Lacie: Hello children :D

Clary: I am positive that I am not your child

Chris: I don't have a mother

Clary: Chris you do-

Chris: Nope. I don't

Clary: Don't be stubborn Chri-

Chris: I have no mother.

Clary: Then how were you born?

Chris: I wasn't born, I just exist. I wasn't here, but then I was…..

Lacie: Nope. I'm your mother.

Chris: I just said I don't have a mother.

Lacie: Chris did not exist before Lacie-Abyss, If Lacie-Abyss, then Chris. Therefore I am your mother. End of subject.

Chris: -_-

Lacie: Thank you so much guys for all the reviews and lovely things you all said and did! I really appreciate it! Anyways, I should be working on the three projects I have that are all due next week, including an essay, a poster for chemistry, and all this junk for English, but you know, fanfiction, its dominates me.

Clary: Just like art dominates me!

Chris: You haven't even done anything with your art things I got you

Clary: *eh-hem* *points to massive pile of filled out sketchbooks*

Chris: When did you?...

Clary: MAGIC MWAHAHAHA

Lacie: Anyway, as you all know, and as I shall keep reminding you, I do not own TMI, but I do own white haired Clary and Chris. Therefore, I am their mother.

Clary: That just makes us siblings again

Lacie: I don't think of you two as siblings though! well, I umm….

Enjoy!

Clary POV

Despite her four hour nap on the forest ground, Clary slept like a rock as soon as her head hit her pillow.

Her sleep was blissful, void of dreams, the type where one second you're falling asleep and the next you suddenly wake up to sun in your face and wondering if the whole night really just passed by.

Nonetheless, she was pretty comfortable, after having her 'episode', her rune now completing eight turns, the hour hand menacingly declaring only four more, she was tired out. These things weren't getting any easier, just as she thought she was getting the hang of it, it turned out she wasn't. There really wasn't much to prepare you for these types of things. She lied out on the couch for a while, before feeling her eyes droop, declaring to Chris that she was going to bed.

Chris had been strange, he had been quiet, and a bit unresponsive, which wouldn't have bothered her at all before. But now she had Sebastian's feelings and motives, and she could read Chris a lot better. Something was bugging him, and he was thinking about what to do about it. What it was, she had no clue.

I'll ask him tomorrow in the morning….her sleepy mind insisted as she drifted off to a land of sheep and warmth and tranquility.

She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, maybe four hours, give or take one, but it was still dark out when she awoke to the feeling of the mattress beneath her dipping under someone's weight.

Her head still groggy with sleep, she turned around, facing black deep, abysmal eyes.

"Why are you in my bed?" she slurred, "Is yours itchy or something?"

Chris chuckled slightly at her sleepy self, and spoke in a hushed voice, though why, she didn't know. Not like there was anyone to hear them.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to see how you were," he whispered.

"But you're in my bed," she insisted, adding, "and I'm fine, so why else are you here?"

Her eyelids pulled down on her like weights, telling her it was time to go back to sleep, but she fought against it. It was hard though, with Chris's extra body heat, the bed was warm and the covers felt like a cocoon on her skin. She just wanted to roll up and never awake again, but that would be rude of her.

"I don't know. Maybe I just felt like sleeping with my baby sister, is that so bad?"

No. It wasn't, so she shook her head.

Come on Clary, just keep through the conversation, then you can have sleeeppp…

"Okay, but we're just sleeping, cause I'm tired," she dragged out the word tired, exaggerating it.

Chris drew closer to her, causing more warmth to spread around her, making it practically impossible to stay awake. Their foreheads were an inch apart, and Clary's fuzzy mind could just barely make out Chris's features not two inches in front of her.

He outstretched his arm to her, caressing her face, which she leaned into because it felt nice.

Stay awake Clary…..

She blinked her eyes a couple of times, not even realizing that she had started to doze away.

Doze away. Give away, send away, send, what did I send again? Oh yeah, that drawing…

It suddenly felt very important to Clary to tell Chris this, maybe if she told him her secret, he'd tell her what was bothering him. Worth a shot.

"Hey," she said, unsure of how to start this, "Remember how you said that I could send a letter to my family?"

"Mhm?" he teased one of her curls, rubbing the strands between his fingers.

"Well, what if I drew something instead?" she said.

He stopped moving, his expression hadn't changed but she could feel gears moving in his demonic mind. "Do you want to?" he asked, curiously.

"Actually, I already sort of did," she confessed.

"And by sort of, you mean….." his tone suggested another question.

"I mean, I already drew the picture," she said, "And I sent it too."

He was silent for a moment, and during that moment Clary wondered how he would react to that, if she should have told him in the first place. But in her slumbery state, she just didn't care. She had to tell him sometime and now was as best as any.

Even though she was ready for anything, she was surprised slightly at the calm demeanor from him.

