Quick recap for anyone who's forgotten what's happened so far (I read a lot of TMI Fan Fics, so I often need a refresher when I get an update for a new chapter)

-Clary moved to Brooklyn to find her brother, she met Jace, Izzy and Alec.

-Clary and Jace have fallen in love

-Valentine found Clary and forced her to come with him to Idris, by beating Jace until she begged him to stop; agreeing to go.

-Clary left a rune on Jace enabling her to send him messages, and find him. The rune also glows when she thinks of him.

-Altercation between Clary and Valentine

-Magnus helped the Shadowhunters find Clary with a tracking spell.

Enjoy!

-tash

When Alec landed on the soft grass he looked up to see his sister and cousin a few feet away; they were looking around their surroundings, trying to figure out where they were. It was clear to them that they were in Idris; small faeries and pixies fluttered through the trees; they were messenger faeries and could be found almost anywhere you went.

"We're close." Jace said suddenly, looking at a field of flowers about a hundred yards away. "We're about a mile away from the Herondale manor, it's north of us. The Wayland manor is about three miles south, which means Clary's about three quarters of a mile to the west. Let's go."

Before the Lightwoods could stop to ask how Jace knew the area so well, he was already walking in the direction of the Morgenstern's manor. They jogged to catch up to him.

Within about forty-five minutes, the three Shadowhunters were in front of a large gate; the Morgenstern family crest was sitting at the top of it and they all nodded to each other. They climbed over the fence quietly and began to skirt their way around the manor in hopes of finding something to help them locate Clary. After a few minutes Izzy spotted a small window about a foot off the ground that was open. After carefully looking into the dark room they each climbed through.

When they walked further into the room Jace realized they were in a guest bedroom; the furniture was covered in sheets and a thin layer of dust coated everything. As the three neared the door they heard a conversation between two men in the hall. Jace inched forward in hopes of hearing what was being said.

"Valentine says he thinks he saw someone on the manor a little while ago," the first man said; Jace cringed as he recognized the voice belonged to Pangborn.

"He's a bloody fool, he is. No one would come here, no one even knows we live here again."

"You don't know that! I mean this house was a pile of rubble and ashes for the last seventeen years, don't you think people will become suspicious now that its suddenly rebuilt?"

"Oh, please! No one even comes near here. Look, I don't want to piss Valentine off, you saw what he did to the girl, and she's his daughter. I can't imagine what he'll do to us if we get on his bad side." The two men laughed and mumble something about how stupid she was for trying to fight him, pathetic, they said.

Jace clenched his jaw, he too had seen what Valentine had done to Clary, he motioned to step forward but Alec grabbed his arm firmly and gave him a stern look. They listened as the footsteps and voices began to fade away.

"I brought a bag of food and clothes down to the brats last night; you're doing it next time. I hate it in the cellars, gives me the willies." Blackwell mumbled as they turned the corner.

When they were sure the two men were gone they stepped into the hallway.

"We have to find the cellars." Izzy said looking around to try get an idea of where they were. Jace touched the rune through his shirt and he felt it emit heat along with the faint glow.

"It's on the other side of the building, they wouldn't keep guests near the cellars." Jace said, hastily walking down the long hallway. The Shadowhunters wound their way through hallway after hallways until finally they found a set of stairs, set back in a dark corner. Alec gestured for the two to go through while he stayed back, making sure no one was following them.

They crept down the stairs quietly, Izzy silently thanked herself for remembering to draw a silent rune; her heels clicking surely would have echoed through out the manor for everyone to hear.

As they ventured further down, the temperature began to drop and a disturbing smell began to waft towards them. Jace grunted silently, realizing they were close. He felt the rune again and noticed that the rune was much warmer than it had been before. We're close, he mouthed to Izzy and Alec, and they nodded. Jace stopped to peak around a corner where he saw a dimly lit hall with brown, tattered looking doors at the end of it. They heard a man speaking and froze.

CPOV

Valentine paced back and forth in front of Clary and Jonathan, he looked down at them with an emotionless face. Pangborn and Blackwell stood off to the side, watching with their arms crossed, a look of amusement glued to their faces.

"My, Clarissa, you healed quickly." He said, gesturing to her face.

"Maybe that's because you're a coward and didn't hit me hard enough." She spat, her green eyes piercing his.

"Are you asking to be beat again? Clarissa, I really did not enjoy having to do that-"

"Really? Because the disgusting smile that was plastered to your face as you punched me in the face repeatedly seemed to say otherwise."

"DO NOT interrupt me when I speak, dear. As I was saying, it truly pained me to have to do that to you, but, all children need to be taught to speak with respect to your elders. Clearly your mother did not do a very good job of teaching you manners as a child."

"Don't you dare talk about our mother." Clary said, feeling her brother grab her arm firmly as he did before she had been beat the day before.

"I will speak of her when and how I please. She did love me, at one point. Until she ran away with that, thing, she now calls her husband." Valentine said as if her tone hadn't even phased him. "I can tell she never told you the truth, about why she left me. Why she took my children from me. I have no shame, so I will tell you on her behalf."

