodded slowly, "Okay. If you need anything let me know."

"Thank you." I said gratefully, I could always count on Simon.

"You're welcome, did you not bring a jacket?" He asked, noticing that my arms were around my sides.

"It's in my car." I rolled my eyes, pointing a thumb back over my shoulder.

"Honey, why don't you go get it?" Mom said.

Simon rose his eyebrows, "You don't need it do you? It's only snowing and you're just wearing a dress, I think-"

"Alright, alright. I'll go get it." I replied, cutting him off, as I stood up and walked back, through the portal, and into the snow covered grassy fields where my silver car was.

This funeral, as all shadowhunter funerals, was in Idris. My mother and Mrs. Penhallow, Aline's mother, had planned it all and tried desperately to get people to come to it. The problem was not because the funeral was in Idris, but because it was Jonathan/Sebastian's funeral in Idris. I found that people weren't to fond of breaking a protective shield, sending war on the shadowhunters, killing hundreds of Downworlders everyday, and kidnaping.

I unlocked my car and grabbed my white mourning jacket, Maryse helped me put the red Runes on it, and pulled it onto me. Instantly I felt warmer, and I sighed contently as I shut my door and locked the car.

"Clary?" I looked up Isabelle, with the rest of the Lightwoods standing awkwardly behind her, was in front of me.

"Yes?" My thoughts instantly went bad. What had happened? Why was Isabelle looking at me with such sadness?

"Are you okay?" She asked slowly. "I mean, it is your brother's funeral."

"My brother who-" I shook my head, "No, I can't say bad things about him at his funeral." I remind myself out loud, surprisingly that was a tough rule.

Isabelle smiled, "Why are you out here?"

"Mom, Luke, and Simon were bugging me about not having a jacket in the snow." I shrugged, Jace gave a started sound and walked forward.

Jace looked comfortable, confident, but deep down I could tell he felt awkward. Jace and I had been trying the last week, trying to recover what we had before, of course it didn't help when your mother makes you go home for a week to 'heal' even though there wasn't a scratch on my body. Even though I had forgiven Jace, we still hadn't kissed, hugged, or touched at all really. He was being good though, with always calling me and going the victory party at Magnus's house.

Jace stood in front of me, bringing his hands up and moving the trapped hair, that was still inside my jacket, outside of it and let it fall over my shoulders. As always when he moved my hair, his expression did not change; he didn't expect a thank you, because by now it was probably like a reflex to Jace. I noticed the others had gone into the portal, leaving us alone.

"Hi Jace." I said.

"Hello, Clary." He smirked and I nearly fainted, this was the first time I had seen his smirk in probably two weeks.

"Are you okay? From the whole kidnaping thing we went through."

"Clary, as long as we are together. I can get through anything."

I looked down at the ground, hiding my blush, and then I slowly wrapped my arms around his back and pushed myself forward. Jace wrapped his arms around my waist, placed his head on my shoulder and sighed. I smiled, we were now embracing for the first time and suddenly my thoughts came pouring out of my mouth.

"It feels so right to be with you. So natural." I whispered, my head against his heart. His heartbeat a steady lullaby.

"You're right, we should do this more often. Just hug." I could almost see the sarcastic smirk on his face and it made me smile wider.

"That's not what I meant." But it is nice to hug you sometimes, just to know you're real and not some dream. A crazy dream where the leading male is an arrogant blonde with a bad attitude.

"What did you mean then? That a part of my soul is inside you, and when I am with you, and you with me, we feel complete and whole? And that I could face the world as long as you are next to me?"

"Something like that." I smiled.

"That's how I feel."

"I like hearing how you feel, you should tell me more often."

Jace groaned, "Great. You are going to become all clingy are you?"

I laughed, pulling away from him, "No, I'm not. You are the one that was just saying how a piece of your soul is inside me."

"That was simply a statement of fact."

I smiled, "Good, because I feel the same way."

"Well look at me." He motioned to his muscled chest and arms, "Who wouldn't want a piece of their soul inside of this?"

"We should probably get back." I whispered looking behind him at the portal, the white chairs were now getting filled up.

Jace smirked again, "What no sarcastic reply?"

"Isn't that your job?"

"A majority of the time, yes. But you have to contribute too, Clary, or this will get boring fast."

"Alright, I'm going back through the portal now." I replied walking around him and starting through the ankle deep snow.

"Clary wait!" Jace ran in front of me to stop me.

"What?" I asked, but Jace simply stared at my face and suddenly his arms were around my waist and his lips were against mine. I almost fell back from the shock of it, but his arms quickly caught me and gently brought me towards him. I started to kiss him back and my arms, as if on their own, twined themselves in his hair and brought him even closer.

But then all to soon, he pulled away.

"Sorry." He whispered a beautiful smile on his face.

Still slightly dazed, I said, "For what?"

"Kissing you. I didn't think you wanted me to."

"Oh because that is such a crime." My sarcasm made Jace's smirked grow.

"Is it not a crime because I am so irresistible?"

I rolled my eyes, "Jace we really have to go."

Jace rose his hands evenly, palms up, "Kiss my beautiful Clary, go to funeral of a lunatic." He rose his right hand, signaling he wanted to kiss me more. He started to lean down again.

"Jace, we have the rest of our lives for that. Come on, we need to get back it looks like its about to start." I started to walk away again. Jace followed me after grumbling to himself for a moment.