Patiently, he asked, "When?"

"A few days ago, when you got me the paints and art supplies," she replied. She was still waiting for a fuse to blow, but it didn't seem to be coming. If that's a good or bad I don't know…..

"Okay," he said.

"Okay?" she asked, slightly confused, "You're not mad?"

He rubbed his thumb over her eyelids, sending little tendrils of heat, and said, "No, I'm not. I guess I shouldn't be, I did tell you that I wasn't going to read what you would send if you didn't want me to, even though I'm kind of upset you didn't tell me, it doesn't matter if I wasn't going to know what was in it anyway."

"Oh," she said, a bit of unknown guilt lifted off of her shoulders, some she didn't know she had.

"But, I am curious," his tone was neutral, but Clary's inner Sebastian told her that he was actually dying to ask her this, "What did you send? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Clary thought on this, really, it wasn't a bad thing, "Just a drawing of myself, kind of just to show them that I'm okay, and not to worry." Her words were sincere.

Chris's eyes were the only thing that showed his relief of this, as if he thought she might have sent something else other than that.

"Why did you do it in secret?" he asked. "And how?"

"Well, through the cupboards, and I don't know why I did it in secret, I guess, I just felt like it was something I had to do myself, like it was my responsibility." Clary really didn't know why she did it, it was just something she felt that had to be done against him.

"Are you mad?" she asked. A small memory of a conversation with her mother came into her mind, when broke one of her toys. She had brought it to her mother, in its broken state, and when Jocelyn had only looked at the toy, her small childish voice asked, scarred, "Are you mad?" A bit of that childish voice crept into her now, whether because she was tired, or because she was worried that he would actually be mad.

His features softened more, cupping her cheek, "No, I'm not mad."

"Okay," she said, and with that she started closing her eyes, feeling sleep nudging her away.

And she was almost asleep too, but something kept pricking at her mind, it held her in place, preventing her from sleeping in piece.

She heavily opened her eyes again, slightly surprised to see that Chris was still awake, playing with a strand of her hair. Upon her looking, his attention was on her, their gazes meeting. Normally, she would have been slightly freaked out that he was watching her in her sleep, and that he was looking straight into her eyes, but she was heavy with sleep, yet even so, she had to know something.

"Why else?" she asked.

"Why else what?" was his response.

"I know that you just didn't come into my bed because you couldn't sleep, what's wrong?" Clary questioned, "You're nervous, I can feel it, something's off."

Instead of denying it, he smirked and said, "So you can read me that well now huh? I can't tell if that's a good things or a bad thing,"

Clary stared at him.

He sighed, "Alright, I won't change the subject. Since you told me about the drawing, I'll tell you what's bothering me, and really this'll affect you too."

Her eyebrow raised, "what?"

He propped himself up on one elbow, "Yesterday, I got a message sent to the cupboard."

"Sent to? I didn't know you could send things to our cupboard."

"Well, there's only one per- one way to send things to our cupboard," he explained.

"Stop," she said, "You were about to say person, weren't you? Why?"

"Because the person, the only one who can send something to us, is not a person," he stalled.

"Chris, give me the whole thing, short and simple." She didn't like it when people temporized things.

He sighed again, "The cupboard that we got was especially made by a gremlin, one who I forced into secrecy, that he would never reveal that I was a customer, or how to reach me." He shifted in the bed, so that he was on his back now, looking up at the ceiling, "however, yesterday, during your episode, there was a note in the cupboard."

"From him." Clary assumed.

"Yes, from him," he agreed.

"What was in the note?" she asked

"That someone knows that I bought the cupboard," he answered.

"Really?" she asked with a yawn, "That's not that bad, they don't know where you are though."

"Yes, but I'm still very upset that the gremlin didn't keep his word," his eyes had gone a deep shade of black, and Clary knew he was thinking with his demon mind, thinking of ways to make the gremlin pay.

"Well, he was probably intimidated, I mean, if you threatened it, and then somebody else did, they probably were pretty convincing," she said, "By the way, who do you think was the person that knows you bought the cupboard?"

"I'll give you a hint, the note said this specifically, 'Girl came in. Asked about magic cupboard. She knows you bought it.'"

Clary thought. A girl? So any adults are out of the question, which crosses the Clave out. A girl, was it just some random girl, a warlock, a vampire, a werewolf, that would scare the gremlin enough to reveal his secrets. But demons aren't afraid of Downworlders, so it has to be a Shadowhunter. And not just any Shadowhunter, one that knew how to deal with black magic stores, assuming that's where Chris had gotten the cupboard, which he did, and if that's what the Shadowhunter did, and she was able to scare the gremlin into giving her the information….

"Isabelle," she breathed.

Chris only nodded.