"I don't care why she left you, although I'm glad she did." Clary spoke, each word filled with venom. Valentine continued, waving her comment off like it was nothing.

"You see, children, I had a plan, a plan to make the world better, safer. I wanted to create more Shadowhunters, stronger ones. I created The Circle."

"We know what you did. Our mother told us. She admitted that she was a part of it, before the uprising. She told us what you did with the Mortal Cup, and that she even tried to hide it."

"In a painting, yes, she did. But she was not as smart as she thought; I saw her one night, pulling it out of the picture. I scolded her for what she had done, and she said she was only trying to protect it for me. I pretended to believe her, and she gave me back the cup. A few weeks later she disappeared, you all did." Clary closed her eyes, she knew Valentine was trying to make it seem like Jocelyn was a bad person, but she knew that her mother had only done it to keep her family safe.

"If you have the cup, why are we here? It's not like you need us as leverage to convince her to give it back. You already have what you need."

"You see Clarissa, that is where you are both wrong a right. I don't need you as leverage; but that doesn't mean I still don't need you. In fact, you were the last piece to the puzzle, now that I have you, I have everything I need."

"I understand why you need me, because I have Angel blood. My mother told me that; it's why I can do things others can't, it's why I can" Clary stopped herself before admitting she could create new runes. "It's why I can heal so fast. What I don't understand why you need Jonathan."

Valentine laughed quietly before closing his eyes thoughtfully, they stayed closed when he spoke again.

"I could never find you alone, Clarissa, you always had someone following you, protecting you. So instead, I took Jonathan. I knew you would come looking for him. I also knew you would come alone. At first, Jonathan was simply bait."

"At first?" Clary asked, looked at Jonathan in confusion. He closed his eyes and a tear slipped down his dirt-covered cheek.

"Yes. At first. At first I thought he was just like any other Nephilum; half human, half Angel. I was wrong; he's more than that, much more."

"Jonathan, what's he talking about?" Cary asked, refusing to cry. She refused to cry in front of her father. She needed to come across as powerful and fearless.

"Clary, I'm sorry, I didn't know. I swear I had no idea." Valentine laughed before walking towards Jonathan and grabbing him by the back of his neck; he lifted him to his feet roughly.

"Don't touch him!" Clary screamed.

"You may not feel so protective when you find out what he really is, Clarissa. Jonathan!" he barked, shaking the boy.

Jonathan didn't respond. Valentine pulled a small knife from his jacket and dug it into his side, twisting it. Clary screamed as she stepped forward to stop him when she looked up at Jonathan. He made a sound that wasn't human and threw his head back in pain, when he looked back his eyes were entirely black. She froze.

Jonathan blinked suddenly and his eyes were back to normal, he turned to Valentine to try hitting him but he only twisted the knife more, causing Jonathan's eyes to darken again and he screeched. The veins in his neck bulged and turned black. When Valentine was satisfied he pulled the knife out and dropped his son.

Valentine laughed and stepped to the side to watch what Clary would do. She ran to her brother and placed her hands on either side of his face, he looked up with his normal, dark brown eyes. She sighed in relief before spinning to look at Valentine.

"What did you do to him?" She demanded, stepping towards him.

"Nothing new, Clarissa."

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" She screamed taking another step towards him. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?"

Valentine swung his arm quickly, slapping her across the face; she took a step back, blinking quickly to push back tears. She stepped to her father.

"What's wrong, Valentine? Don't like my choice of words? Allow me to try rephrase that."

She took another step towards her father so that they were only inches apart, she had to lean her head back in order to look him in the eyes, but she didn't care.

"What. The fuck. Did you do to my brother?" Clary asked again, smirking. Valentine growled and raised his hand to hit her, Clary braced herself, but didn't flinch. He held his hand in the air for a moment.

"It sucks knowing that I'm not afraid of you, doesn't it?" She asked letting out a small laugh, on the inside she was absolutely petrified, but she didn't dare show it. Her cheek was pulsing and felt extremely hot. He lowered his hand as if thinking, before grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off the ground like he had done before. This time Clary didn't move, she didn't blink or breathe, she didn't try to stop him; she simply hung there, her eyes unwavering.

She closed her eyes finally and thought of Jace, an image flashed before her eyes. Clary saw Valentine holding her in the air, she saw Jonathan crouched to the ground, still bound by handcuffs. She saw the side of Pangborn, leaning against the wall. And then she smelled it; mint. A grin spreading across her face. She focused her thoughts to Jace entirely and replayed the fight in the classroom, when Jace threw a knife to her, she pictured it whizzing by her face and seeing him crouched has he had just thrown it.

"What are you smiling at, you stupid little girl? I could crush you right now. I can tell you can't breath, I can feel your pulse racing, and your face is turning red." Clary smiled.

"You won't kill me, father." As Clary spoke the last word she could taste something bitter in her mouth. "You said yourself, you need me, you need my blood, but you also need my abilities."

"I see you've come around to the prospect of having me as a father."

Clary laughed before muttering something to herself.

"What was that, Clarissa? Speak up. I can't stand mumbling." Clary looked her father in her eyes, she raised her hand right slightly.

"I said, fuck you."