Hi guys! Can you believe it? Chapter 18! So now that the story is winding down, every update is starting to count. And today I'm giving you one of your requests. A P.O.V from Jace (EEEEEHHHH!). You have no idea how long it took me to work on it. It took me all of labor day to finish this. I hope you enjoy it. Also now that the story is starting to wind down, I'm gonna need more baby names. I've been looking into them but I want a name that you guys like. Don't forget to review, follow, and favorite. I love you guys.

Disclaimer: Do we still have to do this? *sighs* I don't own TMI or TID. They belong to Cassandra Clare.

Jace P.O.V

There I stood in the hallway on Mt Sinai. I could hear Clary's feet slap the tiles around the corner, her sniffles getting harder and harder to hear. I didn't know what to do. I stood there waiting for the answer to come down on me but it didn't so instead, I trudged down the stairs and drove home. I couldn't help but thinking about her. About the gold shine on her red hair, the sprinkling of freckles along her body, and those green eyes. The color of grass with bits and pieces of gold. The drive was tedious especially in the rain pounded on my windshield and I automatically flipped on the windshield wipers. The rain was reflecting everyone's sour mood. I found myself outside my house, but I couldn't bring myself to get out the car. I needed to get Clary back. I wanted to get Clary back. She lit a fire under my veins and made me feel more alive than I did in months. I thought back to Will's wedding. Since then she was the only girl I'd been with and quite frankly I liked it that way. I liked us that way. I flinched, when I saw the lights flicker on in the living room. That meant that Ruby was still here. I walked through the rain, not caring if I was getting wet. I didn't care about anything anymore. Except her and him. The only two. My world. Clary and my son. I slammed open the door to be intercepted by Hodge, the golden retriever that had been mine since I was ten.

"Not now Hodge," I said, giving the dog an affectionate pat.

"You're home. I made dinner," said Ruby, coming in, bitting her lip. It was a habit that she did when she was nervous.

"Not now Ruby. I'm not feeling well," I said, shrugging off my jacket and walking up to my room.

"I messed things up for you and that girl didn't I," she said, resting on the door way. Damn, I needed a better lock. I took a deep breath and ignored her. I continued to strip the wet clothes of my body.

"Jace, you can't just ignore me. I'm your sister," she shouted getting frustrated. I turned around to look at her, clenching my knuckles.

"Yes I can. You ruined two of the best things in my life," I said, jabbing a finger at her.

"Jace, stop blaming other people for your problems," she said, looking offended that I even suggested the notion. That got me really mad. It was all too maddening. I didn't realize what I was doing until I took a swing at the wall next to me. Suddenly there was pain exploding all over my hand. Ruby's face got pale. I probably looked just like her father. Ruby was my half sister. When I was two, my mother Celine had an affair with an abusive guy and she got pregnant. Ruby's father got custody of her and began to abuse her. I didn't hear about it until I was eleven, when Ruby decided to come clean. I instantly regretted punching the wall not because I was in pain, which also contributed, but I looked just like him probably. Sweat trickled down my forehead. I looked down at my fist to see a sea of blood.

"Ruby, I-I'm sorry," I said, starting towards her but she screamed and ran out of the room. I sank to the ground. I was ruining everything I touched.

Clary P.O.V.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore. I was probably a sight to see. A short very pregnant girl with a soaking wet hospital gown and tears streaking her cheeks I took a shaky breath and looked at the place in front of me. The place I had always called home. The rain had tapered to a slight drizzle when I got to the door. The familiar chime burst from the button next to the door. I could see red hair floating swiftly towards the glass. The door slammed open and Mum was there wearing her art clothes.

"Clary, what are you doing here? More over, what are you wearing," she shrieked looking down at my wet appearance. But I couldn't answer. She wrapped an arm around me and brought me to the bathroom. She sat me down in the bath tub after stripping off the wet garments. I knew better than to feel insecure with my mother because she's seen everything.

"What happened," she said, and I began to cry, uttering out the events from last night and this morning. She didn't interrupt. She just turned on the faucet and washed my hair. Her fingers working through the knots and gnarls at the base of my neck soothingly.

"Oh Clary," she said, sympathetically as I cried. She hugged me, wiping my tears away with her artist fingers.

"Clary, it'll be alright I promise," she said with tears trickling down my face.

So this is what I spent my whole Labor day weekend on? Are you kidding? That was so short! Believe it or not it took me about two-three days to finish Jace's part and of course, I had to add some Clary and Jocelyn in there because I could let Isabelle have ALL the fun could I (though it isn' very fun). I promise more action to come with this story and I'm really into crunch time. I'm talking about two or three chapters left crunch time. I may update it a little bit later than usual but that's because I'm trying to give you guys my best possible work at the last moment. I love you guys and don't forget to review, follow, and favorite.