Isabelle. Which meant the Institute, which meant her mom, Luke, Jace. They had a clue, they had a sign of where she was, and knew someone who could help them find her. Find them.

They could find me…The thought both excited and terrified her.

Terrified? Why would she be terrified of her family finding her? Isn't that what she wanted? Wasn't that her original goal? To play along with Chris's games until she could find a way out, until she found a loophole and could sneak her way through?

That was before, before she came to understand Chris's way of thinking, before Chicago, and Arabia, and Russia, and the Caribbean, before her rune, before, before,

Before she started to care for him.

It was a shock to her heart. Only a couple weeks ago, the sound of his name brought goose bumps to her skin, repulsion to her mind, and the feel of cold eyes staring her down while hot fingers held her face. How could it be that she went from getting that emotion from him, to, what? How did she feel about him now? Did she really care about him, or was she just started to understand why he did things, to empathize with him, how could it be, that in just almost two weeks she changed her whole way of thinking about him? Was it just her inner demon, her inner Sebastian, that made her think this way, or was she really, truly thinking this?

Well, you did fall in love with Jace after only about a week…..

That was true, but this was different, this was her brother, who she thought was evil, and horrible, and, and, demonic. But she was demonic too now, wasn't she? At least until the rune dyed out, if it did, because Clary was still uncertain and wary of the runes capabilities. And what would she do, if the Clave did find them, would she side with them and turn on her brother, would she try to convince them that he wasn't so bad? Oh yeah, because standing in the middle of the two and saying, 'I know he's a demon, and that he turned a bunch of people into Demon Shadowhunters, and that he killed people, but really, he's a good guy. She might as well take a gun and shoot herself first, how would she be able to convince her mother of this? Luke, whose sister was turned into a Demon Shadowhunter, how would she tell the Lightwoods, that the guy who killed their son was a good guy? How could she face Jace with this truth, if he swore that he would make Chris pay for everything he put him through, how could she?

She couldn't, and Clary suddenly realized how much trouble she was in, because in coming to understand Chris and liking him, she turned away from her family, and there was no way back.

But wouldn't it be easier? To turn back and imagine that none of this ever happened, that she never encountered Chris, that Chris never existed. There was Sebastian, and that's all there ever was. She could go back to Jace, her Jace, the one she nearly died for, and her mother, and continue living the life she had fought for. Wouldn't that be easier? The only problem is, she couldn't. She could feel that the moment she faced the Institute again, she would never be able to stop seeing those black as night eyes, shattering as she ran away from him, and back into the family she had.

She'd be tearing away the only comfort he's probably had, because she doubted that Valentine was very father like to begin with. She felt like Sebastian, Chris, was starting to find actual humanity, and Clary didn't wasn't to ruin that by taking all that he had progressed by throwing it back in his face.

Calm down Clary, she thought, they haven't found you yet," but what would she do when they did, if they did? It all came down to one question, what side was she on?

"Clary, Clary?" she zoomed back into focus as Chris rubbed his knuckles against her nose, "Can you at least tell me when you plan on taking off and running into your own world? That way I don't feel like I'm talking to a statue."

"Oh, I was just tired, I'm kind of sleepy," she pronounced this with another yawn that wasn't entirely fake.

Chris laid down with her, saying, "Sorry, you're tired, I'll let you sleep,"

She nodded, their conversation following her into her dreamlands, gremlins and cupboards and Claves and black eyes mixing together onto a cacophony of noise in her mind. She could feel herself drifting, that brief moment where you know you're just about to fall asleep, but you could stop yourself if you tried. She could feel Chris pulling her to him, spooning her, his hand on her arm and the other wrapped around her protectively. His face was close to the back of her head.

Chris must have thought she was already asleep, because just as she was about to give in and give up all conscious thought, three words echoed in her mind, slipping into the crack of the door of her mind that she was shutting.

Stay with me

Clary POV (yes, more of Clarissa Adele Fray)

That morning, Chris had woken her up.

"Let's go train," he said, so she quickly showered and changed into some red sweatpants and a white long t-shirt.

Heading into the kitchen, she found the wooden door leading to the castle turret to be open, a dark mouth of a tunnel black and menacing, green flames of witchlight beckoning her forth. Stepping up to the open door, she peered through the gaping hole that didn't seem like it would end, even with the witchlight leading the way.

"Chris?" she called out into the kitchen, her voice carrying upstairs. No answer, meaning that he was already in the training room. She was a little apprehension and foreboding seemed to seep through the walls of the tunnel and into her bones. She never walked to the training room on her own, not that she was afraid to, more like she was unsure of what was awaiting her on the other side.

