KyKat: You will have to wait and see...

Mrs Jace-Wayland-Herondale: I know right! He's such a douche. I hated having to write that but I felt like it was such a Valentine thing to do so I had to put it in here. I haven't read that yet, and I've been lacking good stories too read lately having read most of them, so I will defiantly read that one, thanks!

Around Every Corner

Chapter 3

Clary POV

I followed this guy – Jace, I think he said his name was – to his car. He took his bag of me and rummaged around, looking for something. A few seconds later he pulled out a long blue sleeved shirt, jeans, a black jacket and boots.

We turned a corner and what I saw made me gawk a little. Jace's car was one of the nicest cars I had ever seen, or maybe it was just the lack of seeing nice things these past couple of weeks. Maybe it was really a just piece of junk, but by the way Jace smirked at me when he saw me staring told me otherwise.

"Here," he says, tossing me his keys. I nearly drop them but he doesn't seem to notice. "Unlock the car and just wait inside while I get changed. Or if you still want to you can go grab that sniffer dog of yours and see if you can find and murder weapons. Your choice. Whatever tickles your fancy."

I roll my eyes, unlock the car and slide into the passenger seat.

The car really is amazing, considering where I met Jace. Usually people who were at one of Valentines fight nights really needed the cash. This didn't seem to apply to Jace, but who was I to complain? This is my best chance of getting away from my father; the fact that we have a car is just a bonus.

Jace opens the driver's door, pulling me out of my thoughts before I get lost in them completely.

I look over at him and frown. There's something about him that seems familiar, but he doesn't seem to feel the same way so I decide to not say anything.

He looks at me and doesn't say anything. Maybe he does recognise me...

I open my mouth to say something about it to him but he cuts me off before I can even get the first letter out.

"You do know that to be able to drive a car, you need to have the keys and they need to be in the engine, right?"

I frown again before I realise that I'm still holding his keys in my hands. He holds out his own and I drop the keys in them.

"Thank you." he says in a sarcastic tone.

I ignore the sarcasm and turn to look out of the windscreen.

He pulls out of the alleyway we were parked in and drives onto the main road.

"So," I say. "Have you figured out your master plan yet?"

He glances at me out of the corner of his golden eyes and then focuses back on the road without saying a thing, telling me all I need to know about his plan. He doesn't have one.

"Please tell me you at least know where we're going? I hate not knowing where I'm going."

"We?" he questions. "There is no we. You're going home, wherever you want that to be, and I'm going to go and find my so-called-father and kick his ass for abandoning me back there."

I don't know why, but that hurt. I cross my arms over my chest and sink down in my seat a bit.

"Well?" he asks.

"Well, what?" I snap back at him.

"Well, where am I taking you?"

I think about my family, my real family; my mum, Luke. I think about my friends, Alec and Izzy. They must all be freaking out right now. Alec and Izzy are away in Florida right now, but my mother and Luke would have no doubt told them that I was missing. Then there was their parents, Maryse and Robert Lightwood and also their little brother Max. They would probably know now. My mother and Luke would have also told our neighbours, Stephen and Celine Herondale. Man, that's a lot of people I'm going to have to explain things to when I got back.

Wait a minute...

I sit up in my seat again.

Stephen and Celine Herondale.

Didn't Jace say his last name was Herondale?

Oh my God, I thought. Is it him? After all these years, is he back?

"Jace?"

"Yeah?"

"Was that really your father? Back at the fights I mean."

He hesitates. "What does it matter?" he replies, a little too harshly.

Then it all clicks.

"He's not is he?" I push.

"Is this really any of your business?"

"Just answer the goddamned question!" I almost scream at him.

He seems to take the hint that I'm not just going to take nothing for an answer.

"No. Okay? No, he's not my real father." He snaps at me. "Now will you just leave it alone, for God's sake?"

He's talking but I can't hear him over the roar in my ears that started when he said that the man at the fights was not his father.

"Oh my God," I whisper, staring at him in a way that would make anyone feel uncomfortable. He shifts in his seat.

"What?" he spits at me.

"It's you, isn't it? It's really you."

"What do you mean 'it's me'?"

"Jace, pull over the car." My tone is deadly serious. "Now."

He senses the tone and pulls over at the next lay-by.

He leans over to me slightly, his elbow resting on the place where the middle of his back is supposed to be.

"What is it?" His tone is gentle. He has no idea what's going on.

"Jace," My voice still holds the deadly seriousness. "Who are your biological parents?" I say, over-enunciating each word.

He frowns. I think he's not going to tell me but he says, "Stephen and Celine Herondale."

I unbuckle my belt and get out of the car as fast as I can. He follows me after a moment of confusion.

I start to pace my side of the car. He leans on his side.

"Clary, what is it? What's going on?"

I can barely hear him.

I stop pacing and look him dead in the eye.

This isn't happening. It can't be happening. It's impossible.

Stephen and Celine's son is long dead.

AN: Hey guys! Cliff hanger, I know, I'm sorry. But really I'm not. You will find out how everything links together in the next chapter. And I know this is short, but if I put the explanation in this chapter it would be too long. Anyway, thank you for all of the reviews you guys leave, even if there's not that many. I love hearing what you guys think about what I write and I promise I do read every single one. I know every writer on here says it, but they do really mean a lot and I would appreciate it SO much if you did leave one. Anyway, this author's note is getting way too long so I will leave you now. Follow, favourite, review if you haven't. How do you think everything will fit together?

Au revior for now my munchkins and see you next week (hopefully)!

~LauraLightwoodHerondale