We walked through the portal, now all but about ten seats were filled, and every pair of eyes turned to stare at us. Some looked grateful others look sad and most looked happy. I glanced over at Jace, but he just put an arm around my shoulders and led me down the isle.

"I love you. I'll meet you after okay?" Jace whispered in my ear as we neared my seat.

I nodded, "I love you too." When we reached my row, I sat down beside my mother again.

"Jace," Mom started, "I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to talk to you, but I just wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?" Jace looked confused.

"For everything." Mom nodded, "Thank you for protecting Clary, even back to the start, when I was still in a coma. Thank you." She stood and hesitantly put her arms around him and embraced him. Jace still looked confused and slightly uncomfortable, but he hugged her back.

"You're welcome." He said when she let him go. "But you should be thanking your daughter, she's the one that kept me going." Jace and Mom both looked at me fondly.

I stayed quiet, wanting them to have this bonding moment.

"Clary is quite stubborn." Mom shook her head with a laugh. "And hard-headed."

"Thank you?" I smiled uneasily.

"That's as much of a complement as it will be the death of me." Jace muttered, smiling down at me. I sighed happily, that's my smile. He only shows it to me.

"Oh, like your sarcasm and arrogance are a ray of sunshine."

"But that's what makes me Jace, my love." My eyes narrowed slightly at this, he was using me wanting him to be Jace against me. Mom looked to be hiding a great emotion behind her hand on her mouth.

"Jace," Luke spoke up, "Maybe you should get over to your family."

Jace looked around, remembering the Lightwoods behind him, "Okay. See you all later." He bent down and kissed my temple before strolling back to his seat.

"Bye." I said to his retreating back.

"So everything is okay, Clary?" Simon asked, leaning forward to talk to us.

"Yes, everything is fine." I smiled reassuringly at my friend as I saw the Lightwoods sitting in a row across from us, behind the Penhallow's.

As the last few people filled the chairs, people started to make speeches. Trying to say good things, but everyone knew Jonathan was all bad. Maryse Lightwood made a lovely speech about Jonathan taking Jace and I, and how much that hurt her. After a few songs and multiple long speeches, six adult male shadowhunters, Robert included, carried Jonathan's coffin into the tomb and that was it. The funeral was over.

I felt... empty all of a sudden. I suddenly wanted to be wrapped up in Jace's arms and have him comfort me, but that wasn't what I needed. So when everyone started to get up out of their seats, I stayed people tried to talk to me but I just shook my head.

Jace crouched in front of me, grabbing my hand and gently telling the others to leave us alone while he talked to me. They all agreed and walked through the portal, Jace and I were now alone other than a few left over families. Jace grabbed my hand and looked me in the eye.

"What's wrong, Clary?" Jace asked quietly. I didn't answer, "Do you need to cry? It's alright if you need to cry, Clary."

My eye brows furrowed together and I looked over his head at the tomb.

"What is it, Clary? Tell me. What's wrong, love?"

"I need... something."

"What do you need? I'll get it for you."

I shook my head, getting up out of my seat and letting go of his hand. I walked to the front of the large cement tomb. I walked into it, ignoring Jace as he called after me, I searched around through the names for a moment before finding the one I wanted.

Valentine Morgensten

1972-2007

There was nothing else, no words of love or remembrance. I guess I knew why, but it still surprised me.

I knew Jace was behind me, but for once I didn't want him with me. I didn't want him to see what I was about to do or hear what I was about to say. But I guess that's what husbands did, they were there for their wives through thick and thin.

I took a deep breath and started, "My name is Clary Fray and I am your daughter. Before I even knew you, I hated you. I heard stories about how cruel you were and how awful of a person you were. And then I met you and I realized all those things were true, you were evil and you convinced Jace and I that we were siblings. You made us waste all those days, those moments that we could've been in love and happy. You took our happiness away only to see yourself 'win'. You made Jace think he was part demon, you said that you hated me. But then we worked together and killed you."

"Valentine, you are not my father, you are not anything to me. You didn't deserve my mothers love. Jace didn't deserve such an abusive father that raised him. And you are not worth my tears or anyones hurt and discomfort. My name is Clary Fray and I am your daughter but I am not your family."

I turned away from the grave, expecting to see Jace, but I saw my mother. She was five feet away from me, crying silently.

"Honey," She choked, "If I would've known. If I knew what he was like I would've never married him ever. Clary-"

"Mom, you don't have to explain. I get it. I'm not mad at you. I don't blame you for anything. It was all his fault, not yours you had no idea of knowing."

Mom nodded and was silent for a minute, staring at the coffin behind me. I walked to the entrance of the tomb and was about to leave when I turned back to her.

"Jace and I are engaged." I whispered before climbing the steps out of the tomb and saw Jace, in his grey t-shirt, white jacket, and light jeans. I smiled at him, walked over, and took his hand.

"Everything okay?" Jace asked, moving my hair away from my eyes.

Nodding I said, "I'm ready to go home now."

Jace smiled back at me, "Let's go home."

We walked back through the portal and I drove everyone back to the Institute, leaving Jace's hand in mine the whole time. I did not think about my mother yelling at me later about the engagement or Jonathan and Valentine turning over in their graves as Jace and I were finally happy and together.

The End

A/N: Thanks for reading! Thank you everyone for all the tremendous support, all the beautifully sweet reviews, and all the friends I have made through this story! I have the best followers in the world and I could ask for anything better thank you all so much!

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