Well, then let's find out! Clary left the door into the kitchen open, and took and even pace down the tunnel, refusing to get excited or scared if Chris was watching her in any way. She could feel the tunnel sloping downwards every step she took, and she tended to stick to the shadowy areas between the mounted witchlight torches. When she reached the door at the end of the tunnel, she stood behind it as she opened it, keeping it between her and the spiraling stairs that led further down. Nothing, so she continued her way down. Going round and around until she was unsure how many loops around she'd done.

Meeting the final door, she placed her hands around her cold metal knob, and listened. Her senses were on high alert, her muscles tense, read to spring in a moment's notice. If she were a dog, her ears would be pointed, her tail straight.

She sucked in a breath. Nothing to fear.

She eased to door open, and Clary saw her life flash before her eyes.

It didn't flash fast enough though. Before she fully realized it, she had ducked and rolled and stood while keeping her eyes on what attacked her, all while backing up cautiously.

Chris, no Sebastian, was holding a sword, a real sword, and already had turned around to face her.

"Have you gone completely insane?" Clary raged, "You could have killed me!"

Sebastian smirked, "That's what the enemy wants Clary, to kill you. So you better be prepared. Nicely done, by the way."

"Still waiting on your apology!"

He scoffed, and mocked her, "I am sorry that I swung a katana at your head, Clarissa."

"Next time you decide to assault me, try something less lethal, Christopher." She imitated his tone.

Strange how the training room changed their mood toward each other, the atmosphere was completely different than the one last night. Nevertheless, they were Shadowhunters, and Shadowhunters were not fluffy, kind and caring people. They were cold, calculating weapons of justice, or at least that's what the Clave thought themselves as.

Clary liked to think of themselves as angels who were here to do the dirty work no one else wanted to do, to be beautiful and horrible at the same time, because that's what being a Nephilim was about. Some things in life are beautiful, the people, the runes, the accomplishments, the adventures, but a lot of it ended in horrible, terrifying massacre and bloodshed.

Sebastian was walking towards her, the sword, what did he call it? A katana, Clary recalled hearing about those in Anime, but she didn't know much about them. She kept backing up, until she was met with one of the tall support columns that held up the roof of the turret. All of the columns were lined with weapons, swords and maces and such hanging on nails and racks. As her back hit the column, and Sebastian zoomed in quick onto her, her right hand sneaked behind her, grasping the first thing it could find.

Clary recognized the weapon immediately, or rather, her demonic senses did. Sebastian was only a second away, coming in fast, but to Clary, time seemed to have slowed down. The weight of the weapon handle felt heavy to her hand, foreign, but as she shifted her grip, the weapon felt like an extension of her own arm. She knew how to work it.

Sebastian had the katana up, and everything speeded back up as she moved in a rush of air and metal, and deflected the attack. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of the weapon in her possession. Clary only smirked.

A curving, almost four feet long grim reaper scythe shined in front of them, its cutting blade a beautiful evening blue. The staff to hold it by had several places where she could place her grip on, and if she stood it upright she had no doubt it would be almost as tall as her. It was a wonder she had managed to swing it in the first place, and a miracle that she had done it in time. But surprisingly, the scythe was pretty easy to handle, there was no way to explain it. It was just one of those things that you know how to do, even if you've never done it or have seen it done before.

Deciding to take advantage that she had the upper hand, she quickly slid the scythe away from the standstill that they were in, she quickly flipped the scythe so that only the staff was out in front of her, and as fast as she could made a swipe for Sebastian's knees.

He managed to jump at just the right moment, and when Clary flipped the scythe so that the curved blade was now aiming right at him, and swung the thing like a baseball bat, he pushed himself off the column and escaped it. Clary ran after him, not letting him have time at all, and as soon as his feet touched the ground she swung at him again, but even she knew before that he would be able to bring up the katana to stop it. Clary gripped the staff with two hands, moving it this way and that, using its big size so that Sebastian wouldn't be able to get past it as easily.

For every blow she made, he matched it. For every jump and attack he made, she deflected it. They were evenly matched, and Clary thought that perhaps it was because of the weapon in her hands that she was able to perform this well. But one glance at the weapons on the wall and she knew that she would have been able to fight easily as well as if she had fought with a butter knife.

They didn't seem to get tired, it felt like they were locked in a never ending dance, because every step she made felt like she had already had it carefully planned out before. Even though they had dangerous tools in their possession, they didn't try to kill each other, one would know instantly when the other wasn't going to be able to stop the attack in time, but when the time would come when they go to that point, who knew. Clary felt like a person on autopilot, she hardly thought, hardly blinked. Everything was instinct. If she fell, she didn't feel the impact, only the feel of wood underneath her. When their weapons collided, she felt the impact of metal on metal, and it sounded both lovely and terrifying to her ears.

It wouldn't end, surely it wouldn't, they both didn't seem to give up, no matter how hard Clary looked for an opening, or how much Sebastian pushed her, because they were both giving it their all, perhaps Sebastian had matched his strength to hers, perhaps she was imagining the whole evenly matched thing, but maybe he really was putting in all of his effort into this fight, maybe they were equals.

She didn't know how long they fought, all she knew was, left, right, step back, more pressure, behind you, switch position, flick the staff, etc. Until suddenly, Sebastian had locked themselves in another stance where neither could back off without letting the other come onto them, he released one hand off the katana, and used the other to grab the scythe. Clary instantly released the scythe, letting it drop to the ground as she jumped backwards. Good thing she had too, because if not, the scythe would have slid off the katana, and sliced right into her foot, which was why Sebastian had moved it in the first place.

But now she was without weapon, and she didn't have time to think before she had to duck and roll again, her scythe too far away.

"Come on Clary, don't lose yet," easy for him to say, he was the one who was swinging around his katana like he was the samurai god.

He had backed her up against a wall, but this one had no weapons, not even anything for her to climb onto.

"Just say uncle and I can stop Clary," he didn't even sound out of breath, and she was too focused to inspect if she was too.

"Why don't you just stop now?" she asked with a poker face. She didn't want him to think that she was backing down, because she really just wanted to know.

"Koketsu ni irazunba koji wo ezu. 'If you do not enter the tiger's cave, you will not catch its cub,' it's a Japanese proverb, meaning that if you don't try, you won't get what you want," he positioned his katana.

"Urusai," Clary said, trying to make a Japanese accent.

Sebastian's sword dropped a bit, making a questioning face, "what does that mean?"

Clary lunged herself at him, grabbing his sword arm and swinging with all her might until he hit the wall behind her. He grunted as his arm smashed against the brick wall, and the katana fell to the ground with a clatter. She looked at him as he rubbed his arm, and said, "It means noisy. In other words, shut up."

As she said that, she collapsed to the ground, her mind finally catching up to her body, processing that it was dead tired. Glancing at the high windows, she was surprised to see that they had been in the training room for quite some time now.

She stretched her aching muscles as Chris, yes now he's Chris, sat beside her, rolling his shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked in a neutral tone.

"Nah, I'll be fine, nothing I can't endure," he stopped, then added, "You're getting better, stronger too."

She shrugged, "It's only because of the rune, I'm only as good as you because I have your strength."

"Well, yeah, but now you know how it feels, so if it's really just the rune, then you can train to make yourself be up to this point. You know what it is, so you can set a goal there," he pointed out.

She nodded. He meant if all went well with the rune.

"By the way," she suddenly asked, "How long has that scythe been there?" The blue scythe had felt right in her grip, and she felt like a badass with it in her hands. Just like the emerald green blade, which was tucked neatly under her pillow, not that Chris noticed, well he probably did, but didn't mention it.

"That thing? It's been here the whole time." He answered.

"Have you ever used it?"

"I'm trained to be able to fight with all sorts of weapons, so yeah, I could use it, not that I do. It's a little too big, too flashy. I like smaller things, like the katana and seraph blades. Those get the job done." He said this in such a guy tone that Clary had to tease him.

"Aw.. Chris doesn't like scythes because it looks girly on him…."

Chris looked insulted, "Weapons are supposed to be tools meant for killing, not for looking nice. And if I did had to come to use it, it wouldn't matter, I'd use it, but like I said, I'm trained to fight with anything around me, I can kill with an earring and a piece of string if I had to."

"Well the next time we're in town I'll take you to the nearest high school so that you can start a food fight and kill people by forcing them to eat the mystery meat." Clary smiled innocently.

Chris flicked her forehead.

"Ow," she rubbed her skin as if he punctured it. He stood up, giving her a hand, and she stretched her arms to the sky.

"Hey, speaking of nearest town, guess where we are?" he said.

"Mars?" Clary said, because really, how would she know.

"Maybe next week, but no. I'll give you a hint, we're up north."

"Oh great, more cold."

Chris chuckled, "Guess."

Clary thought, "I don't know, Greenland?"

"Actually, you're close. We're in Canada, but we're next to water, so if you traveled up northeast you'd get to Greenland."

"Not that we're gonna do that, right?" Clary didn't feel like traveling in a boat on freezing water.

Chris reached over and grasped her right hand, twining their fingers together. Their fingers fit into all the right places. Clary didn't know what to make of us this, so she reacted as she would had this been Simon, or Luke, like when she was little, and she started swinging their hands back and forth, walking around him, leaning away so that she was just playing around. Simon and she used to spin around and around until they either fell down or knocked something over, which lead to her mother giving both of them stern looks, but Chris stayed in place, letting Clary swing his arm back and forth.

His face watching their moving hands, he said, "No we're not going to Greenland, we won't go that far up north, we're already pretty far north as it is."

"So, if we're not going to Greenland, what are we gonna do?" Clary asked.

"Whatever you want to do, but I have one thing in mind," Chris looked at her from his peripheral vision.

She stopped swinging their arms.

"Like what?"

Chris smiled, "Would you like to see the northern light?"

Isabelle POV

It's not nice to wake up to darkness.

You open your eyes and see nothing, making you question whether or not your eyes are open or not. Isabelle blinked a few times, but she was pretty sure her eyes were open and wide. What's happening? Was she blind? Had the hit on the back of her head ruined her eyesight and now she was blind?

She scoffed at herself. She had runes preventing things like a simple knock to the head protecting her.

So if her eyes were open, and she couldn't see, it simply meant that there was no light here. But where was here?

That's when she realized the cuffs around her wrist. Feeling with her hand, she felt that she had a tight, thick metal cuff on her right hand that was chained to the wall, so that she could only walk about three feet in any direction. She did not panic, though it was troubling to know that she couldn't see or move, plus the fact that she had nothing to defend herself with. Upon inspection she discovered that all of her weapons were confiscated, and when she meant all, she meant all. Even the dagger that had been tucked into the waistband of her underwear.

Damn perverts, I'll kill whoever did this to me, as soon as I figure out how…

One thing they forget to take though. She smiled as she shook off one of her stiletto heels, the cold cement floor under her foot freezing, and she blindly twisted the heel until it unscrewed itself from the shoe, revealing a stele that she hid there for safe keeping. A girls gotta have some danger in her shoes…

Taking her stele with her left hand, she carefully etched a rune that would unleash her from the chain. It was difficult, considering that she was right handed, but she had managed to draw it without anything bad happening. As soon as her hand was free, she took off her other heel, taking out the seraph blade hidden within it. She was glad that she was never completely defenseless, but she would have preferred her whip over a blade any day. She'd get it back though, then the first thing she'd do was chop off the arm of the person who decided they could reach into Isabelle Lightwood's underwear and get away with it…..

First things first, where was she? Unfortunately, witch lights don't fit into stiletto heels, so she would have to compromise with the light from her seraph blade.

"Michael," she whispered as the seraph blade lit up, illuminating the area around her. At first, she wasn't surprised. A small cell, only about four feet by four feet, made by three walls and one entirely consisting of vertical bars and a door. It was when she looked beyond the cell, into the shadows, that her heart sank.

Walking close to the bars, sticking her blade through them so that she could get as much light as possible, her eyes saw what her heart couldn't believe. The silent city. She was in the City of Bones, deep underground. No wonder it was so dark, so cold, so empty. No one but the dead and Silent brothers wandered these floors.

Izzy fought off a wave of panic. It wasn't easy, sure she was trained, ready for anything, but there was something about being in a dark underground place where your ancestors are buried and where one day you'll be too that really got to a person. Not only that, but the fact that she had been here before, added an extra pinch of creepy to the list. Sure, then had been different, she was with Clary and Alec, and they were there on a mission, to break Jace out of the Silent City, so the idea of a goal and that people were there with her had helped to calm herself down. But that was different now. Now she was alone and no had clue what to do, or where in the Silent City she was.

Wait, if she was in the Silent City, a place accessible to only Shadowhunters, then who had knocked her out?

Let's go find them and kick their ass….

Poising her stele over the metal of the door, she drew a rune that would open it. She was never especially good with runes, so when it didn't work, she blamed it on that. But when it didn't work the second time, or the third time, or the fourth, she was starting to get a little worried.

A voice in her mind whispered, "That won't work, the cell is designed specifically to keep Shadowhunters inside."

Isabelle jerked her head up and almost screamed at the face of the Silent brother that was standing right in front of her.

The light from the seraph blade did not make his already mutilated face look any better, the green light casting an eerie glow on his him, the stitches seeming more intense and crudely done, the place where his eyes used to be appearing gaunt and disgusting, as if the eyes were pulled out just moments before. Izzy never liked Silent brothers, why did their rituals have to be so severe? Couldn't they just put on a permanent blind and silence rune on them?

The Silent brother, having felt her immediate shock, stepped back, away from the direct light of the blade so that his face was washed in shadow. Izzy momentarily felt ashamed for letting her disgust appear like that, but then she pushed the guilt aside. They were probably used to it, besides, they brought this upon themselves.

"Why am I here?" she asked aloud, her initial shock wearing down.

"I cannot answer that," the voice whispered.

"Then what, you're my keeper or something? I didn't know Silent brothers also worked as security guards," Izzy retorted.

The Silent brother didn't reply at first, as if contemplating how much he could tell her, "I am to keep an eye on you until the people who have imprisoned you here return with your parents and siblings."

Keep an eye on me. Silent brothers shouldn't be allowed to say that, granted they don't have eyes. Hold up, keep an eye on me until my parents get here, meaning that until they'd come to get her out, or come for them to be imprisoned too?

"Why am I here?" she asked again, "Who put me in here, obviously not you, so who told you to watch me. And don't tell me you can't tell me that because I have the right to know who thinks they have the right to imprison me, and why." Also so that I can have a name and put them on my list of people to beat up…..

The Silent brother didn't answer her, instead, he turned around in that quiet way of theirs, and walked away from her.

"Hey! Hey where are you going! You didn't answer my question! Who the hell knocked me out! Who put me in here! Why? Where are you going! Aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on me! You're a terrible guard! I could just break out you know, slash at these bars until one of them pops, get back here!" And don't leave me in the dark…even a Silent brother was better company than the dark shadows seeming try to reach for her. She wondered if they were the souls deceased Shadowhunters.

She considered screaming again, but she knew it was now use, besides, her voice seemed to echo here, so she could still hear her words, 'Get back here!' reverberating back to her ears.

It wasn't until the Silent brother was completely gone that she heard the sound of footsteps coming from the opposite direction he was walking towards. They weren't Silent brothers, Silent brothers didn't have footsteps, they were just there suddenly where you could have sworn nothing was there at all. The footsteps grew louder, until she realized they weren't just one set of footsteps, but several. About five to seven.

Her parents! And Alec, and Jace! They were here, but whether it was for her or to lock them in too, she didn't know.

"Hey, what's that light?" she recognized Alec's voice as the footsteps turned a corner, and Izzy could see shadowy figures surrounded by witchlight.

"It's Izzy!" Jace's voice, his footsteps increased their pace.

"Hey, didn't you disarm her?" An unfamiliar voice rang.

"Oh, I did," said a younger voice, sounding cocky and satisfied, "she must have his it somewhere I didn't check."

So you're the one who's gonna die, later, later, all deaths must be planned…Izzy thought this is she waited for the group to approach, putting her seraph blade away as the brighter witchlight filtered through Jace's fingers.

"Isabelle!" her mother calmly walked toward her cell, reaching a hand between the bars. Izzy grasped her mom's fingers, a silent question in her eyes.

Are you okay?

Izzy smiled at her mom, and nodded. But then she wiped her grin off her face as the rest of the group showed up. Alec and Jace walked to her cell, both asking her if she was okay. Jace looked relieved, but his eyes were darting around everywhere, memories of his own imprisonment probably flooding his mind right now. He must have been worried, he knew what it was like to be in her position, but she hadn't been here as long as he had, so she won't be affected as much as he was.

The last two figures reached her cell, and Isabelle was conflicted between attempting to memorize every detail of their faces so that she could mutilate every part of them in a special way, or to not even look at them so that she could forget about this easier.

The older man looked to be in his late twenties, he had on Shadowhunting gear, a stern expression on his making him look older than what he really was. The guy standing next to him, the one who was going to be Izzy's latest victim, was no older than twenty, tall, and stood with a confidence that made her want to sink her nails into his eyes. He was wearing a hood that didn't much to conceal the smirk on his face.

Izzy stared at him, her eyes hopefully sending dangerous warnings because the guy seemed to lose a bit of his cockiness, but she lost the stare as Jocelyn also came into the light.

"Where's dad?" she asked as quietly as possible.

Maryse only shook her head. Great, didn't even come to bust your daughter out of the Silent City.

Jocelyn approached her as well, asking, "Isabelle, I assume you're well?"

"As well as I'll be as soon as I'm out of here!" she shouted in the direction of the two figures who imprisoned her, "And as soon as I know why I'm here in the first place!"

Alec looked mad as well, maybe more than she. Isabelle just wanted to hurt Mr. Swag over there, but Alec looked ready to unleash hell on a legion of demons.

"Who accused her?" he asked calmly, thought she could tell he was ready to explode.

"No one had to accuse her, we saw her with our own eyes," the older man answered.

"Saw her what?" Jocelyn asked.

"We saw her in a black magic store, conversing with a gremlin who we have reason to believe is also in allegiance with Jonathan Morgenstern," he replied.

"You actually found it?" Maryse asked, slightly surprised. Upon Izzy's glance, she corrected herself and said, "I mean, good work honey."

"What makes you think that a little gremlin working in some store has anything to do with that bastard?" Jace growled.

"Because we heard it from your sister herself, she was talking to the thing, and we heard that they were talking about Sebastian, also known as Jonathan." The cocky guy said.

"Where are you going with this?" Maryse final demanded in a cold voice, "On what grounds is my daughter imprisoned?"

"On the grounds that she was communing with the enemy, we have reason to believe that Isabelle Lightwood is working with Jonathan Morgenstern to overrule the Clave." He replied.

"What the hell!" Izzy retorted, "First of all, how did you guys even know where I was! Have you been spying on me?"

"We were given special orders by the Clave to closely inspect you and your family, for reasons decided by them-"

"Don't tell me the Clave thinks we're all working with Jonathan!" Jocelyn remarked

He continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, "We found Isabelle Lightwood wandering the streets, and found her interacting with an accomplice of Morgenstern's."

"Isabelle?" Alec asked.

She growled, "All I did was order the stupid thing mom made me order, and then by coincidence, I found out that the gremlin had made something for Sebastian, which by the way, if you really had been listening, was all that happened, we didn't exchange evil recipes for taking over the world or anything,"

"What did the gremlin make?" the guy asked.

"Oh I don't know," Isabelle pretending to think while tapping her head and not so subtly doing it with the middle finger, "I think I hit my head and my memories are all fuzzy."

"If you're memories are that clouded then perhaps we shouldn't believe you when you say that you didn't work with Jonathan," the old guy menaced.

Jace bristled, feeling a threat coming on, "Alright, what do you really want?"

The younger guy said, "We want what the Clave wants, and right now, the Clave wants Jonathan and Clarissa Morgenstern, and we think that you know how to reach them."

Jocelyn was the first to speak, "If we knew where they were we wouldn't be in this situation!"

Maryse held up a hand, calming Jocelyn down, "You want us to find them. But we can't, because we don't know how to."

"That's what you tell us, but that's not what the Clave thinks," the guy said.

"The Clave has not mentioned any of this to me!"

The younger guy sighed, "You know what, let's cut this simple," he dropped all cockiness and looked them all dead straight, "Three days. If you don't give us a location of the Morgensterns in three days, we will be required to inform the Clave of your daughter's interaction with the enemy."

"Go ahead! Tell them!" Isabelle barked. Alec tried to shush her, but she was yelling now, "I'm not afraid of them! You know why! Because I've got nothing to hide!" Not necessarily true, everyone's got something to hide, but that didn't matter right now.

The older guy drew a rune on a bar of the cell, as quickly started to walk away, the other guy quickly following him.

"Three days, you have three days to give us any information you have." They were almost out of sight before Jace lunged at them, Alec too, but Maryse and Jocelyn held both of them back. How, she didn't know, considering that they were both much shorter than them.

The rune had unlocked the door, and Izzy quickly stepped through as soon as it opened. Though she knew it was childish, she hugged her mom, thankful that she was there.

When she separated from her mom, she caught Jocelyn's eye for about a second before Jocelyn looked away. But Izzy still saw it, the pain as Jocelyn felt as she saw a mother and daughter reunited, knowing that hers was still out there somewhere.

And now they had three days to find her before the Clave got all up in their face.

Clary POV

Witchlight.

The aurora borealis looked like witchlight, its green illuminating the sky across her vision, making her ache for something to draw it with. The light was so surreal, so intense that she couldn't believe she was seeing it in person.

She was lying down on the ground, making snow angels, Chris right beside her, staring up at the beauty of it. She wore a blue long thick jacket, ear muffs and a scarf wrapped around her nose. She had drawn about five heating iratzes before she exited the front door, and now she wished she had drawn more. It was cold, but she could ignore it.

"What does it remind you of?" she asked him.

Chris was staring up intently too, light snowflakes were falling earlier, and some of it had gathered around his hair, making it look like silver sparkles amongst his already pale head. "It looks like the time I killed a demon and its green guts spilled all over the ground."

"That's disgusting." Clary remarked, "It reminds me of witchlight."

"That too."

"How long does this last?" she asked.

"I have no clue," he responded.

Silence, and then, "Can we stay until it's over?"

"Aren't you cold?" he questioned.

In response she moved to his side, so that they shared body heat, she curled up, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close, and they both stared up at the lights that have never cease to amaze.

Lacie: Well, that was a boring chapter ending

Clary: You have taken too long to update. Again

Lacie: well, it's not my fault that I have other matters to attend to

Clary: what can be more important than updating?

Lacie: nothing, thought my parents have other plans…

Chris: What was the score?

Lacie: Oh yeah! I got a nine average out of the scores you guys said about the last chapter!

Clary: Well actually, it was an 8.99999473 or something like that

Chris: Your point it?

Lacie: But anyway, sorry for it being so long, I really probably spent that last two days finishing this chapter. It's not that I don't start on a chapter, its just that I write a little each day, but then my life cuts into this and I don't write as much as I would like to

Clary: Chris quit poking me

Chris: I'm not poking you

Clary: Then stop pointing at me!

Chris: But I'm not doing anything!

Clary: Quit it!

Lacie: Alright that's it! Both of you stop this or else you're grounded!
Chris & Clary: yes mom

Lacie: Now do the thing

Clary: Please review and feel free PM Lacie anytime you want!

Chris: Thanks for reading and bear with us for the next chapter

Lacie: Review guys! See ya!